The boss of the empire was blown up by me

All the way without a word, went straight to the hotel where we stayed.

Arriving at the entrance of the hotel, the man was the first to push the door and get out of the car, and he took a big step, with no intention of waiting for her at all.

An Xiaoqi looked out of the car window at the man who quickly walked a long distance away, that tall and straight figure looked particularly lonely in the brightly lit hall, and inexplicably made her feel a strange feeling in her heart, like pity and It's more like an unknown emotion that's akin to distress.

Although this man came from a prominent background, he lost his parents when he was young. Not only did he lack the love of his father and mother since he was a child, but he also grew up under an extremely severe assessment environment. A person like him is doomed to be rebellious and lonely.

Not knowing which nerve was involved, An Xiaoqi pushed the door and got out of the car, and quickly chased the figure and ran out.

Jiang Huai looked at this pair of lovers, and he was very conscious and didn't follow him to be a light bulb.

However, thinking about Zhan Xijue's gunshot wound, he made a phone call to arrange for a private doctor to come over.

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that end.

An Xiaoqi finally closed the elevator door before Zhan Xijue, and squeezed into the elevator.

The man acted as if he hadn't seen her. After pressing the elevator floor, he didn't even give her an extra look.

He didn't look at her, An Xiaoqi walked in front of him, stood on tiptoe, and put her palm-sized face into his eyes.

"Mr. Zhan, do you really not want to go to the hospital? Shall I go with you?"

The man still ignores her.

Well, not only did he ignore her, but his expression was still ugly, and Qing Juan's black pupils showed no emotion.

Probably because of the pain caused by the gunshot wound, the thin sweat on the man's forehead was even worse than before.

An Xiaoqi has been shot before, and the gunshot wound is not a joke. This dog man has been able to endure it until now and keeps silent, which shows that he is ruthless in his bones.

An Xiaoqi pursed the corners of her lips, reached out and tugged at his sleeve: "Are you angry just because I didn't care about you?"

Zhan Xijue brushed away her hand that was pulling his sleeve, and walked out of the elevator when the elevator door opened.

The man took big strides and walked very fast, An Xiaoqi had to trot to keep up.

After chasing all the way to the door of the presidential suite, the man swiped his card, but didn't go in. Instead, he suddenly turned around and looked at the little woman who had already chased him and almost ran into his arms first.

He looked down at her flushed little face from chasing her all the way, and said in a calm tone:
"I think I'm so worthless to you, Miss An. There's no point in licking your face again and again to be mean." As he spoke, he sneered coldly, "That's it."

After speaking, the man pushed the door into the presidential suite and tried to close the door.

An Xiaoqi stretched one foot in, and the door didn't close, but because Zhan Xijue slammed the door violently, it hurt her ankle.

She raised her brows in pain, and exclaimed, "Ah, it hurts so much!"

Then Zhan Xijue turned his head and glanced at the woman squatting on the ground hugging her ankle and crying for pain.

Nameless annoyance quickly climbed up his brows and spread wantonly in his chest.

Zhan Xijue's deep eyes seemed to be able to spew raging flames, which could set An Xiaoqi on fire in the next second.

He leaned over, raised An Xiaoqi's collar and pulled her up from the ground as soon as he raised his hand, and then pressed her against the door panel.

An Xiaoqi met his red eyes, those eyes were filled with anger and other dark colors that were so thick and turbulent.

"An Xiaoqi..."

The man opened his mouth deeply, his breath faint and rough,

"I have tolerated you again and again, and compromised again and again. You can clearly see that I have a heart for you. You can ignore it and trample on it again and again. Are you sure that I really can't do anything to you?"

An Xiaoqi's heart trembled violently because of his domineering aura.

She did see that Xijue Zhan was interested in her, but she never expected that Xijue Zhan had much more affection for her than she thought.

She looked into the man's red eyes, and the turbulent undercurrent in the eyes.

After a long time, she said: "...do you like me very much?"

The man didn't speak, but the mottled anger in his eyes faintly cooled down a bit.

An Xiaoqi looked at the man's extremely handsome but gloomy face in the interlacing of light and shadow, and couldn't hide the strong and shocking beating in her heart.

Look, how angry this man is with her.

She is amazing!
She made the big boss of the empire almost pissed off.

With a thought, she stood on tiptoe and kissed the man's tight chin, "Are you still angry?"

Zhan Xijue: "..."

"My ankle should be swollen, it hurts..."

Kissed him perfunctorily, finished teasing him, and began to yell at him in pain.

Zhan Xijue really wished he could tear An Xiaoqi up and eat him.

Without saying a word, he looked at her wrinkled little face because of the pain for a while, then patted her face, "I am really used to you!"

After he finished speaking, he was about to bend down and hug her.

An Xiaoqi stopped him from doing this: "No, you are injured, I can walk over by myself."

As she spoke, she started limping towards the sofa in the presidential suite.

Zhan Xijue saw her aching eyebrows clustered like that, stepped forward to pull her back into his arms from her back, and hugged her horizontally in the next second.

An Xiaoqi exclaimed, "Mr. Zhan, what are you doing, you are still injured?"

The dog woman finally has a conscience, and is finally willing to care about him.

Zhan Xijue's complexion improved a little bit, but he still said indifferently: "I'm not just a piece of paper, it's fine."

While talking, he hugged her and put her on the sofa, then knelt on the carpet with one knee, and rolled up her trouser leg, exposing the injured ankle.

It is indeed swollen!

Red and swollen.

Coupled with the fact that An Xiaoqi has cold white skin, the red and swollen area looks particularly eye-catching.

Zhan Xijue's complexion was extremely bad, without saying a word, he got up to find the medicine box, took out bruise oil from the medicine box, rubbed it evenly on her injured area, and massaged her face with a cold face after touching it.

When pressing, the strength is always sure when it is not in place, and when it hurts, An Xiaoqi really screams, which makes Zhan Xijue feel upset.

"Does it hurt that much?" Zhan Xijue frowned deeply, and his whole body was filled with irritability, "Who is used to you being so delicate?"

Hearing this, An Xiaoqi said without hesitation: "Of course it's my uncle..."

The sound fell, Zhan Xijue got angry again!
He stopped rubbing her.

Not only did he not rub her, but he also patted her heavily on the injured part. An Xiaoqi's eyes were so painful that tears welled up, "It hurts so much, you deserve it!"

Because of Zhan Xijue's action, the little affection An Xiaoqi had for him before was wiped out in an instant.

She regretted licking her face to coax him.

Her regrets didn't last long, though.

When she saw Xijue Zhan taking off his suit and unbuttoning his shirt to see the gunshot wound three inches down his chest, she hurried over.

The gunshot wound should have been treated briefly before, and anti-hemostatic drugs were also used, so the wound did not bleed much, but the black hole of the gunshot was still shocking.

An Xiaoqi saw that Zhan Xijue had poured alcohol on the wound, it seemed that he wanted to get the bullet himself.

It would be fine if the bullet was shallow, but according to An Xiaoqi's visual inspection, the bullet hit quite deep. If he dug it out forcefully at this time, it might cause heavy bleeding, and it might cause secondary infection and inflammation.

She hurriedly stopped him from taking the tool to get the warhead:

"The gunshot wound is relatively deep. Even if you don't think your internal organs have been injured, improper handling can easily lead to infection, and you will have to go to the hospital for antibiotics."

After she finished speaking, she took all the medicine kits from Zhan Xijue's hand, and called Jiang Huai to ask him to prepare it.

In fact, Jiang Huai had already called the family doctor, but when he came up and saw the condition of Zhan Xijue's wound, he agreed with An Xiaoqi's arrangement.

He went to call the Imperial Hospital to arrange an operation.

Here, An Xiaoqi carefully dressed Zhan Xijue.

But Zhan Xijue was a clean freak, he didn't want to wear a shirt that was already dirty, so An Xiaoqi had no choice but to search in his suitcase.

Mr. Zhan’s suitcases are neatly organized and sorted into categories, so you can tell at a glance where are clothes and where are daily necessities.

An Xiaoqi took out a white shirt, and when she shook it off, a photo fell at her feet.

The photo is of a young woman holding a bouquet of pear blossoms. She has a delicate appearance and is unforgettable with just one glance.

The woman is wearing a smoky blue cheongsam, with pink lips and pink, casual and comfortable, dyed with a tree of youth, beautiful like a priceless ancient painting.

She was standing under an old pear tree in full bloom, with a soft white fur waistcoat on her shoulders, delicate eyebrows, really gentle to the bone.

Who is she?
Why at first glance, she felt very similar to Wen Shuning's unaffected expression?
Also, her hands holding Pear Blossom are even more beautiful than Wen Shuning's hands when she was playing the violin.

Could it be the cinnabar mole that Zhan Xijue really wanted in his heart?Wen Shuning is just this woman's substitute?
I can't say what it was like, maybe I was a little surprised, or even slightly disturbed, but An Xiaoqi still calmly put the photo back in its place, took the shirt and walked out of the bedroom.

When she came out of the bedroom, the man was lazily leaning on the sofa behind him, looking a little tired and in pain.

Presumably it was because of the pain in the wound.

When she walked over, the man opened his eyes, obviously displeased: "Why is it taking so long to get a dress?"

An Xiaoqi answered irrelevantly: "Are you wearing it yourself, or shall I wear it for you?"

Zhan Xijue stood up, it was obvious that he wanted An Xiaoqi to wear it for him.

An Xiaoqi is not a ruthless person. The man saved her uncle, so she should take care of him in every way.

She walked over and the level of service could not be faulted.

She put the shirt on him carefully, carefully adjusted the cuffs and the collar of the shirt for him, and buttoned the buttons one by one.

Put on the shirt and put him on the suit.

Zhan Xijue looked at her focused and well-behaved appearance, and after she put on the suit for him, he raised his hand to clasp her white and tender chin, and lazily raised his thin lips:

"You are so skillful in dressing a man, have you done it before?"

An Xiaoqi raised her eyes, her eyes met Zhan Xijue's peach blossom eyes with a smile on her face, and said lightly:

"Yeah, I can wear suits and ties for men. In the past, as long as I was around, I would wear the ties of my uncle."

After the sound fell, Zhan Xijue's eyes darkened for a while.

He bowed his head and was about to bite her lip, but An Xiaoqi turned his head so that his lips landed on her earball.

Sensitive to the wet temperature and the clenching of his teeth, the prickly An Xiaoqi let out a muffled moan.