The boss of the empire was blown up by me

An Xiaoqi stayed with him for two hours in the castle manor. After coaxing him to eat, he chatted with him about recent interesting things, and only left the manor after he had a rest.

On the way back, she received a call from An Ge.

An Ge took the initiative to call her, which surprised her a bit.

The phone was connected, and An Ge's question came: "An Xiaoqi, can you quarrel with Zhan Xijue so that others don't get hurt?"

An Xiaoqi was a little confused: "What do you mean?"

At this time, An Ge was hiding in the no-man's land on the set to smoke. Recently, her addiction to smoking has become more and more serious, and she only needs one pack a day.

However, the influence of smoking on artists is very bad, so they can only avoid smoking.

She faced the inner side of the wall, took a deep breath of cigarettes, and her tone couldn't hide her impatience:

"I just want to inform you that if my future is ruined because of your quarrel with Zhan Xijue, I promise, if I take revenge, I will tremble so hard!"

After she finished speaking, she hung up An Xiaoqi's phone.

Well, An Xiaoqi was stunned for a few seconds, and quickly realized what was going on.

It must be that Zhan Xijue is planning to take the people around her under the knife in order to subdue her.

The corners of An Xiaoqi's lips curled into a cold arc, and she retrieved a number from the imperial capital from her phone.

The other party answered almost instantly, but his voice couldn't hide his tiredness and hoarseness: "Qibao, are you looking for me?"

"Uncle Leng, I recommend a female artist to you, please sign her to Guangying."

Leng Huaijin has been suffering from jet lag since returning from a business trip recently, but it has had little effect, and she suffers from severe insomnia.

When An Xiaoqi called him, he had just woken up.

He drank a glass of warm water, didn't even ask why, and hummed gently, "Okay."

The temperature in the imperial capital has dropped drastically recently. It is about ten degrees below zero outside, and the windows are full of water vapor.

Leng Huaijin walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and wrote a few beautiful Chinese characters on the glass window with his index finger, which was An Xiaoqi's name.

"I heard from Huai Shang that you have recently provoked that old ruffian Jiang Lao, do you want my uncle to take action?"

"No." An Xiaoqi resolutely rejected Leng Huaijin's kindness.

The family strife that her uncle faced was already enough for him to burn out.

How could she get his hands dirty because of this, "Uncle Leng, have you suffered from insomnia again recently?"

Leng Huaijin smiled lightly, and her thin lips curled deeply: "Well, I miss you so much that you have insomnia." After a pause, he asked, "You said earlier that you would bring your good sisters to the Imperial Capital to discuss cooperation with me, did you?" Are you fooling me?"

"Of course not." An Xiaoqi glanced at the reclining scenery outside the car window, "There was an accident, Sister Mo was ill, we will go when she recovers."

Leng Huaijin hummed indifferently, and said, "If you come, let me know in advance, and my uncle will arrange a special plane to pick you up."

An Xiaoqi said no, and then said: "If your insomnia is serious, do you want to see Master Mo?"

The Uncle Mo in An Xiaoqi's mouth is called Mo Qing. Everyone knows that he is the king of orthopedics, but they don't know that he is best at Chinese medicine.

Well, it's just that Leng Huaijin didn't deal with Mo Qing, so he directly answered the wrong question, "Just hang up if you have nothing to do."

"..."

An Xiaoqi snorted resentfully, "That's good."

Listening to her lackluster tone, Leng Huaijin's eyes flashed with interest, "Be good, and I'll accompany you after I finish my busy work, huh?"

As he said that, he remembered a very important matter, and his voice became ruthless: "What's the matter with you and the eldest son of the Zhan family? An Xiaoqi, you have grown up, and secretly married behind our backs. Now I suffered a loss, believe it or not, I got cramped by that dog man?"

An Xiaoqi had a small mouth, and said obediently and softly: "That uncle, Xiaoqi will divorce him soon, so don't meddle in this matter..." After a pause, he hung up the phone quickly, "That...uncle, Xiaoqi still has something to do, so let's do this first, hang up."

After speaking, An Xiaoqi hung up the phone.

Hey, there are too many uncles, all of them dote on her, she is so annoying!
But before she was bothered for a few minutes, Mrs. Mo called.

An Xiaoqi connected, and Madam Mo's voice came from the phone's voice barrel: "Qiqi, Xiao Nian is arguing to be discharged from the hospital today, can you come to the hospital to persuade her?"

Counting the days, Mo Nian has been in the hospital for five days, and according to the normal procedure, he can be discharged.

But Mo Nian's hemorrhage this time hurt his body's vitality, so it would be better if he stayed for a few more days.

Thinking of this, An Xiaoqi happily replied: "Okay, I'll go there later."

Mrs. Mo was happy, and she couldn't hide her excitement: "Good boy, Auntie doesn't know how to thank you, so Auntie is waiting for you in the hospital?"

"Auntie, you are too polite."

After being polite, Mrs. Mo hung up the phone.

After she hung up the phone, she hurried into the ward, and called out to the man sitting on the sofa who was outstanding in both temperament and appearance:
"Linfeng, your sister's savior will come later, you have to thank him well, don't just read your broken script all day long, you earn so much money and you don't have a woman to spend it for you, no matter how much you earn, you don't have a woman to spend it for you. What is the use?"

Mo Linfeng lifted his eyes from the script, and gave her a funny look: "So, you have become a matchmaker in a hurry, are you planning to find a woman to spend money for me?"

Mrs. Mo looked at him very strangely: "You are almost an old man in his thirties, shouldn't you find a woman to spend money for you?"

Mo Linfeng answered irrelevantly: "The things I like are very expensive, but now I'm very poor."

The person he likes is still in prison, and he is counting the days to be released soon. That person is very expensive to raise, and he needs to save a lot of money to buy his heart.

Mrs. Mo became angry when she heard this: "Mo Linfeng, don't give me sloppy eyes, are you still poor? Your current worth is worth more than my company..."

"Is it because you have reached menopause and you have such a bad temper?" Mo Linfeng interrupted Mrs. Mo, "I have an announcement in half an hour, and I can't wait for Nian Nian's savior." After a pause, he got up and called to the side When air brokers, "Leave in 5 minutes."

Mrs. Mo's angry eyes burst into flames: "Mo Linfeng, I can't control you anymore, can I?"

Mo Linfeng smiled casually: "Well, I can't help you, you really can't control it." After a pause, he probably couldn't bear to make Mrs. Mo angry, and said, "Don't mess with the marriage line, I already like it." people."

After hearing this, Madam Mo's high anger was instantly extinguished.

She asked gossipingly: "Really? When did we talk? Are you inside or outside the circle? How old are you? What kind of work do you do? Who are you in your family? When are you planning to get married and have children? When are you going to bring them home?" show me..."

Hearing this, Mo Linfeng couldn't laugh or cry, he interrupted her: "I have a crush on you!"

Madam Mo cracked open, and her face became serious again:
"You're worthless, you are a three-gold actor, you have countless female fans, and now you tell my old lady that you have a crush? Why are you so cowardly? If you like it, you will fall in love? If you can't figure it out, there is mom, who will help you out?"

Mo Linfeng shrugged helplessly, "I'm afraid that if you make a move, you will scare people away."

After he finished speaking, he turned and went to the suite of the ward.

When he arrived, Mo Nian was packing up his things and preparing to be discharged from the hospital.

Seeing him coming, Mo Nian stopped what he was doing, "Brother, do you want to go?"

Mo Linfeng stroked her straight black and shiny hair, "If I had listened to brother's advice in the early years, why would I have to suffer this crime?"

Mo Nian pursed her lips and lowered her head.

It's meaningless to bring up the past, and Mo Linfeng doesn't want to expose her scars.

He rubbed her head: "Brother has an announcement, so I'll leave first." After a pause, "When the divorce is confirmed, tell brother in advance, and brother will accompany you that day."

If he didn't break one of Yan Xijing's arms, he couldn't get rid of his hatred.

"Brother, this is a matter between me and him, I want to solve it myself..."

Mo Linfeng interrupted her: "Brother was not present when you got married, brother must be there when you get divorced!" After a pause, he repeated emphatically, "Must be there!"

Mo Nian: "..."

Less than 10 minutes after Mo Linfeng left the hospital, An Xiaoqi arrived.

After some communication, Mo Nian insisted on leaving the hospital, and An Xiaoqi also felt that being discharged from the hospital may not be a bad thing, so in the end he became Mo Nian's lobbyist and agreed to what Mrs. Mo said.

The discharge procedure was done very quickly, and it was done in a quarter of an hour.

Before Mo Nian and Mrs. Mo drove away, he confirmed with An Xiaoqi that Emperor Fei would meet Leng Huaijin in three days' time to discuss the copyright of "Wang Chuan".

An Xiaoqi had no objection to this: "Okay. I'll call when the time comes."

After Mo Nian and Mrs. Mo left, An Xiaoqi just turned around when her nose bumped into the man's strong and firm chest.

A cold and dangerous smell.

An Xiaoqi raised her head vigilantly. When she saw the man's appearance clearly, her pupils shrank violently, and she took a step back subconsciously.