The boss of the empire was blown up by me

After he finished speaking, he said to Li Shenmu: "Come out with me."

……

3 minutes later, a dim stairway exit.

Li Shenmu looked at a dagger thrown by the man at his feet, and at Wen Shiyu who was sitting in a wheelchair in front of him with a frightening expression.

He heard Wen Shiyu say, "Ah Mu, I'll give you a chance. Next time, if you have the thought of touching her again, you won't be able to justify it by stamping your hands and feet."

Li Chenmu leaned over to pick up the dagger, and lightly brushed the blade with his fingertips, blood poured out.

Li Shenmu has been working for Wen Shiyu all these years since he participated in the special training when he was a teenager. The relationship between the two is that of a master and servant, but also a life-threatening brotherhood. The man treats him very kindly, and has never turned his face against him. .

But, right now, the man turned his face and turned ruthless because of that woman An Xiaoqi.

Li Shenmu couldn't understand, so he asked, "Sir, why do you...why care about that woman so much?"

Wen Shiyu raised his eyes, "Do you care?" He narrowed his eyes, and continued to twist the Buddha dust beads in his hand, "She has the secret I want..."

After the sound fell, Li Shenmu stopped asking.

Because, he knew, this was probably the most Wen Shiyu could say.

While talking, news of Wen Shuning's death came from the intensive care unit.

And the news quickly reached the ears of An Xiaoqi and Wen Shihao in the ward.

At first glance, it sounds like a mine suddenly exploded on a lake in the dead of night, and the water splashed everywhere, which was unexpected.

An Xiaoqi and Wen Shihao were stunned for a long time before they realized, "What? She's dead?"

"Yes, died of cardiorespiratory failure."

An Xiaoqi didn't know what Wen Shihao was feeling, but she couldn't believe it.

Maybe it's because of her resurrection.

She knew that Wen Shuning in her previous life had always lived a glamorous life. Even though her end was not very good, when she was burned to death by the fire, Wen Shuning had always been alive.

So, Wen Shuning died just like that, An Xiaoqi's biggest feeling was that it was too easy for her to die.

A quarter of an hour later, when she and Wen Shihao saw Wen Shuning lying there quietly, whose body was gradually losing temperature, it was still a little unreal.

Especially when it is warm.

Wen Shihao hated Wen Shuning, but a good life was more or less lost because of her relationship, which was quite exciting for Wen Shihao.

She didn't believe that Wen Shuning died just like that.

Stumbling to the hospital bed, she desperately shook Wen Shuning, who was no longer warm, "Bitch, get up for this princess, how can you say you're going to die? You must be lying to me..., you must be lying I…"

Wen Shihao shivered and screamed, not knowing whether it was fear or something else, tears fell down.

"Yes, you must be lying to me..., you must be suspended animation."

"You faked your death just to make Li Shenmu hate me, and to make him resent that you died because of me..."

"Get up for me... get up—"

"Enough--" Li Shenmu, who was immersed in the loss of his beloved, suddenly growled, "Don't touch her again!" With a low and cold voice, "Please leave her with the last trace of decency!"

Wen Shihao: "..."

Compared to the emotional Wen Shihao, An Xiaoqi was much calmer, even though she was so confused in her heart.

Of course, her calm didn't last long, until Zhan Xijue, who had taken out the bullet, also rushed over after hearing the news.

Zhan Xijue walked in front of Wen Shuning's body, with unknown undercurrents flowing in his eyes, seemingly calm, but there was always a little bit of fluctuation overflowing his eyes.

An Xiaoqi saw that his hand to light a cigarette was visibly trembling, and even the corners of his eyes were faintly red.

No matter what, it was his ex who had been with him before. A few hours ago, he appeared under the national camera with great glory, but now she is lying here silently and covered with injuries, and her fate today is more or less related to him. associated...

Therefore, An Xiaoqi could understand Zhan Xijue's reaction at this moment.

But deep down in her heart, she still had some unexplainable sourness. Even if the feeling was not strong, it still slightly touched her mood.

An Xiaoqi quietly left the morgue while the crowd was chaotic.

She stood at the gate of the hospital, blowing the wind for a while before preparing to take a taxi back to the hotel.

However, a Lincoln with the Imperial Capital license plate stopped in front of him.

The car window rolled down, revealing a gentle and handsome face.

An Xiaoqi raised her eyebrows, "Mr. Wen?"

Wen Shiyu's eyes fell on the purple pink diamond ring on her ring finger, and he remembered the 'Phoenix Qiuhuang' he asked Li Shenmu to give her away before.

Well, it is said that the ring was thrown into the trash can, and then Xijue Zhan picked it up and smashed it to pieces.

"Do you want to send it?"

An Xiaoqi: "No need."

Wen Shiyu saw her instinctive resistance to him, but she didn't force it. The last thing he wanted to do was to force others to make things difficult for him.

He prefers to throw himself into a trap than to force others to do something difficult.

He said yes, and before he rolled up the window and left, he seemingly inadvertently mentioned: "The soul of the rose is not suitable for you, the size is too big."

After finishing speaking, he rolled up the car window and walked away.

An Xiaoqi seemed to be bewitched, and looked down at the coldly shining ring on her ring finger.

A purple pink diamond of tens of carats is indeed not in her character to be ostentatious, not to mention that the size of this ring was originally remodeled by Zhan Xijue according to Wen Shuning's size.

Wen Shiyu's words were indeed right.

This ring is not for her.

An Xiaoqi pulled out the ring and put it in his pocket.

Taking a taxi back to the hotel, looking at the time, thinking that Mo Nian should get off the plane, so he made a phone call.

At this time, Mo Nian had already come out of the airport, and her phone had just been turned on, so she didn't know anything about what was happening on the Internet.

She rushed to the hospital to see Mo Linfeng, and after getting into the car that came to pick her up, she took the initiative to report to An Xiaoqi that she was safe: "I'm here, I'm already in the car."

An Xiaoqi hummed, and said calmly, "Wen Shuning is dead."

Hearing this, Mo Nian felt that the flashy world around him froze for an instant, and asked uncertainly, "You said... who died?"

"Wen Shuning."

Mo Nian was stunned for a long time, and then faded to a tone without any ups and downs, "Really?" After a pause, "Isn't that everyone's happy?"

Even so, she was not at all happy.

At this time, the driving driver was suddenly hit by the car in front, Mo Nian raised his eyes, "What's going on?"

"Miss, someone hit our car on purpose."

After the driver finished speaking, Mo Nian said to him, "Go down and have a look first."

Driver: "Okay, miss."

The driver pushed the door and got off, Mo Nian said to An Xiaoqi on the other end of the phone: "When are you going back to Shengjing?"

Xia Huaishang was injured, the exact extent of the injury is still unknown, An Xiaoqi will not return to Shengjing until he is sure that Xia Huaishang is safe.

So, she said: "It will be a few days later... I should be able to come back before the new year."

Mo Nian said yes, and at this moment there was a knock on the window on the side of her car.

She looked at the slightly blurred handsome face illuminated by the dim street lights outside the car window, and suddenly narrowed her eyes.

She said to An Xiaoqi on the other end of the phone: "Qiqi, I have something to do right now, I'll call you when I'm free."

After she finished speaking, she cut off the phone and opened the door to get out of the car.

The tall and straight man was a full head taller than her, wearing a long black coat, which made his figure straight and stylish, making him stand out from the crowd.

Obviously it was the man she once loved so deeply, but at this moment, she just looked at him like this, apart from the hard hatred for him, the biggest feeling Mo Nian felt towards him was strangeness.

She seemed to have never realized so clearly that she didn't understand him that much.

As far as she is concerned, she has never walked into his heart, and she has never talked about the relationship between husband and wife in the past two years.

Mo Nian licked the corners of his lips that had been blown dry by the wind, and his tired eyes gradually overflowed with deep coldness.

She raised her chin to Yan Xijing, clicked her tongue, and said with a smile, "Master Yan Jiu, is this the Fei Emperor going to the funeral?"

Yan Xijing looked at her face which became more erect due to weight loss, and said calmly, "Does Shuning's death have anything to do with you?"

Mo Nian chuckled: "What? According to Master Yan Jiu, is he going to blame me for Wen Shuning's death?"

Yan Xijing couldn't see any emotion on his face.

He just said objectively: "At least in my opinion, she has lost face in front of the national cameras. Miss Mo has contributed a lot, hasn't she?"

Mo Nian sneered: "Yeah, what's the matter? My marriage caused me to have a miscarriage, and it's very likely that it was the mistress who planned my mother's car accident behind the scenes. I was bullied for so long because I was out of my mind. Fight back?" He sneered coldly, "Yan Xijing, to be honest, I used to think highly of you, how could I like you."

When she said this, she said again: "Yan Xijing, if my elder brother can't get out of danger, the tension between us will become very tight, and you will never have a peaceful day in this life."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to get in the car, but Yan Xijing grabbed her wrist severely.

Yan Xijing looked into her cold and unkind eyes, and said in a half-smile tone: "Mo Linfeng committed his own death, and it has nothing to do with me."

After a pause, "As for you, Miss Mo, do you still not recognize the reality? What are you going to do to me? You talk big, and you don't weigh how much you have. You don't know what you are capable of."

Mo Nian shook off him, answered irrelevant questions, and sarcastically: "Go to the imperial capital to attend your funeral. It's too late, and I won't even be able to see Miss Wen Shuning for the last time."

Yan Xijing let go of her, and looked at the woman in front of her who should be extremely familiar but was so strange at this moment.

After a long time, he suddenly said: "Mo Nian, won't you give in to me?"

When the sound fell, Mo Nian laughed.

She stepped forward slightly, stood on tiptoe, turned her head and blew imperceptibly hot air on Yan Xijing's neck, and sneered:
"Is Wen Shuning also submissive to you in this way?" After the voice fell, her lips wiped against the man's ear, and then bit his neck fiercely.

How hard is it to bite?
It was when Yan Xijing pushed Mo Nian away in pain, a piece of skin on his neck was torn off by her.

Because of his movement, Mo Nian already had leg problems and became even more unstable, and his whole body fell heavily to the ground.