The boss of the empire was blown up by me

An Xiaoqi has said so, Wen Shihao really has nothing to do but feel depressed.

On the other end of the phone, she still had a tone of hatred:
"I really don't know why this woman Wen Shuning is so powerful. She is dead, and all her men came to the funeral at the same time..."

An Xiaoqi is not unusual.

As far as Wen Shuning's character is concerned, it is a realistic version of the heroine's design. No matter how evil she is, the man who loves her will still love her.

For the men who loved her, her death was no small blow.

Therefore, it is not surprising that they all come to see her off for the last time.

"That's her job too, it has nothing to do with us..."

An Xiaoqi's very calm tone somewhat irritated Wen Shihao.

She asked, "Are you not angry at all?"

An Xiaoqi asked amusedly: "What's the point of being angry? Are you fussing over a dead person?"

Wen Shihao: "..."

"If there's nothing else to do, just hang up first, and take care of yourself."

Wen Shihao was afraid that An Xiaoqi would hang up the phone, so he quickly stopped her: "Wait, I have other things."

An Xiaoqi raised her eyebrows: "Huh?"

"Wen Shuning will be buried in three days. Do you want to go to Babao Mountain to watch the ceremony?"

An Xiaoqi has a grandpa in Babaoshan. She corrupted Zhan Xijue a bottle of imperial wine last time and brought it to the imperial capital. She has plans to go to Babaoshan in the near future.

Of course, she will not attend the ceremony.

She quickly gave Wen Shihao the answer: "No."

Wen Shihao on the other end of the phone frowned: "Why? Don't you want to take a look at the feng shui treasure that Zhan Xijue chose for her?"

An Xiaoqi answered irrelevant questions:
"Are you going? You also said that Wen Shuning's infatuated men have come to see her off for the last time. You are not afraid that you will be there. If they find out that Wen Shuning died in a car accident because of your relationship, they will take you on the spot. Torn?"

"How dare they? I am the princess of the Wen clan..."

An Xiaoqi interrupted her: "In front of a desperate lover, he doesn't care who you are."

Wen Shihao: "..."

An Xiaoqi hung up her phone.

After hanging up the phone, she went to the scientific research institution of the Imperial Capital where Emperor You was located.

When the car was about to arrive at Youhuang Biological Research Center, Zhan Xijue called.

An Xiaoqi looked at the caller ID on the phone, hesitated for a few seconds, and the call was connected, "Mr. Zhan, what's the matter?"

At this time, Zhan Xijue was standing on the Eight Treasures Pagoda, with the wind blowing, looking at the magnificent scenery under his feet:

"I bought a piece of land in Babaoshan." After a pause, "Do you have any objections to making her a cemetery?"

An Xiaoqi didn't take this matter to heart at first, but now Zhan Xijue called to specifically trouble her, she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

She sneered: "I have an opinion."

Zhan Xijue narrowed his eyes, leaned against the pavilion pillar behind him, and said with a half-smile tone: "Really?"

"Mr. Zhan has a lot of money, so it's nothing unusual to buy a piece of geomantic land for her predecessor to bury her generously."

An Xiaoqi said lightly, "What's strange is that you have done everything, why did you still report to me? If you cared about me, the titular Mrs. Zhan, you wouldn't do it with such fanfare, would you? "

Zhan Xijue lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said calmly:
"I asked you last night, if you cared about me, I wouldn't interfere with her affairs..., now that I've done it, what's your attitude? I don't do it, and I don't do it, it's not right. To be your husband, really Quite difficult."

"So, when we return to Shengjing, we will get divorced as soon as possible, and you will also be freed from the sea of ​​suffering sooner."

The tone fell, and the phone was cut off with a click.

Zhan Xijue looked at the screen of the phone that was hung up, laughed and cursed at the dog, then cut off the cigarette butt and turned around.

He glanced at Jiang Huai who was hesitating to speak, and raised his eyebrows, "If you have something to say, if you want to fart, then let it go."

Jiang Huai glanced at the boss's face, he really couldn't help it, and went all out: "Master, why did you do this? Are you doing this to the Young Madam?"

Zhan Xijue narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Now the whole country knows that I Zhan Xijue married a newlywed wife, those enemies who want my life are worried that they can't take revenge on me, if they know about An Xiaoqi again The importance of that dog woman in Lao Tzu's mind, doesn't this push her to the forefront?"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Huai quickly reacted.

Although the young lady has not shown her face in the whole country yet, it is not difficult for the master's enemies to find out her identity.

What the master did was nothing more than telling outsiders in a disguised form that the dead Wen Shuning was his true love, and An Xiaoqi was just a display.

In a sense, it is indeed protecting the young lady.

However, Jiang Huai couldn't figure out why Zhan Xijue didn't tell An Xiaoqi his purpose for doing so.

So, he asked: "Then why don't you explain it clearly to the young lady?"

Zhan Xijue sneered: "Does she care?" With a cold self-deprecating tone, "I don't care, what's the point of explaining?"

Jiang Huai stopped talking.

……

**
At the other end, after An Xiaoqi hung up Zhan Xijue's phone call, his expression was a little bit uneasy.

Zhao Xiaowu, who was driving, glanced at her displeased expression, and said, "Qibao, did that scumbag Zhan Xijue bully you again?"

An Xiaoqi didn't want to go to see Xia Huaishang emotionally, so after quickly adjusting her mood, she said, "Wait a minute, don't talk nonsense in front of Master Uncle."

Zhao Xiaowu: "..."

……

**
A quarter of an hour later, An Xiaoqi saw Xia Huaishang.

When she arrived, Mu Zhao was persuading Xia Huaishang to have breakfast.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and Mu Zhao, who has already started receiving treatment from Youhuang Scientific Research Center, has lost a lot of weight, but his body is still bloated compared to normal people.

She was very happy to see An Xiaoqi appearing in the ward, and walked forward excitedly:

"Qiqi, are you here? Have you had breakfast? What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you. The egg pancakes I made are delicious. Do you want to eat them?"

An Xiaoqi looked at the two lumps of plateau red on her cheeks, asked her about her treatment with concern, and said, "I will have a chat with my uncle alone, and I will stay for lunch at noon. I want to drink your stewed old hen soup."

Mu Zhao happily said yes, but Xia Gong hasn't eaten his breakfast yet, so she said in a bit of a dilemma: "However, Xia Gong hasn't eaten his breakfast yet..."

An Xiaoqi chuckled, "I'll feed you."

Mu Zhao thought for a while, nodded, and before leaving, whispered a few words in An Xiaoqi's ear: "Xia Gong seems to be very picky, he was injured so badly, he must drink more big bone soup. "

After An Xiaoqi said yes, Mu Zhao picked up the bloody clothes that Xia Huaishang had changed from last night's operation.

She planned to wash the man's clothes, make them smell delicious, and then iron them with an iron.

However, Xia Huaishang stopped her from hugging her clothes: "Don't touch my things."

After the sound fell, Mu Zhao's face turned red with embarrassment, and said in a timid tone: "I...I just want to help you wash..."

Even with a weak tone, the man still said in a thin and angry tone: "Get out."

Mu Zhao felt a little sad, she pursed her lips, and finally put down the bloody coat of the man in her arms.

An Xiaoqi knew Xia Huaishang's temper, her uncles were more hygienic and weirder than the other, and hated others touching her things the most.

She said to the depressed Mu Zhao: "Azhao, go and do your work first, I will find you later."

Mu Zhao nodded, closed the door of the ward lightly and walked out.

After this, An Xiaoqi walked to the hospital bed.

The man's face was pale, without a trace of blood, and he was lying there with a pair of red eyes faintly permeated with a trace of imperceptible hostility, as well as a slightly deeper annoyance than this.