The boss of the empire was blown up by me

The sound fell, and Zhan Xiuyuan, who had heard the news, had arrived.

In the middle of the night, when he heard that Zhan Xijue and his nephew Zhan Jiuxiao were going to fight, he was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack.

He trotted all the way from Zhanjia Xiyuan, panting.

"Bastards..., what are you doing? Do you think I'm out of breath? How much hatred and grievance do you have, and you even fired your guns? I saw you facing the enemies outside, and I didn't see you both fighting with each other. "

Zhan Xijue's gun was blown away by Zhan Xiuyuan's crutch.

After he shot Zhan Xijue's gun, he asked Zhan Jiuxiao sharply: "Xiao Jiu, what wicked thing did you do to provoke this bastard?"

Zhan Xiuyuan knew Zhan Xijue well, and Zhan Xijue must have provoked him first when he attacked his family.

Zhan Jiuxiao is not an idiot, of course he knows the reason why Zhan Xijue did it.

It's just that he is quite curious, as far as he knows, Zhan Xijue doesn't care about that girl An Xiaoqi?

How did you protect it.

Zhan Jiuxiao didn't answer right away, so Zhan Xiuyuan asked Ji Nuan beside him: "Xiao Nuan, tell me. How did your master provoke that turtle grandson?"

Ji Nuan wiped the paint on the end of her eyebrows, lowered her head, and said respectfully: "...the third master splashed the paint on Mrs. Sun in the afternoon..."

Hearing this, Zhan Jiuxiao glared at Ji Nuan: "It's troublesome!"

After the sound fell, Zhan Xiuyuan swung a cane on Zhan Jiuxiao's back: "Bastard. You even bully your own nephew and daughter-in-law, are you still a human being?"

He was still angry after beating, snatched the remaining half bucket of paint from Zhan Xijue, and splashed it on Zhan Jiuxiao.

Zhan Jiuxiao felt that he had picked it up, he let out a low growl, not even shouting at his father, and called Zhan Xiuyuan's name directly: "Zhan Xiuyuan——"

"What's your name? I'm just such a granddaughter-in-law, you still bully me, see if I don't kill you bastard..."

After being beaten, Zhan Jiuxiao couldn't turn back, so he roared angrily: "Is it great to have a grandson's wife..."

Zhan Xiuyuan interrupted him: "It's just amazing. Even your nephew has a wife, and you're still single in your [-]s. You're capable, so you can ask me for a wife."

Zhan Jiuxiao is also impatient: "I like you and you don't like it, what can I do? If you agree, I will bring Shuning back to you as my daughter-in-law tomorrow."

As soon as these words came out, Zhan Xiuyuan was so angry that he almost passed out.

The cane made a crackling sound.

"Bastard, give up your heart as soon as possible. Just Wen Shuning, a bitch like that, isn't even worthy of the maid around you. She's not even as good as Xiaonuan with a single finger. How dare you mention her to me."

Zhan Xiuyuan really lost his temper, and called a few skilled people behind him, "Put this beast in the ancestral hall for me, and don't let it out before the year."

After the sound fell, Zhan Xijue laughed.

He was in a very good mood, lit a cigarette, and greeted the two people he brought: "Deaf? Why don't you help me and invite my uncle into the ancestral hall to reflect on the wall?"

Zhan Jiuxiao: "..."

……

**
Half an hour later, Zhan Xijue left the Zhan family's old house.

He drove alone and arrived at Shengjing Union Medical College Hospital at around four o'clock in the morning.

He opened the door and got out of the car, leaned against the front of the car and lit a cigarette. After smoking a cigarette, he looked up at the sky.

It seems to be snowing, and occasionally a few snowflakes fall from the top of the head, falling on the palm of the hand and quickly melting and disappearing.

He was a little lost.

He felt that An Xiaoqi was like the snowflake that melted and disappeared in his palm, it had been here but it didn't belong to him.

Zhan Xijue was extremely irritable.

……

**
The environment in the hospital is not as good as at home, and An Xiaoqi's sleep has been extremely poor these past few nights.

She couldn't fall asleep, so she took out her phone and checked the time. It was already four o'clock in the morning.

If you don't feel sleepy, you simply don't sleep.

She went to the inner room of the ward to check on An Peisheng, and came out after making sure that the old man was sleeping soundly.

I poured myself a cup of hot milk, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked at the snowflakes falling outside, and felt a little unreal for a while.

In the previous life, grandpa died of cerebral infarction, but it happened only two years later.

However, right now, grandpa's cerebral infarction is onset ahead of schedule.

Although the operation was successful, it was not a good sign for An Xiaoqi.

Behind him came the sound of the door of the ward being opened, and An Xiaoqi turned her head vigilantly.

The dimly lit floor lamp illuminated the figure of the visitor and his handsome face.

It is probably because the night makes people easy to be quiet, so those emotions that were originally thought to be anger or anxiety appear to be particularly calm at this moment.

An Xiaoqi looked at the man walking towards her.

The man in the long black windbreaker was tall and slender, probably because he hadn't had a good rest for a long time. The corners of his eyes were red, but there was an unruly clarity in his eyes, which made him not feel tired at all. There was a crushing strength all over his body.

As he approached, the halo outlined the deep facial features of his face, and his clear and cold eyes were looking at her without blinking.

He smells very strongly of tobacco..., well, paint.

An Xiaoqi frowned, "Mr. Zhan, is this the one who flew back from the imperial capital overnight to ask my Xingshi to question me?"

After all, she was the one who instructed Jiang Huai to splash Wen Shuning's paint.

Presumably, Mr. Zhan will settle accounts with her when he knows the truth.

What An Xiaoqi didn't expect was that he would fly back overnight.

However, Zhan Xijue's answer overturned her guess: "..., no."

An Xiaoqi said lightly, "That's it?"

"I want to explain to you..."

An Xiaoqi chuckled and interrupted him: "It's not necessary, Mr. Zhan."

She analyzed objectively:

"In this day and age, it's actually normal for powerful men to have one or two confidante friends or rumors of one-night stands.

What's more, you and Miss Wen have rekindled their old relationship, so it's understandable for you to get out of the way.

Besides, I made it very clear to Mr. Zhan that night that I have no love for you, so I don't care about your explanation. "

When An Xiaoqi said these words, her attitude was actually very good.

Smile, speak plainly, and even look at him with a smile all the time.

It was because of her good attitude that it seemed that her words were particularly harsh in Zhan Xijue's ears.

She didn't even care why her husband was in the same room with other women, and she didn't even have any interest in hearing his explanation.

Zhan Xijue frowned deeply, looked at An Xiaoqi's face that was so lively because of his smile, took a deep breath, and said in a good-tempered manner:
"It's your choice whether you listen or not, and it's my choice whether you talk or not. I just want to explain to you now."

An Xiaoqi clicked his tongue, tilted his head and smiled deeper:

"Explain what? Explain that you were plotted by Miss Wen but didn't get out, or explain why only Miss Wen can plot you, but not other women? "

What An Xiaoqi said was very good.

It's a sarcasm and an objective fact!