The boss of the empire was blown up by me

Shangguanrou never thought that she would be able to snatch Zhan Xijue back by coming out this time, anyway, her goal of separating An Xiaoqi and Zhan Xijue had been achieved.

She shook off the bodyguard who was about to tie her up to leave: "Don't touch me with your cheap dirty hands, I will leave by myself."

As he said that, he took another greedy look at Zhan Xijue, and said, "Zhan Xijue, don't think that I can't do anything to you like this. Just wait for me, and I will always find a way to make you marry me willingly. "

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, the creaking sound of the high-heeled shoes.

An Xiaoqi waited for her to go far, and said to Xi Jue objectively:

"Mr. Zhan, to be honest, compared to Wen Shuning, this Shangguan superstar is really pretty good. If you are in danger, she will probably save your life even if it's me. I can't do it."

Zhan Xijue never expected that An Xiaoqi would take the initiative to come to him in the afternoon when he left her in the middle of the road, let alone that she would meet Shangguan Rou.

He was in a bad mood now, his face darkened, and he said, "I have nothing to do with her..."

An Xiaoqi interrupted him: "Boss Zhan, you don't need to explain to me, and I don't care." After a pause, "Look, I have packed my luggage, and now I only care about whether I can fly on time at ten o'clock tonight. Imperial capital?"

Zhan Xijue's heart ached from choking.

What he hated the most was An Xiaoqi's disregard for him.

She doesn't care about his past and his so-called love history at all, unless it hurts her interests, she reluctantly uses her status as Mrs. Zhan to bully others.

He had never seen a more powerful and vicious woman than An Xiaoqi.

Dog woman, sooner or later he will be pissed off by her.

The more Zhan Xijue thought about it, the more angry he became, and his attitude towards An Xiaoqi was extremely bad: "I haven't got off work yet, so I don't have time to entertain you."

An Xiaoqi snorted, and asked, "Then I won't disturb your work. I didn't sleep well last night. I'll go to the hotel next door and get a room to catch up on sleep. Just call me before nine o'clock in the evening."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

Zhan Xijue was furious.

Picking her up by the waist, he said to Jiang Huai, "Give me her suitcase."

After finishing speaking, he carried An Xiaoqi to the president's special elevator.

After entering the elevator, he slammed An Xiaoqi on the elevator door, leaned forward, raised her chin, and stared at her with fiery eyes:
"You have to be mad at me to be happy?"

An Xiaoqi asked quite innocently: "Mr. Zhan, why did you say that?"

He left her on the way at noon, and his ex-exe ran up to her to make things difficult for her, but she wasn't angry, so he was angry?

What responded to him was the man's falling kiss.

It was impossible for An Xiaoqi to let him kiss her.

She turned her head aside, and Viscount Zhan's lips fell on her ear neck, and the warm touch just fell on her soft neck.

It was hot and itchy, which made her tremble inexplicably, and her heart beat like a drum.

An Xiaoqi tried to push him away, but Zhan Xijue bit her shoulder at this moment, biting so hard that An Xiaoqi almost cried in pain.

An Xiaoqi didn't move either.

It's not because she doesn't want to, but because of the disparity in strength between men and women, no amount of struggle is pointless.

Her quietness and submerged indifference were a great humiliation to Zhan Xijue.

He finally stopped biting her, and raised his head to question her, only to find that her eyes were full of unbearable tears.

Then, his heart felt as if it had been twisted hard, and it hurt.

He punched An Xiaoqi on the elevator wall behind An Xiaoqi angrily, then moved away from her, put some distance away from An Xiaoqi, and said coldly:

"There is a resting place upstairs. If you are sleepy, rest first. I will call you when I am busy."

After he finished speaking, the elevator door opened, and he walked out of the elevator first.

An Xiaoqi saw his back that was as straight as it was loose, reached out and touched the bitten shoulder, and gasped in pain.

Uncle, the war dog is definitely a beast, and it bites so hard.

An Xiaoqi wanted to slap herself, what was she thinking back then, why did she have to provoke Zhan Xijue, a jackal.

……

Zhan Xijue's lounge in Shiding is very large, with all kinds of living facilities, and even a home theater for relaxation and recreation.

An Xiaoqi found a medicine box and simply sterilized the bite marks on her shoulders, then climbed onto the dark gray bed.

I didn't sleep well last night. Although I was very sleepy, it was difficult to fall asleep all at once.

So, she turned on the built-in home theater.

Originally, I wanted to find a random variety show to browse, but when the screen was turned on, the purpose of entry was the art portraits that Wen Shuning probably took in the early years.

The effect presented by the artistic photo background is quite artistic.

It's just that the women wearing cheongsams in the photos are too glamorous in terms of demeanor and behavior, which weakens the original artistic effect.

An Xiaoqi stared at Wen Shuning's cheongsam that was slit up to her thighs for a while, then turned her eyes to the half-hidden woman's expression still holding a pipa, and her hands playing with the pipa, and gave Wen Shuning this artistic photo objectively praise.

However, she suddenly didn't want to lie on this bed anymore.

Wen Shuning's artistic photos can all appear on the screen as a screensaver, so Wen Shuning must have slept on this big bed before.

Well, An Xiaoqi had a physical instinct, so she jumped off the big bed, took out a brand new quilt from the storage room, and moved to the sofa.

The fatigue caused by days of insomnia surged at this moment.

An Xiaoqi nestled on the sofa and quickly fell asleep.

She slept very deeply, and when Zhan Xijue came to look for her after finishing his work, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and she was still asleep.

Seeing that she was in a deep sleep, he didn't wake her up, but when he leaned over to carry her back to the big bed to sleep, he realized that the home theater with a huge screen was still on.

On the screen was a glamorous woman wearing a smoky blue cheongsam, her eyebrows and eyes were so charming that they almost overflowed from the screen, so charming.

He stared at the screen for four or five seconds before finding the remote control to turn it off, and then he walked out of the lounge.

Standing in front of the large French windows, silently smoking a cigarette.

He gazed at the radiant night scene of the city without blinking, and his overly calm appearance made Jiang Huai, who came over with dinner, feel subconsciously frightened.

He lightly placed the dinner on the coffee table in the living room, then walked a few steps towards the man tremblingly, waiting quietly without daring to pant loudly.

About the time of touching a cigarette, the man turned around, glanced at him, and said suddenly: "Find a time, and dismantle the home theater in the lounge for me."

Jiang Huai was surprised: "Didn't you... install and design it yourself? Okay, why do you want to dismantle it?"

As soon as the sound fell, the man kicked him hard on the thigh: "I tell you to take it apart as soon as I ask you to. Don't talk!"

Jiang Huai rubbed his buttocks aggrievedly, said oh, and reported cautiously: "The plane has been dispatched, and it can fly to the imperial capital at any time."

Zhan Xijue hummed, and waved to Jiang Huai: "Go down and wait for the notice."

After Jiang Huai left, Zhan Xijue returned to the master bedroom in the lounge.

He went straight to the sofa, half-kneeled on one knee on the carpet, brushed away the broken hair that blocked the woman's eyebrows with his fingers, and called her twice: "An Xiaoqi, it's time to get up..."