After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Perhaps her words were too explicit and provocative, like a contest that was created out of nothing.

Ren Zhou laughed instead of getting angry: "Your ex-boyfriends were all 18 centimeters? Come on, shake them out and let me see."

Yan Haoyue pushed his chest back and rolled her eyes at him, "My ex-boyfriend was longer than 18 centimeters."

Ren Zhou leaned back into the driving seat, looking at him with extreme contempt out of the corner of his eyes.

This woman is very eloquent.

But in fact, she is just an adopted daughter, not the biological daughter of the Yan family. She has no inheritance rights at all. Why is she so arrogant?

It was her blessing that he looked up to her.

The shameful thing about some men is that they can't eat the grapes, so they step on them hard to prove how superior they are.

Ren Zhou lost his patience and said in an extremely cold tone: "If you don't want to, just get off the car, so as not to waste each other's time."

Yan Haoyue was always tactful and didn’t even bother to argue with him, so she just went downstairs with her bag.

I took two steps forward and couldn't help myself.

She turned back and knocked on the car window.

The car window rolled down, revealing Ren Zhou's slightly smug face: "What's the matter? Do you think it's a pity to miss this big fish of mine?"

She curved her lips and smiled, "Mr. Ren, it's not shameful not to have 18 centimeters. What's shameful is that you don't have it, so you think all men in the world are as short and stingy as you."

"Oh, by the way, you are curious about my experience in Nanyang, right? Let me tell you, the gangsters I met in Nanyang were cleaner than rotten cucumbers like you."

She flicked her hair and walked away decisively.

Fuck...

Ren Zhou was so angry that his face turned red, orange, yellow, green and blue, and he kept clapping his hands on the loudspeaker!

Yan Haoyue turned a deaf ear and didn't even turn his head.

It's like she has a financial sponsor in front of her.

……

The night when the blind date ended.

As expected, Ren Zhou's family called Mr. Yan.

What were they saying? They said the girl was very pretty, tall and well-spoken, but the Yan family was too confident and spoke a little arrogantly, and their small boat might not be able to handle it.

The refusal was tactful and polite.

A very respectable excuse.

It doesn’t really matter who looks down on whom. What matters is that the elders have an explanation.

The days continued like this without any sadness or joy.

No one knew what was in Mr. Yan's mind, nor did he know whether Bo Hanshi had said anything to him. But Mr. Yan, who had never acted as a matchmaker for anyone, kept looking for someone for her.

I met a few more people one after another.

The one who was most satisfied was Xie An, the only son of the Xie family, who owned one of the leading enterprises in Nancheng.

Everything is good, everything is opposite to that person.

He has a gentle and modest personality, a warm-hearted man, but he's a bit of a mama's boy, and always says "my parents said".

If there is no strong emotional connection between people, it is necessary to pay attention to the matching of conditions.

It’s like the goods on the shelves with clearly marked prices. You take whatever you can afford. If something is too good, you can’t afford it, and if something is too bad, you can’t swallow it.

Xie An stands between being too good and too bad. The good is not obvious, but it is also hard to say what is bad about him.

He is very warm-hearted, not only to his current girlfriend, but also to his relatives and the female classmates he met when he studied in the UK.

Yan Haoyue didn't care.

Just as Xie An himself said, his parents are in charge now, so he must always listen to them. When his parents retire, all the Xie family properties will be his.

He said, "Yueyue, don't be so strong. Once you get married and have children, my parents will naturally be relieved about you."

He also said: "In fact, families like ours have to sign an agreement before marriage, but I am the only one in my family, and my parents are very open-minded. I have talked to them and they also said, if you don't want to sign, don't sign, as long as I like it."

Yeah, as long as he likes it.

What his parents said was - let her be an adopted daughter, our Xie family is no worse than the Yan family, we don't want the inheritance rights of the Yan family, it will be fine as long as the younger generation can negotiate well with her.

It seemed as if it was a great blessing for his parents to accept her, and if she didn't humble herself, she would be ungrateful.

suffocated.

I can't explain where I feel aggrieved.

It's just that you can't tell where you feel aggrieved, which makes you feel even more aggrieved.

Yan Haoyue thought, this is the most realistic marriage in the world.

Have a meal with each other, make an appointment, chat, exchange contact information, you look at me, I look at you, and if the conditions are right and there is no rejection, a relationship begins.

The meal you eat might be the same one you had with your previous blind date.

The street I visited was also the one my last blind date went to.

The topic of conversation always starts with self-introduction, and the process is so identical as if they came from the same factory.

Even this person was replaced by someone else after a breakup and was put back on the marriage shelf.

There is nothing bad about it, and there is nothing good about it.

It's just bland.

……

M country, Washington, DC.

A black Mercedes-Benz G-Class off-road vehicle was parked near the Pentagon.

Old Eagle, who was sitting in the driver's seat, waited for a while, and a tall and unruly figure appeared in his field of vision, striding towards the car.

He stepped into the back seat, slammed the door, and kicked the front passenger seat.

Eagle understood and put the passenger seat down.

The man lay back in the back seat, with one hand resting on the back of his head, his long legs draped over the flat passenger seat, and he closed his eyes to catch up on his sleep.

I cooperated with the routine investigation for a week and hardly closed my eyes.

Before starting the car, Eagle looked back and asked, "Are you still delivering the Russian order?"

Without opening his eyes, Xiao Yan lazily asked, "Where exactly should I send it to?"

"The Sea of ​​Okhotsk."

The high seas near Russia.

Xiao Yan laughed and scolded: "You are crazy. The Sea of ​​Okhotsk is fucking frozen. How can we send it? Should we send it by skating?"

Old Eagle said: "Those Russian gangsters are always unreasonable."

If you don’t place the order early, you will remember to place the order when the New Year is approaching, and they won’t care whether you swim or slide over.

The opposite side is overbearing.

Xiao Yan was even more domineering: "Tell the Russians to either wait until spring or cancel the order. I'm exhausted and need a rest."

I have never heard the word "tired" from his mouth in my entire life.

The eagle was slightly shocked.

The heads of the Secret Service all said that Xiao Yan was a remarkable man with extraordinary intelligence and physical strength.

The black G-Class drove forward for a while.

He didn't know where to go, so he asked, "Where to go back to?"

There's a lot of crap to do.

As for the casinos in Las Vegas, they have not been managed for more than half a year. The electronic accounts they submitted are a mess, full of confusion.

Xiao Yan was catching up on his sleep in the back seat. Thinking of the pile of messy accounts, he was very annoyed, so he said, "Wandering around, I'll talk about it after I get enough sleep."

Eagle was driving a G-Class on the road messing around.

After a while, snowflakes began to fall from the sky above Washington DC.

Lao Ying parked the car beside a curb with little traffic, looked back at the man who was sleeping there, and couldn't help but said, "That guy seems to be on a blind date with someone else."

Xiao Yan frowned slightly: "Who?"

"Ye Xiaowu."

Xiao Yan seemed to have heard a joke: "Ye Xiaowu? Isn't Ye Xiaowu dead?"

Ye Xiaowu died the day she left Nanyang.

If she wanted to be Yan Haoyue, there would be no Ye Xiaowu.

Old Eagle pursed his lips and remained silent for a few seconds. He carefully looked at the man's expression in the rearview mirror and asked, "Do you really not want me to find someone to bring her back?"

It's very simple and I think I can bring it back in less than three days.

Xiao Yan snorted coldly: "She wants to leave, Yan's family is good, she can stay there."

Did you call him a few days ago?

Can’t afford the property tax in New York?

She has already left, but she still expects him to pay the property tax for her.

It’s okay if you don’t mention this name.

It makes me even more annoyed when I mention it.

The phone was thrown directly onto Eagle's head, and he ordered, "I want to sleep. If you don't learn to shut up, you will die."

"..."

The eagle pursed its lips and kept silent.

……

On Friday, Yan Haoyue received a big Italian client at the Shilla Hotel, which is owned by Fengxing.

Renzo did not come alone, he brought his wife with him.

While Yan Haoyue was helping them check in at the hotel, his wife ran aside to see the hotel scenery.

After getting the room card and preparing to go upstairs, Renzo shouted "moglie" to his wife, speaking something in Italian.

Moglie, that person also called her that. When he called her that, his expression was similar to Renzo's, except that person's smile was a little more ostentatious.

During the entire reception, Renzo called his wife several times.

She was somewhat curious, so she asked the translator beside her: "What does 'Molière' mean?"

The translator said, "That's what my wife meant. Renzo just told his wife to go upstairs to put the luggage down and come back down to shop later."

She froze.

It was like something had hit her with a boomerang, hard and painful.

Then he smiled again, but his throat was choked.

That night, after finishing work, she bought a dozen beers and just as she arrived at the door of her house, she received a call from Xie An.

Xie An asked her: "I'm having dinner with my friends, are you coming over?"

Call her temporarily to be a driver?

She said casually, "I have my period and my stomach hurts. I won't go to spoil the fun."

Xie An didn't say anything, just said: "Then drink more hot water."

The delicate voice of his British female classmate came from the phone, "Xie An, why are you calling? Are you looking for reinforcements? You lost, truth or dare?"

She pretended to be deaf and didn't hear anything, and hung up the phone.

I went home, changed into pajamas, removed my makeup, ordered a bunch of takeout, chose a foreign gangster movie, and opened a can of beer.

After the movie, the gangster boss died, and the pregnant heroine went alone to Donghai, where they had agreed to watch the movie together.

She leaned on the sofa dejectedly, feeling numbed by the spicy crayfish, and gulped down the ice beer.

My eyes got a little wet.

She subconsciously reached out to scratch the corner of her eye.

Damn, she didn’t take off the disposable gloves she used to peel crayfish, and it was so spicy that she burst into tears.

Damn sick.

What a crappy movie! She wants to watch something exciting.

He kicked the tablet on the coffee table and ran to wash his hands and face.

I watched a bunch of bad movies. There were a few crushed beer cans lying on the coffee table and on the floor, tilted and tilted.

Yan Haoyue was also lying on the sofa like a corpse. He was full and drunk and was too lazy to move. He pulled the blanket and decided to sleep on the sofa tonight.

After sleeping for a while, my stomach started to hurt.

The lie she told to Xie An brought retribution immediately. She should never curse herself again with such a bad mouth.

My lower right abdomen hurts like hell.

Her face was pale and she was sweating. The lights were not on. When she was reaching for her cell phone, she tripped over an opened bottle of beer... Damn, how unlucky it could be.

With fingers sticky with beer, he pressed the shortcut key for emergency contact.

After drinking six bottles of beer, her head was buzzing and she felt dizzy.

As soon as the phone was connected, she asked for help: "Xie An, is your dinner party over? Can you come to my house?"

She looks like she'll probably have to go to the hospital.

There was silence on the other side.

No sound.

She gritted her teeth and frowned. Is she mute?

I was just about to blast him.

A familiar male voice came from the phone: "Xie An? Who?"

Ten months.

Ten months have passed.

With just three words of questioning, she immediately knew who was on the other end.

My whole body felt like it was struck by lightning, my heart was trembling, and even my breathing stopped.