The boss of the empire was blown up by me

Maybe it was because he hadn't seen her so close for a long time, it was hard for him to associate the girl in front of him with the yellow-faced and muscular An Xiaoqi when he was young.

She has really grown up.

If it wasn't for the strange illness on her body, she would look like a very well-raised little princess at this moment, white and tender, incredibly soft.

Xia Huaishang's thoughts moved slightly, and he sat up with his body propped up.

He felt that it was uncomfortable for her to sleep on her stomach like this, and wanted to hug her to the bed.

It's just that he forced himself to get out of the bed, and his hand was about to fall on her waist, and the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.

He raised his head, and the moment his four eyes collided, there was a flash of interest and a dark ruffian in his eyes.

As if to swear some kind of sovereignty, he still hugged An Xiaoqi horizontally.

It was just this action that woke up An Xiaoqi who was sleeping.

Because she didn't get enough sleep, there was a trace of water vapor in her eyes, it was foggy, and when she was still conscious, a particularly hostile bass voice sounded coldly in the air.

"An Xiaoqi—"

Because the man growled very loudly.

An Xiaoqi's consciousness was fully awake in an instant.

She saw that she was completely sitting on the bed at this time, and Xia Huaishang was standing on the ground, her brows were furrowed in an instant, and she jumped off the bed in the next second.

She was so anxious that Xia Huaishang was so fierce that she didn't even call out to her uncle:
"Xia Huaishang, are you an idiot? Who told you to get out of bed? Do you know how bad your body is now? You have to piss me off to be happy?"

Xia Huaishang had a good temper at this time, he raised his hand and rubbed the top of her hair, and said in a loving and affectionate tone: "I feel much better after transfusing your blood, it doesn't matter."

The corners of An Xiaoqi's lips twitched twice, holding back her anger, and urged him to go to bed: "Then lie back quickly."

Xia Huaishang said yes, and lay down on the bed.

However, in the next second, the man who had recovered from his anger hurried over and pulled him up from the bed again.

The four eyes collided, lightning and flint.

Zhan Xijue instinctively wanted to punch Xia Huaishang, but An Xiaoqi blocked his fist:

"Zhan Xijue, are you sick? You are busy with your ex's affairs, and now you are looking for trouble when you have nothing to do, right?"

Zhan Xijue felt that he had never been so angry.

He was indeed very angry with An Xiaoqi before, but there was never a single time when he was so angry that his heart trembled, and he felt a deep sense of humiliation.

A man with a bare upper body hugging his woman, he was also injured, but his woman only had the man with a bare upper body in her eyes...

How could he not be angry?
Raging rage!
He raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows, endured and endured, and finally suppressed the anger that filled his chest a little bit.

His voice was cold, and he raised his chin to the woman who was staring at him with red eyes: "I'll give you 5 minutes. If you don't want to see blood here, I'll come out in 5 minutes."

After finishing speaking, Zhan Xijue slammed the door and walked out.

The gushing anger was hard to calm down for a long time, and every line of his extremely handsome face was stretched to the extreme. Jiang Huai watched him take out his portable gun and wipe the muzzle repeatedly. This was a sign before killing.

It's been a long time since Jiang Huai has seen the boss show such a murderous look. He is really worried that the boss will do something terrible on impulse.

He tremblingly comforted: "Master, my subordinates have recently found out that the young lady was kidnapped five years ago. At that time, Xia Huaishang knelt down to that person in order to save her."

As he said that, he watched his words carefully and got up cautiously, "Besides, when the young lady was young, Xia Huaishang once cut her liver to save her life..."

After a pause, "So, it is understandable that Young Madam is more affectionate towards Xia Huaishang emotionally. For Young Madam, Xia Huaishang is actually both brother and father..."

Hesitant to speak, "But objectively speaking, from the time we met to the present, you and the young lady have really spent very little time together, not to mention that you have been arguing for most of the time and rarely have heart-to-heart communication..., as the saying goes , You reap melons, you reap melons, you reap what you sow for whatever cause you sow..."

Jianghuai's words played a somewhat role.

At least, he saw Zhan Xijue put away his gun.

At this time, An Xiaoqi walked out of the ward.

Seeing her coming out, Zhan Xijue walked towards her.

He didn't hide his anger at all: "An Xiaoqi, I'm very angry, do you know that?"

He calmly expressed his anger, An Xiaoqi nodded to show that she understood.

After she nodded her head, her eyes fell on his chest. After looking at it for a while, she asked lightly, "Is the wound better?"

Zhan Xijue didn't expect that the first thing An Xiaoqi said to him was to care about his wounds.

Also because of this sentence, the anger in his chest seemed to be relieved.

But he didn't speak.

He didn't speak, but An Xiaoqi's words continued.

She smiled faintly: "Seeing how busy you are with your ex's affairs, it can be seen that the injury is not serious."

After a pause, the topic changed suddenly, "I won't go anywhere in Youhuang these two days. It's just that you can let go and deal with Wen Shuning's affairs. When you finish, we will go back to Shengjing together Bar."

After her words fell, Zhan Xijue said, "What if I don't agree with you staying here?"

An Xiaoqi chuckled: "Mr. Zhan, to be honest, whether you agree or not is never important to me."

Zhan Xijue: "..."

"I don't want to argue with you either. It's really meaningless, isn't it?"

An Xiaoqi expressed her opinion in a matter-of-fact manner, "If you think you can quarrel with me for something, I can actually accompany you to the end, but I don't guarantee that when we meet next time, will I still be able to use the current one? attitude towards you."

Zhan Xijue laughed out of anger, a short muffled laugh came from his chest, and a bright smile overflowed his peach eyes:

"An Xiaoqi, can't you talk to me well, do you have to be so eccentric with me?"

An Xiaoqi didn't feel that she was eccentric, "Mr. Zhan, how do you want me to talk to you? Is it my fault to talk to you nicely?"

Zhan Xijue didn't want to hear such useless things from her, he said: "You are angry at me for handling Wen Shuning's funeral affairs, I can cancel it now." After a pause, "But now you have to leave the imperial capital with me."

An Xiaoqi frowned, then took a step closer to Zhan Xijue.

She stood on tiptoe and raised her hand to touch his wrinkled brow: "You always eat all kinds of dry vinegar, which makes me feel that you are very affectionate to me. But Mr. Zhan, you don't really treat me Am I affectionate?"

If he is really affectionate, what does the life and death of other women have to do with him, let alone a woman like Wen Shuning,

"Fearless possessiveness is meaningless. You can't occupy me just because I have the title of Mrs. Zhan Shao on my head." Youyou said in a tone, "I think all possessiveness should be based on loving Only on the basis of it can it be worth understanding.”