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

Another three months passed.

It is already August of this year, and the cicadas are chirping in the midsummer.

There was still no news about Xiao Yan, no news of his survival, and no confirmed news of his death.

Ye Xiaowu handed over all the work at Fengxing to Yan Chen and Qiao Yu. When he left Nancheng, the sun was blindingly bright.

From South City to New York, it took more than ten hours of flight. Yan Haoyue got off at the station of his life from the age of 12 to 26, and headed for the next journey with Ye Xiaowu.

Instead of rushing to find a job in New York's financial district, she took a long vacation.

This year, she traveled to many cities and countries and saw countless landscapes.

The Empire State Building in New York, the sunset in California, the sea on the Big Island of Hawaii, the Blue Grotto on the Isle of Capri in Italy, the hot air balloon in Mexico... She went to all the places she had been with him, but she never found any trace of him.

Uncle Fei asked her to mourn.

It doesn't matter whether you mourn or not, that's all.

Living like this, she couldn't commit suicide for love, nor could she never recover from the depression.

At most, I would drink some wine, and then fall into memories in a carefree and frustrated manner.

It would be great if the moments between people could be forgotten without any hesitation.

But people like Xiao Yan gave too much, and his destructive and violent preference was as powerful as death.

I can't forget it.

She was half drunk and half awake, thinking that maybe he was really dead, otherwise why would Uncle Fei transfer the inheritance to her.

The amount of inheritance is huge, and the types of property in it are dizzying. Some are cash, some are industries, some are houses and private islands, and a small part are bonds, stocks, and virtual currencies.

Among them were several bank cards for depositing cash. She asked for the password, but Uncle Fei didn't know. He only knew that the password was the date when she drew a heart on the glass window.

She fell drunkenly on the sofa, crying and laughing, and the bank cards flicked from her fingertips onto the floor.

Fuck.

She didn't remember the day, he did it on purpose.

Oh, now I remember. He must be afraid that she would use his money to order ten or eight male models and keep gigolos.

Tsk tsk, what a thoughtful thought.

Even after his death, he wanted her to be a widow for him.

Woo…but I will never meet someone like him again. I don’t want to be a widow, but I can’t look down on anyone else.

Xiao Yan, he was really cruel. She came to New York to wait for him with great difficulty, but he died for her.

Ha…hahaha…he’s actually dead.

He didn't die early or late, but died when she was most attracted to him. He really knew how to choose the right time to die. It's absolutely amazing.

She didn't know how long she had been crying. When she was a little less drunk, she jumped off the sofa with unsteady steps and picked up the bank cards lying on the floor.

This is a huge sum of money. When she runs out of money, she will think carefully about when to draw a heart on the glass window.

Now, she was too sad to recall the broken love at all.

I don't even want to remember that day.

She didn't want to lick the knife covered with honey.

Yeah?

She looked at her left wrist in a daze. Where were the Buddhist beads? Wasn't that an inheritance? Why wasn't it left to her?

Forget it, the Buddhist beads are worthless, I don’t want them.

The tears are flowing harder and harder, and I am about to shed all the tears in this life.

At this moment, she hated Xiao Yan. She would really die when she wanted to be with him the most.

……

This year will soon be over.

In November, there will be a general election from top to bottom.

Ye Xiaowu doesn't care about these trivial matters. She is more concerned about whether she can pass the interview at NYU in the spring of next year. She can't be worse than Qin Rui.

And at this moment——

Cancun, Mexico.

Due to the tropical savanna climate, Cancun is still hot in November, and white seagulls fly over the coconut trees and the transparent jelly-like Caribbean Sea.

The sea breeze blows into a small but refreshing and pleasing to the eye homestay.

A male wrist wearing a red hairband and Buddhist beads was casually hanging on the armrest of a rattan chair, with a lit cigarette between his slender fingertips.

The man leaned there, listening to CNN's live news report. The election results seemed to make him very satisfied, and the corners of his lips curled up.

Just turned off network TV.

The phone rang.

I answered the phone lazily, and a slightly excited middle-aged male voice came from the phone: "Xiao, Leonardo ended his ten-year tenure at the FBI today. As soon as the new president took office, Clint, who we strongly recommended, took the position of the head of the FBI. This money was really worth it!"

Ten billion dollars, if Clint can't make it, he's really a waste.

Compared to the excitement on the other side, Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows calmly: "Where is the file?"

"I've got it. We'll meet when you return to New York."

When Leonardo was working in the Investigation Bureau, he had been sending people to investigate the death of Colonel Kunk. He and Kunk were a good friend and had always expressed doubts about the sudden car explosion. He had been tracking down Xiao Yan for a whole year, and he privately believed that Kunk's death must be related to Xiao Yan.

As it happens, this is the last year of his ten-year tenure.

In April, Xiao Yan went to the Sea of ​​Okhotsk with Eagle to trade. At that time, Leonardo was already preparing to issue a warrant for his arrest.

Xiao Yan took advantage of the situation and faked his death in the Sea of ​​Okhotsk, and made Leonardo believe that he was dead.

The bullet that Tok, the Russian who was doing business with him, shot him in the back hit his bulletproof vest.

After he fell into the sea, he traveled from the Sea of ​​Okhotsk to nearby Norway, where he stayed for nearly half a year. The winter there was long and difficult, and he was almost isolated from the world during that half year.

Everyone thought he was dead.

Including Leonardo.

In Leonardo's last month in office, that is, one month ago, Clint was already chosen as the next director of the Bureau of Investigation.

After Leonardo lost power, Xiao Yan flew from Norway to Mexico to discuss business.

In the traditional private relationships of the army, he always encountered unruly people with cerebral palsy. He was too lazy to deal with those people who didn't know how to count, and he was tired of it, so he didn't plan to do it anymore.

This time he came to Mexico to recruit mercenaries, and planned to set up a mercenary company that would only undertake federal-related business.

Nanyang has always been a lawless place with no laws and no government. His export business has always been going smoothly and there is no industry that needs to be laundered. He does not intend to give up his business in Nanyang.

After all, labor in Southeast Asia is too cheap. For example, the market price of labor for workers in sugar factories and textile factories is only five hundred yuan a month, and the unit is not US dollars.

The cigarette at his fingertips was about to burn out, so he casually put it out in the ashtray.

Said to Congressman Ed on the other end of the phone: "I'm on a flight tonight, see you at the club, what I want..."

Ed said, "Be sure to bring it."

The phone hangs up.

He made a phone call: "Hello, Uncle Fei, it's me. I'm calling you with some money from the casino. I'll need it later."

He gave a number.

After being out of contact for nearly eight months, Uncle Fei was not surprised when he received Xiao Yan's call. Instead, he was very calm.

He smiled and said, "No problem, probably an hour. I see the election is over, where are you now?"

"Mexico."

"I need to tell Miss Ye that you..."

"No need. I'll finish the business soon and fly to New York tonight."

It only takes four hours to fly from Cancun to New York.

Xiao Yan asked again: "How has business been going in the eight months I've been away?"

Uncle Fei said, "Everything is normal here. Over in Nanyang, since you're not here, the Eagle has been maintaining everything, and there hasn't been any trouble."

There was a knock on the door, and someone came to discuss business.

Xiao Yan was very satisfied. "Okay, no more talking. Someone is coming over here."

……

Nine p.m.

New York, near Central Park.

After Xiao Yan got the file from Ed and destroyed it, he just came out of the club and got into the car. On the side of the road, a man and a woman came out of the park chatting happily, with an unfinished bottle of cocktail in their hands.

Ye Xiaowu drank some wine and swayed his steps. "I have been in New York for several months. I have been shopping and eating for so long, but I didn't realize that there is such a beautiful boathouse restaurant in Central Park!"

Qin Rui looked at her with a smile: "Do you like it? If you like it, I will take you to another restaurant this weekend. There are still many beautiful and delicious restaurants in New York. It's not as bad as you said, but you just didn't find it."

Her face and ears were red, not because she was shy, but because of the alcohol. She gave him a thumbs up and said, "Qin Rui, you are so nice. You spent the whole afternoon explaining the questions to me. I will invite you next week. Please teach me some interview skills."

Qin Rui's smiling eyes gradually became serious, and he looked at her with a deep gaze, "Okay, I'm free on Saturdays and weekends. In fact, I'm free for you on weekdays as well."

Ye Xiaowu disagreed: "Qin Rui, you forgot, you are no longer my assistant, don't be so servile."

Qin Rui: "...I'm not, I don't treat you as my boss. I'm accompanying you to eat, go shopping, and send you home. I'm pursuing you. Can't you see that?"

Ye Xiaowu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and burst into laughter: "Xiao Ruizi, it's getting dark, it's time to talk in your sleep. I'm going home too, so you should kneel down and say hello!"

She waved her hand and walked forward.

This place is not far from One57 Apartment, 11 minutes on foot or stops on the subway, but she was obviously a little drunk.

Qin Rui was worried and grabbed her arm, "You are a little drunk, let me take you home."

There was a black G-Class parked on the curb not far away with the driver's window lowered.

The man's slender left hand with distinct wrist bones held a scarlet cigarette, which he casually placed on the car window and leaned out to flick off the ash.

He tilted his head and glanced at the sticky couple in the back of the car through the side mirror.

His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cold mockery.

Tsk.

He's only been dead for eight months, and this girl used his inheritance to hook up with this pretty boy.

Really promising.