The boss of the empire was blown up by me

As soon as the cold wind blew, An Xiaoqi woke up and dozed off.

The entrance is a Gothic building with a sense of age, and the surrounding environment is beautiful. Even in such a cold day, there are still flowers and green trees everywhere, which is beautiful like a paradise.

An Xiaoqi thought about it seriously, she had some impressions of this place, she had been here once in her previous life.

Wangshuiju!
Zhan Xijue's parents' love nest.

She had only been here once in her previous life. She couldn't remember exactly how she came here that day. It was said that she was drunk.

All she knew was that after she woke up, her goal was the fragrant environment here, with mountains and water, like a fairyland on earth.

One thing she remembers very clearly is that when she fell from the swing covered with evergreen vines in Wangshuiju, and the dog gnawed on the mud, she happened to be bumped into by Zhan Xijue who was passing by at that time.

At that time, he picked her up and put her on the swing again, said something stupid about her, and left.

To be honest, Zhan Xijue really hasn't changed at all in his past and present lives, his mouth is poisonous.

Just ...

An Xiaoqi was a little distracted because she suddenly remembered something.

In her last life, why was she drunk and still staying in Wangshuiju?

At that time, when she woke up, she was extremely unwell, as if she had been run over by a big truck, her bones seemed to be falling apart, and she had the illusion of being violated, but at that time she did not see being violated on her body. Mark of.

However, she remembered one thing quite clearly. She woke up and went to the bathroom. After urinating, blood was wiped out with a tissue.

At that time, she thought it was her aunt's blood, but it was gone the next day.

Damn, did she sleep with Zhan Xijue in her last life?
"This is my parents' house and I come over once a month."

She was lost in thought, but Zhan Xijue's rare gentle voice interrupted her.

An Xiaoqi wanted to get down for a walk, but she moved from his arms and slid down.

She walked ahead and stopped when she passed a century-old pomegranate tree.

Zhan Xijue followed behind her, seeing unknown beams of light jumping in her dark eyes, seemed to be full of curiosity.

"My parents chose to buy this house because of this pomegranate tree."

"Thousands of houses have the same film, and thousands of sons are like one. The pomegranate tree symbolizes good luck, many children, many blessings."

The man's voice was very weak, as if it would dissipate when the wind blows.

An Xiaoqi glanced back at him, "Presumably, your parents were very loving back then, and they wanted their children to be a group."

Zhan Xijue didn't respond to this, but held her hand instead, "Let's go, it's cold here."

The man's palm was hot, and he wrapped her little hand tightly, as if a source of heat was transmitted from the fingertips, and then spread to all the limbs.

An Xiaoqi was not used to being led like this.

The way of entwining fingers is only for those who love deeply, it is always too ambiguous.

She didn't want to be led like this, she withdrew her hand, walked in the front, and announced the names of a few dishes she wanted to eat while walking.

She deliberately made things difficult for Zhan Xijue, and it took a long time to report the names of the dishes, all of which were big meat, and in the end she even asked for such an exorbitant request as grilled lamb chops.

But Zhan Xijue agreed one by one.

For Wangshuiju, Uncle Fu comes to clean it every month.

Before coming here, Zhan Xijue had sent someone to deliver the ingredients in advance, so after entering the door, Zhan Xijue asked An Xiaoqi to play by himself, and he went to prepare dinner.

For such an arrangement, An Xiaoqi naturally readily accepted it.

After she entered the door, she wandered around in the attitude of a hostess.

Visit from the first floor to the third floor, and finally stop in front of a door.

The solid wood door of huanghuali, she remembered this door, it was this room where she stayed and slept here in her previous life.

Probably because of revisiting the old place, An Xiaoqi couldn't help pushing the door open.

The sandalwood that hits the face, the fragrance is not strong, it is the kind that makes people just comfortable and lingering.

The layout of the room is full of traces of the hostess' life.

The furniture is relatively old-fashioned, but the whole decoration is full of Chinese style. The elevated bed and dressing table are old objects from the old period, and even the mirror on the dressing table is a bronze mirror inlaid with gold-rimmed white jade.

But it was not these that attracted An Xiaoqi's attention, but the piano stand full of violins.

She took a cursory glance, and there were about ten expensive violins.

An Xiaoqi thought, Mother Zhan must have loved the violin before she was alive, otherwise who would have nothing to display the violin in the bedroom.

Well, when An Xiaoqi saw this, she couldn't help guessing that half of the reason Zhan Xijue was so infatuated with Wen Shuning might be because she was good at playing the violin.

She didn't stay in this room for too long, and went out after a few minutes.

She watched variety shows in the downstairs living room for a while, but she was really bored, so she wandered to the kitchen.

Because, she was really curious about what kind of 'food' Mr. Zhan's hands inlaid with gold and diamonds could make.

When she walked into the kitchen, Zhan Xijue had already put the seasoned lamb chops into the oven.

Seeing her coming in, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, "Don't come in to make trouble, just wait outside."

An Xiaoqi felt that Zhan Xijue was sick, and the whole Wangshuiju was underfloor heating. Although she took off her coat, she was wrapped tightly from head to toe, so she couldn't seduce him.

She curled her mouth and stretched her neck to look at the lamb chops in the oven, looking very good.

She asked quite curiously: "Hey, Mr. Zhan, you actually know how to cook? You look good."

Zhan Xijue ignored her and lowered his head to clean the shrimp thread.

An Xiaoqi wants to eat shrimp slips, and he has to clean the shrimp threads before he can make shrimp slips.

An Xiaoqi leaned against the glazed dressing table behind her, picked up a washed fruit cucumber and bit it into a crunchy bite.

While gnawing on the cucumber, she admired Zhan Xijue who was carefully cleaning the shrimp line.

In other words, men who work hard are the most charming.

Mr. Zhan's earnest appearance in the kitchen is a 100-point praise.

An Xiaoqi looked at it for a while, then rubbed Zhan Xijue's trouser leg with her foot, "Boss Zhan, I'm quite curious, did your mother like the violin very much when she was alive?"

Zhan Xijue put the cleaned shrimp meat on the chopping board, and chopped it rhythmically with the back of the knife.

He hummed indifferently, feeling that she was in the way here, and drove her away: "An Xiaoqi, don't bother me here, go out and wait, okay, I'll call you."

He couldn't have a good temper, but An Xiaoqi refused to leave.

"I'm bored outside alone, I want to talk to you here to improve the relationship between husband and wife."

"Speak as you speak, don't rub your feet all over the place, if it catches fire, you are responsible or not!"

When the sound fell, An Xiaoqi's gaze subconsciously moved down, and landed on Zhan Xijue's pants.

It really is……

Her little face turned red, she got up from the glazed platform behind her, and continued the previous topic, especially gossip asking:

"Then you... Wen Shuning fell in love because she can play the violin?"

Zhan Xijue did not shy away from this topic.

He said: "When she plays the piano, she looks like a mother."

When he was young, the best scene was probably sitting on the swing in Wangshuiju, watching his mother playing the piano bathed in the sunset.

His mother is a very gentle woman, she always speaks softly, even if she is angry with her father, she is always gentle and soft.

The only time she was most vicious was in that sudden car accident, before the car exploded, she yelled at him, run!
He ran, and the car exploded...

Zhan Xijue cut his finger.

The blood was drenched on the shrimp meat, which looked quite shocking.

An Xiaoqi frowned, and gave him a push: "You idiot, you got it, why are you in a daze."