The boss of the empire was blown up by me

Mrs. Mo raised her eyebrows, with a sneering arc on her lips, she said with a light smile, "You can answer as soon as you say, without asking Qiqi if she agrees."

As he said that, he turned his head and asked An Xiaoqi, "Qiqi, are you going with him?"

An Xiaoqi didn't want to go with him, she felt that she had too much contact with President Zhan recently.

She needs to stay away from this big scumbag, not to mention that she decided to stay in bed tonight and be Mo Nian's interpreter.

She said in a warm and light tone: "don't go."

Hearing this, Madam Mo said to Xi Jue provocatively: "Did you hear that, Qiqi doesn't want to go with someone like you, and I don't welcome you here, it's disgusting."

Thinking of her son-in-law and the man in front of him having an intersection with Wen Shuning at the same time, Mrs. Mo was so disgusted that she could vomit two bowls of white rice.

Miraculously, Zhan Xijue didn't show much impatience with Mrs. Mo's chasing him away.

He walked over to An Xiaoqi.

When he got close, he bowed his head slightly and approached, the strong hormonal breath sprayed all over An Xiaoqi's upturned cheeks.

He looked at her black pupils like a deer bumping wildly, and a wicked smile curled up on the corners of her lips, with a calm and coquettish tone.

"Send you home." He said, and just before An Xiaoqi refused, he said again, "What Miss Mo needs now is to recuperate. There are doctors and nurses who are more professional than you in the hospital. You will delay her normal cultivation here. It can only be a disservice, if you are really worried, you can also come back tomorrow during the day, huh?"

It has to be said that Zhan Xijue still has some persuasive skills.

What he said was reasonable, An Xiaoqi felt that she might not be able to help, thought about it, and said to Mo Nian: "Sister Mo, I will come to see you tomorrow."

As he spoke, he remembered another thing and told her,

"Oh, there is one more thing, I forgot to tell you, when you recover from illness and go to the Imperial Capital to discuss cooperation with my senior uncle, by the way, go to the orthopedic hospital over there. My other senior uncle is an orthopedic specialist , He has a lot of research on the treatment of leg diseases, I believe that your legs will be cured."

This news is undoubtedly very good news for Mo Nian and Mrs. Mo.

Especially Mrs. Mo asked An Xiaoqi excitedly: "Qiqi, what is the name of the expert you mentioned?"

Over the years, it's not that Mrs. Mo didn't seek the so-called famous doctors and experts to see Mo Nian's legs, but basically the results were minimal and useless.

An Xiaoqi: "Mo Qing."

"Who?"

"Qing Mo."

Madam Mo was surprised: "You mean that Mo Qing who has obtained hundreds of invention patents?"

An Xiaoqi nodded: "It's him. But my uncle is a bit weird. He spends all day in the laboratory and rarely sees people. This time, he begged him for a long time before he agreed."

After the sound fell, Mrs. Mo knelt down in front of An Xiaoqi with a plop, her eyes were red with excitement:

"Qiqi, you are the great benefactor of our Mo family. Auntie doesn't even know how to thank you. If you don't dislike it, marry my son when you get married with that bastard Zhan Xijue. Let me tell you , my eldest son, Mo Linfeng, is a good-looking talent, he is a three-gold actor..."

Oh, actor!
An Xiaoqi has watched Mo Linfeng's movies, and was infatuated with his looks in her previous life.

In terms of appearance, he is on par with Zhan Xijue.

Well, if she's not mistaken, he seems to like men.

An Xiaoqi was a little distracted, as if she was seriously considering the suggestion of being the wife of the Mo family.

Seeing her like this, Zhan Xijue was so angry that he seemed to have swallowed more than a dozen tons of explosives, and directly carried An Xiaoqi on his shoulders, completely ignoring An Xiaoqi's punches and kicks, and took her away.

Zhan Xijue was furious, and carried An Xiaoqi all the way to the first floor.

Because of his big strides, An Xiaoqi was so dizzy that he felt like vomiting.

It was cold outside, Xi Jue Zhan put her down, took off his coat and wrapped her up.

When An Xiaoqi raised his fist and swung at him, he smiled viciously and warned, "You don't want me to kiss your legs weak here, so just make a fuss."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed her arm and walked towards the hospital gate.

As he walked, he asked, "Go back with me, or go back to An's house?"

Of course An Xiaoqi chose to go back to An's house, "Nonsense, of course I go back to my own home."

Zhan Xijue stopped talking and came all the way to the parking lot.

After getting in the car, Zhan Xijue fastened the seat belt on the co-pilot An Xiaoqi, only then did he remember that the two of them hadn't had dinner when they came here, and it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

He looked at his watch, thought for a while, and asked her, "Are you hungry?"

When the sound fell, An Xiaoqi's stomach grunted in response to the occasion.

Zhan Xijue raised his eyebrows, interest flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly: "I'll give you a chance to kill me, let's go, treat you to dinner!"

When An Xiaoqi heard that he could be killed, she happily agreed.

I chose the Shengjing Hotel, which stands on the bank of the Huangpu River for a hundred years.

Shengjing Hotel has a wide view. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can overlook the brightly lit night view of the entire Huangpu River.

For a meal on the top floor of Shengjing Hotel, the per capita basic consumption is [-] yuan. If you order wine a la carte, then there is no upper limit.

Zhan Xijue took the order.

He didn't know what An Xiaoqi liked to eat, so after reading the menu, he asked her, "What do you want to eat?"

An Xiaoqi was admiring the night view of the Huangpu River, she wanted to knock down the bright neon lights on the tower opposite, it hurt her eyes.

Hearing this, she turned around and said to the waiter, "Bring up the most expensive wine and the most expensive explosives in your store."

waiter:"……"

Zhan Xijue closed the menu, told the waiter some of his favorite dishes, and said to the waiter, "Arrange according to what she said."

The waiters who work here are all good people, and those who can come here for entertainment are either rich or expensive. There are some people who do this, but very few.

Because, the wine here is really not something that people who are either rich or expensive can afford.

He thought for a while, and reported the price of the latest collection to Zhan Xijue and An Xiaoqi: "Our store has a new 19th-century imperial wine, and the price is 800 million. Do you want to try it?"

Hearing this, An Xiaoqi's eyes lit up, "Go directly." After a pause, she ordered two more bottles of her favorite wine, "Two more bottles of old Lafite."

"Okay, ma'am."

After ordering, the waiter went down to arrange.

Here, Zhan Xijue looked at An Xiaoqi who had already sat opposite him.

Probably because she killed him with a good bottle of wine, she was in a good mood, humming a ditty with crooked eyebrows.

Zhan Xijue looked at it for a while, his lips curled slightly, and he said mockingly: "An Xiaoqi, that's all you have to offer."

An Xiaoqi didn't care about his sarcasm.

She said: "Yeah, how can a commoner like me compare with a boss like Zhan Zhan who earns hundreds of millions a day? Ang? Not convinced, not convinced, you care about me?"

"I take care of you!"

The three words, like flints that burn one's heart, shocked An Xiaoqi a little bit.

She was startled.

War Dog, something is wrong!
Why did he stare at her with such affectionate eyes?
No, no, no, it's not affectionate, it's the gaze of a hungry pervert.

She looked away from Zhan Xijue's face, and snorted: "Who cares about you!" After a pause, she added emphatically, "Scumbag!"