The boss of the empire was blown up by me

The woman slept deeply and did not respond to this.

Zhan Xijue stared at her peaceful sleeping face for a long time.

Most of the time they get along is either against each other or tearing each other up, and they are rarely so peaceful, which gives Zhan Xijue an inexplicably precious illusion.

The woman in front of her... oh, a girl to be exact.

The girl under the hazy light had her sweater open at the collar, slantingly revealing the shoulder that had been bitten off by him. The dark red tooth marks on her extremely fair skin looked a bit shocking.

Zhan Xijue's eyes darkened for a while, he didn't feel too much force when he bit it, why was he so delicate.

With a thought, I bowed my head at the broken skin and kissed her.

The flavor is so soft that he is addicted to it!

Zhan Xijue's lips gradually moved until they completely kissed An Xiaoqi's lips.

Grind it finely and cherish it very much.

But no matter how careful he was, he still woke An Xiaoqi up.

When she opened her eyes, what she saw was a man's incomparably handsome face and those thick peach blossom eyes.

He asked her with a tone of ear-to-eye, "Does it still hurt?"

Having just woken up, and her consciousness has not yet fully recovered, An Xiaoqi's entire dazed appearance is like a child who has not experienced much in the world, staring at him blankly with black and white eyes.

It was only after a slow reaction that she realized what the man was asking her again.

She said angrily, "What do you think?"

Zhan Xijue picked her up from the sofa, hugged her and sat on his lap, and asked, "Why didn't you sleep on the bed?"

An Xiaoqi didn't struggle, let him hold her, tilted her head and mocked him:
"How dare I? This is one of the former love nests of Mr. Zhan and Ms. Wen. Mr. Zhan kept saying that he broke up with Ms. Wen. Didn't he use the artistic photos of Ms. Wen's killing all over the world as the background wall, and he was reluctant to delete them?" .”

After she finished speaking, she got off Xi Jue Zhan's arms, and went to the bathroom without looking back.

Zhan Xijue watched her leaving back, frowning deeply.

It is undeniable that Wen Shuning had indeed lived in the lounge here before, and she proposed to install the home theater. As for the art photo, although he did not personally set it as the background, he also set it with Wen Shuning's acquiescence.

After he broke up with Wen Shuning, he didn't live here often, so he forgot to ask someone to clean up the traces of Wen Shuning's stay here.

Now being caught by the little woman and ridiculed, he is really speechless.

After An Xiaoqi washed his face in the bathroom, Zhan Xijue had already arranged the dinner that Jiang Huai sent one by one.

She walked over and was not polite to Zhan Xijue, and asked while eating:
"Mr. Zhan, are your planes ready? If you can leave on time at ten o'clock, I will call someone to pick up Sister Mo and set off together."

Zhan Xijue is not an idiot, An Xiaoqi "provoked" him to go to the imperial capital in every possible way, not just as she said——

There was another reason for beating Wen Shuning with his hands.

Of course, he didn't intend to ask what the reason was.

Because she asked, she wouldn't tell.

He only knew that he was still useful to this bitch woman.

Zhan Xijue felt that what Yan Xijing said was not bad at all, he was like licking a dog right now, he was so fucking cheap.

He had never been so useless in his life.

"An Xiaoqi, don't push me any further." Zhan Xijue became uncertain again, "Why are you taking Mo Nian? She's just a woman with bad legs..."

An Xiaoqi wanted to eat that crab claw, so she asked Zhan Xijue to peel it off for her: "I want to eat that crab claw, you peel it off for me."

Zhan Xijue had a bad attitude: "Don't you have long hands?"

An Xiaoqi took a bite of the crunchy lotus root slices, and said as a matter of course: "I don't know how to do it. I used to eat crabs that my uncles cooked for me. I don't know how to do it."

Zhan Xijue: "..."

"A senior uncle of mine has taken a fancy to Sister Mo's copyright of "Wang Chuan", and I want to take her to discuss cooperation." An Xiaoqi explained a question Zhan Xijue had asked before, "Mr. Sister Mo's identity has been promised. You won't reject me, embarrass me. "

"..."

Zhan Xijue really wanted to know the real purpose of An Xiaoqi in teasing him to go to the imperial capital, so he agreed: "Okay. I agree."

……

**
The next day, at five o'clock in the morning, Zhan Xijue's private plane arrived in the imperial capital.

After everything was settled, An Xiaoqi said to Zhan Xijue: "Boss Zhan, for your excellent performance, I will invite you to the Imperial Grand Theater to watch the music awards ceremony tonight."

Zhan Xijue gave her an obscene look, and said, "Compared to watching the music festival, I would rather hear you sing to me on the bed."

An Xiaoqi would not be angry if she was shameless towards him.

She said: "How can my old lady sing as well as Ms. Wen's? Let me tell you, as the focus of this year's music festival, Ms. Wen is most likely to win the Best Composer Award. As her predecessor, you don't even bother to support her." Is it? Anyway, she used to be the woman you liked. If you don't go, I will go with Uncle Leng."

In a threatening tone, "Anyway, if I do something to embarrass Miss Wen at Miss Wen's awards ceremony and cause trouble, you remember to go to the police station and get me out."

When An Xiaoqi mentioned this, Zhan Xijue remembered that today is January [-]th, and it is indeed the annual Bai Yuelan Music Awards Ceremony.

In previous years, he would accompany Wen Shuning to attend this time.

Zhan Xijue can be sure that An Xiaoqi went to the music festival just to sabotage.

This is an annual national live broadcast ceremony. He is really afraid that An Xiaoqi will be caught by the netizens all over the country if she is stupid. He will not be able to catch her by then.

Therefore, he really couldn't help but not go.

With a dark face, he said in a deep voice: "An Xiaoqi, give me peace of mind, don't do too much, and don't blame me for not being able to get your people."

An Xiaoqi tilted her head and smiled lightly: "Mr. Zhan, are you worried about me, or are you worried about your ex being beaten to pieces by me?"

Zhan Xijue: "..."

……

**
After resting in the hotel where they stayed for three hours, An Xiaoqi and Mo Nian took a car to meet the boss of Light Media - Leng Huaijin.

But, something went wrong.

Leng Huaijin wanted to meet a big client temporarily, but he didn't meet him in person.

However, he left his secretary to receive them specially.

Guangying wanted to cooperate with Mo Nian with great sincerity. Not only did they pay a high price for the copyright, but they also hired Mo Nian as the screenwriter of "Forget River" at a high price, giving the original work the utmost respect.

After an hour of in-depth exchanges and communication, Mo Nian was very satisfied with the conditions of Guangying Kai, and signed the contract on the spot.

After signing the contract, Leng Huaijin's secretary invited An Xiaoqi and Mo Nian to the best restaurant in the capital to entertain them.

After lunch, An Xiaoqi was going to the Youhuang Research Center to learn about Mu Zhao's situation, so she asked Leng Huaijin's secretary to take Mo Nian back to the hotel.

However, Mo Nian declined Secretary Jin's kindness, expressing that he wanted to go to the tourist attractions in the imperial capital alone.

This is the boss's distinguished guest, Secretary Jin dare not neglect.

He said: "Miss Mo, your legs and feet are not very convenient. For your safety, I will send two people to protect you. Do you think it's okay?"

Mo Nian felt that Secretary Jin was being too polite, so he smiled and said, "No need."

Secretary Jin no longer insisted, "Then... okay."

……

**
Mo Nian went to Longjue Temple, the most incensed place in the imperial capital.

Ten years ago, her leg was broken in Longjue Temple to save Yan Xijing. She wanted to say goodbye to her stupid self in the past.

After finishing the incense in the temple, finishing the Buddha treatment, and preparing to go down the mountain, it started to rain and sleet.

The sky was gloomy, and the bluestone road on the mountain was not easy to walk.

She walked very slowly, stopping and going, her body was soon drenched by rain and snow, and the cold wind blew, making her bones tremble with cold.

I don't know how long I walked before I reached the foot of the mountain.

She was a little tired. After a short rest in a pavilion, she was about to make an online car-hailing appointment when the mobile phone in her pocket rang.

She wiped the rain off her face, took out her phone and took a closer look, it turned out that it was Yan Xijing calling.

She directly blocked his cell phone, but another strange number called in the next second.

Mo Nian squinted his deep eyes, thought for a while, and connected.

As soon as the phone was connected, Yan Xijing's cold tone came: "Where are you?"

Mo Nian answered the wrong question: "Master Yan Jiu, I thought we were already on the way back from the bridge to the bridge. I don't know what the meaning of Master Yan Jiu is now? If there is nothing to do, he will appear to brush his existence, and he will fall again and again. Bottom line, what do you want to do?"

After the sound fell, a man's lazy and indifferent mocking voice came from the phone's sound barrel: "I mean the same thing."

The conversation changed abruptly, "But, that big brother of yours who doesn't know how to live or die is always trying to trouble me. Tell me, should I ask someone to knock him down directly, or run him to death?"