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

Xiao Yan spent the entire early February in Las Vegas handling casino business, with Uncle Fei helping him manage the business. There were a lot of messy things in the process, but Uncle Fei was an old wizard, and the two of them worked together and handled the messy things with ease.

The day he left Las Vegas, Uncle Fei handed him a brown paper bag.

"You can keep your things yourself. I am more than two years older than you. It would be better if you kept the will for me. What's the point of me keeping it for you?"

Xiao Yan didn't answer it. He always played by his own rules and said casually, "I'll leave it with you first. I have to go to the Sea of ​​Okhotsk in the spring. It will take at least a month to go back and forth."

Uncle Fei looked at him with deep eyes. Although they were in a relationship of being in charge, the young man in front of him held great power, was calm and decisive, and was only 28 years old. In terms of age, he was the elder.

I always have to ask a few questions: "Does Miss Ye know that she is the heir to this will?"

Xiao Yan was confused and replied lightly: "You know it, or maybe you forgot it. Is this important?"

When he was talking, Ye Xiaowu listened without paying any attention.

He didn't know whether she knew or remembered.

A year has passed, I have probably forgotten it completely and am living a happy life in South City.

Uncle Fei glanced at him from behind his glasses. "She is the only heir to this huge inheritance. Whether she accepts it or not, she should have the right to know."

He pondered, his eyes unclear, "Why would Xiao Qian be unwilling?"

She might not be willing to stay by his side, but as the heir to his estate, she would definitely be the first to serve him.

Ye Xiaowu has loved money since he was a child. When he was a child in an orphanage, the two of them saw a dollar on the ground together, and it was said that whoever saw it should get a share.

The girl held the money tightly in her hand, looked at him sincerely and said, "Little mute, you pay fifty cents, I pay fifty cents, but can you put your fifty cents with me first?"

What could he say.

I had no choice but to nod like a fool.

February 14th is Valentine's Day.

It's rare to see snow in New York.

The business jet landed at the exclusive berth. As soon as I walked out of the VIP channel, the snowflakes outside the car window began to get heavier.

Snowy day, traffic jam.

Xiao Yan leaned back in the seat, looking out the window indifferently.

The area around Fifth Avenue is particularly lively, with young couples wandering around without umbrellas all over the street.

The young lovers were drenched in the snow, holding limited Valentine's Day ice cream in their hands, and grew old together sweetly in the snow.

Xiao Yan found these things inexplicably annoying.

My eyes drifted to another couple who were arguing.

The two were obviously having a conflict. The man was walking in front with big strides, while the woman was walking behind with a bouquet of flowers in her arms. They were walking in their own directions, and the distance between them was getting farther and farther.

The man deliberately slowed down his pace and the woman quickened her pace, and the distance between them was shortened again. It was unknown what they said, but they were holding hands again.

Suddenly I remembered the time in Savage Mountain.

Ye Xiaowu walked behind him cursing. It was clearly him who let go of his hand and only realized to hold him when he stepped on a landmine. He was holding him, so why did he let go again?

The Buddhist beads were put on in northern Myanmar and later thrown to him in New York.

He is a person who does not really believe what other people say. In the minds of military partners, there is no one who is completely trustworthy. It is just a matter of whether the core interests are consistent.

But why did he believe that little liar Ye Xiaowu?

The heart drawn on the foggy glass window was indeed unreliable. It disappeared completely in less than an hour. It was a lie, and I didn't even bother to lie to him for any longer.

At her home in New York, her pink slippers were still placed at the door. She was annoyed by them and kicked them away.

The pair of pink slippers were kicked under the sofa and disappeared.

Xiao Yan sat back leisurely on the sofa, raised his head and closed his eyes, thinking in his mind - I wonder which ugly guy I'll have a blind date with on Valentine's Day.

We parted on the cruise ship, and she cried and said she had been missing him during the eleven months apart, but she kept going on blind dates.

Xiao Yan was so annoyed that he turned his head and saw the money tree she had raised in the corner.

It has been a year and no one has watered it. The leaves have withered and turned yellow. It looks droopy and I don't know whether it is dead or not.

How can I make money if things are like this?

Pour a pot of water over it and it will be drowned.

Two videos on the phone.

A scene in the Blue Grotto of Capri Island, Italy, where she got off the boat to swim and accidentally looked back at him.

One scene was in the deep sea off the Big Island of Hawaii, where she was being chased by a small shark and frantically commanded him to come and rescue her.

At this time, she was already pregnant with Xiao Xiaowu... Thinking of this, the smile in her eyes gradually faded.

……

In early March, everything comes back to life.

Xiao Yan and Lao Ying escorted a shipload of cargo to the Sea of ​​Okhotsk.

The situation at sea is complicated. First, there is the weather at sea. Second, you may encounter people who are willing to risk their lives to steal the goods.

When we are near the high seas, we need to be alert. We will not sleep in the crew living area for a few days, but will stay near the warehouse containers at night.

Xiao Yan leaned to his left side, just about to take a nap.

The old eagle sitting on the right suddenly said: "Boss? Are you asleep?"

They were quite far away and couldn't see each other.

Xiao Yan didn't open his eyes and responded unhappily: "What?"

Old Eagle was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly mentioned the two names that should not be mentioned, "Ye Xiaowu still doesn't know that I was the one who fired the shot at Yan Chen. Boss, if you want, I..."

Although the boss didn't say anything during the year that Ye Xiaowu was away, he had been by the boss's side for so many years that he could naturally feel that the boss was unhappy.

In the past, if the boss said something not to be mentioned, he would definitely never mention it again.

Only in this matter did he bring up the old matter again.

Xiao Yan interrupted him: "Does it matter who fired that shot?"

"No, that's right, but after all, I fired the gun."

Xiao Yan said coldly: "Yan Chen shot at me. If you don't shoot, I will be the one to die. I will give you another chance. Will you still shoot?"

The eagle didn't hesitate at all: "Of course I will shoot!"

Xiao Yan snorted: "Then it's over."

Old Eagle rarely speaks so much: "I will definitely shoot. Yan Chen means nothing to me, but I will never forget that in the Congo rainforest, you carried me on your back for three days and three nights..."

Mercenaries like them are likely to abandon their teammates at any time when faced with such an emergency. This is human nature when faced with the gates of hell.

His right leg was shot by the enemy. The Congo rainforest is rugged and harsh, but even in the most difficult times, Xiao Yan never gave up on him.

Of course, he couldn't just watch others shoot Xiao Yan.

“Boss, I never regretted shooting Yan Chen, but Ye Xiaowu…are you really not going to get her back?”

Xiao Yan closed his eyes again, without responding, and said lazily: "Go to sleep, you don't need to worry about my affairs."

……

South City.

In the afternoon, Yan Haoyue was preparing materials for a meeting when he received a call from the hospital.

Yan Chen... woke up.

When she rushed over, Mr. Yan and the others had not arrived yet.

Yan Chen had just woken up on the hospital bed. He was very weak. When he saw her figure, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak.