The boss of the empire was blown up by me

After the sound fell, she found that the aura around Zhan Xijue had changed, with gusts of dark wind and an overwhelming hostility.

With a bang, he threw the knife away, put the cut hand in front of An Xiaoqi, looked at her with red eyes, and said fiercely:
"I told you not to make trouble, but I did. Don't eat dinner!"

An Xiaoqi got angry at him for no reason, and his heart trembled three times when he roared.

This is a wilderness in the countryside, not to mention that she came to get close to him with a mission, so she must be coaxed at this time.

What's more, this dog man was really cruel before, and that time he almost threw her from the 55-story building.

I have lingering fears when I think about it!

An Xiaoqi looked at the bleeding finger in front of her, and quickly stuck out her tongue to lick the broken skin.

When she licked, the delicate and soft touch made Zhan Xijue's eyes turn red.

At this moment, she spit on the wound.

Zhan Xijue's lungs were about to explode: "An Xiaoqi, you are courting death!"

Before he roared angrily, An Xiaoqi hurriedly said: "Grandma said that human saliva can kill bacteria. I basically grew up soaked in medicine jars since I was a child. I have a special body. Saliva can not only kill bacteria but also stop bleeding..." Paused Suddenly, "I don't believe it, look, has it stopped streaming?"

Zhan Xijue's brows twitched in anger: "..."

"Mr. Zhan, wait a minute, tell me where is the medicine box, and I'll get a band-aid for you?"

Zhan Xijue flushed his hand against the faucet in disgust. After flushing for a long time, he felt that his saliva was washed clean.

Only then did he respond to her: "I'm not that delicate!"

An Xiaoqi groaned, and asked cutely: "Then...do you have any more for dinner? I'm so hungry."

"Get out and wait for me—"

An Xiaoqi let out an obedient oh, then turned around and wanted to leave.

It was only when she took a step that Xijue Zhan grabbed hold of her waist and dragged her whole body back.

She was baffled, just as she opened her mouth to ask, a handsome face fell down in her eyes, followed by a very dark kiss.

An Xiaoqi felt like she was going to drown, she couldn't even breathe, and the root of her tongue was even numb.

After a standard French kiss, Zhan Xijue let go of her, and his mood seemed to be a little better, "This is the price for you to punish me for trouble!"

An Xiaoqi: "..."

"Aren't you leaving? Waiting for me to tear you up here?"

An Xiaoqi left.

She went upstairs to brush her teeth, brushed her teeth five times, and then went downstairs angrily.

Waiting in the downstairs living room for another hour, Zhan Xijue came out of the kitchen and asked her to have dinner.

Four dishes and one soup, plus a lamb chop.

An Xiaoqi did not expect that Mr. Zhan's cooking skills are so good. When he was licking the lamb chops, he couldn't help but keep boasting:

"Mr. Zhan, your culinary skills are so good, if one day you fall down, you can definitely make a fortune by relying on this skill."

Well, sometimes people really just say that casually, but after years of circulation, it becomes a prophecy.

Several years later, when An Xiaoqi reunited with Zhan Xijue in a poor foreign town, he was the chef in charge of that food stall.

Of course, this is a story.

At this moment, Zhan Xijue made her tomato and egg soup, "Can you stop acting like a bandit? I don't want to fight with you, eat it slowly."

An Xiaoqi slowed down, took a sip of soup, and asked gossipingly, "Mr. Zhan, I'm really curious. Who did you learn your great cooking skills from?"

Zhan Xijue poured himself a glass of red wine, tasted it gracefully for a while, and said casually: "My mother."

His mother is a person who knows how to live, likes the violin, and loves to drill into the kitchen to study food.

When he was very young, his mother told him——

【Ah Jue, you have to learn how to cook, and cook for your loved ones in the future, that is a very enjoyable thing. 】

The dead mother of a man is not a very good topic.

An Xiaoqi planned to say something else to divert the man's attention.

She gave Zhan Xijue a lamb chop and handed it to his mouth, "Do you want to taste it?"

Zhan Xijue hates strong food, he frowned: "I don't like these, you eat by yourself. After eating, clean your mouth for me, if it's not clean, I'll clean it for you."

An Xiaoqi: "..."

After half an hour, dinner is over.

An Xiaoqi was full of wine and food, had a chat, and was about to talk about business with Zhan Xijue, but Zhan Xijue ordered her to wash the pots and dishes: "Go and wash the dishes."

An Xiaoqihou refused: "It was you who apologized to me and invited me to enjoy delicious food, why did you ask me to do the dishes?"

"I cook, and you should wash the dishes." In his memory, his mother cooks, and his father cleans up the dishes after the meal. "Besides, I have broken hands."

An Xiaoqi curled her mouth and muttered softly, "I don't know who said I'm not that delicate."

"You don't need to wash it. If you kiss me, I will wash it."

"..."

After An Xiaoqi washed the dishes reluctantly, she returned to the living room, and saw a man smoking a cigarette standing in front of the French window.

Without saying a word, it was as quiet as if it wanted to blend into the night outside the window.

Hearing her movement, he turned around and walked towards her, "Tell me, come to me tonight, what do you want?"

An Xiaoqi didn't play tricks with him, and took him the financing plan she had prepared in advance from her backpack, explaining her intentions.

"I want to cooperate with you."

Zhan Xijue took her equity financing plan, sat on the sofa, and spent a few minutes going through it roughly.

After he read it, he could sum it up in one sentence - the dog woman wanted to trick him.

He threw the financing plan on the coffee table, and sneered: "40% of the shares, you want to raise 80 billion from me?" Not so much money."

An Xiaoqi interrupted him: "Why not? Mr. Wen from Wen's invested 50 billion and took away 31% of the shares. Once Anhua enters the pharmaceutical and healthcare market and goes public, the stock will only go up but not down."

Zhan Xijue looked at her as if he was mentally retarded: "It's so valuable, you're in a hurry to sell the shares? Are you sick?"

An Xiaoqi felt guilty, and said, "...Isn't it that it hasn't been listed yet, and it needs financing, expansion and construction first, and then it's listed?"

Zhan Xijue didn't speak, he remembered the day An Xiaoqi called Wen Shiyu's name when he was drunk, and suddenly asked, "What's your relationship with Wen Shiyu?"

An Xiaoqi: "Didn't you know? I ran out of the castle manor with my suitcase that night. He is so kind. He heard that I was raped by the family, so he gave me a ride for a while." After a pause, "I told him Unfamiliar."

"Unfamiliar? Unfamiliar, he asked Li Shenmu to give you a ruby ​​ring worth tens of millions?"

An Xiaoqi's eyes widened suddenly, and he said in disbelief, "How do you know?" After a pause, as if suddenly, "You sent someone to follow me?"

"I'm not that busy." Zhan Xijue snorted coldly, and said again: "The night you got drunk, you cried and called him by his name, how do you explain that?"

When I said this, there was already a cold taste in my voice,
"Wen Shiyu invested 50 billion in Anhua for no reason. Is he full of food, or does he have some other purpose? After all, 50 billion, what is he doing wrong, not to find Anhua who has problems with cash flow? The Buddha is still alive Savior?"

An Xiaoqi couldn't answer Zhan Xijue's aggressive questions, she pursed her lips, gritted her teeth, and put on a desperate tone:
"Don't you want a divorce? Why, as the son-in-law of An's family, is it difficult to save your wife's family's company? 80 billion is not as easy as plucking hair for you?"

Zhan Xijue felt that she had a ghost in her heart, so he answered the wrong question.

His eyes darkened deeply, and he asked again and again: "An Xiaoqi, answer my question. What is your relationship with Wen Shiyu?"

An Xiaoqi felt that Zhan Xijue looked at her like he was seeing a cheating wife, full of murderous flames.

She looked away from his face, thought for a while, and said, "It's not the kind of relationship you think anyway. Let me ask you, do you vote or not?"

Obviously, An Xiaoqi's answer made Zhan Xijue very dissatisfied.

He was very patient to play with her for a while, but now he suddenly doesn't want to.

As soon as he thought of An Xiaoqi who was drunk that night, even when he was asleep, he still called Wen Shiyu's name, he wished he could just strip her naked and punish her on the spot.

He suddenly pulled An Xiaoqi in front of him, pinched her chin with his long fingers, forced her to look at him, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you still a virgin?"

As soon as these words came out, An Xiaoqi felt that her dignity had been severely humiliated.

But before she had time to get angry, Zhan Xijue grabbed her by the waist and pushed her onto the sofa behind her.