The boss of the empire was blown up by me

Most of the drunken women who have been bewitched by men have no ability to refute the deep meaning of this sentence, and just murmured instinctively.

After she finished speaking, she lied in Zhan Xijue's arms, "I don't want to leave, I want to hug."

After the voice fell, Zhan Xijue's thin lips slightly curled up imperceptibly, and before he picked her up, he said persuasively, "Want to hug her?"

An Xiaoqi hummed vaguely.

"Kiss me once, and I'll hug you."

Hearing the man's words, the drunken woman took a step back, then raised her neck to look at him seriously.

It seemed to be very hesitant, so the whole person seemed a little distressed.

After struggling several times, she stumbled and wanted to leave by herself.

Zhan Xijue chased after him, and really took out a revolver made of special material from his body and handed it to her in front of him.

Then, he saw the pupils of a woman whose drunken eyes seemed to be inextricably enlarged rapidly, showing great interest, "Oh~, Desert Soul, I want it!"

Her uncle has a desert eagle, and he has been greedy for a long time, but he refuses to give it to her.

The soul of the desert is the same category as the desert eagle, but the soul of the desert is more valuable for collection. She has only seen it in famous gun magazines.

Seeing that she was interested, Zhan Xijue thought about what Yan Xijing said seemed quite reasonable.

What did Yan Xijing say in the original words?
[That ruffian Xia Huaishang pampered her very well. He touched her guns and fighters since she was a child. An ordinary woman can be happy with a gift of flowers and a luxury car, but this is definitely not the case with An Xiaoqi.You have to give her a gun, you can give her whatever is rare..., if you like it, she will naturally look at you differently]

"Want?" Zhan Xijue bowed his head and approached, his peach blossom eyes were full of thick and aggressive dark color, "Kiss me, I will give you this desert soul."

Almost without hesitation, he smacked his cheek.

Of course, it was also very perfunctory, until Zhan Xijue didn't realize the temperature of that kiss, the little girl snatched his revolver away.

The warhead inside hadn't been unloaded, Jiang Huai, who was acting as a tool not far away, saw that she had pulled the trigger and pointed at Zhan Xijue, he raised his heart and shouted in shock:
"Young Madam—"

When the sound fell, there was a 'bang' sound, and the bullet whizzed against Zhan Xijue's hair and exploded a red lantern hanging high on the pomegranate tree behind him.

After she finished shooting, she blew on the muzzle of the gun, lifted her lips and said, "Well~, Xiaoqi's marksmanship is very good, I won't hit him, I'll hit the lantern... hehe~"

She hecked twice, and then fired several times, knocking out all the lanterns in Wangshuijuli's sight.

She didn't stop until there was no bullet.

It didn't seem to be fun, she held the soul of the desert in front of him, coquettishly coquettishly: "I still want to play."

Zhan Xijue felt that this woman was so multi-faceted.

When sober, he can be said to be full of scheming and ungrateful; now, he is wild, soft and cute, so delicate.

Right now, it's just too cutesy.

Naturally, it was impossible for Zhan Xijue to let her play anymore, he half-hugged her figure that was about to wobble, and teased, "Well, let's go home and play, it's cold here."

The little girl seemed to think that what he said was very reasonable, so she said obediently, "Then Xiaoqi will have to play for a long, long time."

Zhan Xijue felt that she was walking slowly, so he leaned over and hugged her horizontally. She probably felt very comfortable being hugged, so she nestled into his arms very obediently.

While walking, Zhan Xijue responded, "Okay. I'll play with you all night on the bed."

Only one night?

Not overnight.

An Xiaoqi, who was drunk and unconscious, had a worrying IQ, and she was very dissatisfied with this arrangement.

She bit Zhan Xijue, "No, one night is too short, what Xiao Qi said was a long, long time, many nights."

After hearing this, the tool man Jiang Huai bowed his head in embarrassment.

He said in his heart, his master is simply a hungry ghost, if he deceives the young lady like this, is his body able to bear it?
Just as he was thinking in his heart, the walking man suddenly turned around and glanced at him: "Why are you still here? Get out—"

JAC: "—"

The big guy's gaze can kill, Jiang Huai scrammed away.

Because it is New Year's Eve soon, Wangshuiju has been cleaned inside and out recently, and the whole Gothic old house has a strong New Year's flavor, as well as indescribably warm and festive.

The glass windows that can be seen everywhere in the house are pasted with beautiful window grilles, and the sofa and carpet in the living room have also been replaced with a red color that is full of New Year's flavor.

But An Xiaoqi was a little excited by the red thorns everywhere, and it was the same with a certain scene deeply buried in her memory.

They are also all bright red, with bright red window grilles, big red 囍 characters, big red carpets, a big red phoenix crown and Xiapei on her body, and a man in a Chinese wedding dress.

He said, "Mrs. Wen, please give me advice for the rest of my life."

She said, "Mr. Wen, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The deeply buried memory brought out more bad memories, An Xiaoqi excitedly grabbed the collar of Zhan Xijue's neck, "Don't...don't be red..."

She was so emotional that her whole body was shaking like a sieve, Zhan Xijue didn't know why, so he could only comfort her subconsciously: "Don't be afraid, I'll take you upstairs, there's no red upstairs, huh?"

She buried her face in his arms, speaking incoherently: "Wen Shiyu, I don't want to close the little black room, don't—"

Zhan Xijue narrowed his eyes, the last time she was drunk, she also called Wen Shiyu, this time again?

What is going on?

What exactly did Wen Shiyu do to her?
Why would it make her so panicked and helpless?
With this question in mind, Zhan Xijue wanted to call Xia Huaishang who was far away in the imperial capital after bathing An Xiaoqi and comforting her to sleep. phone number.

Zhan Xijue looked at the caller ID on the screen of the female mobile phone, squinted his eyes for a while, and then took the mobile phone and walked out of the bedroom.

He came to the living room with his mobile phone in hand and connected it.

As soon as the mobile phone was connected, a man's voice sounded faintly angry: "Where is it?"

"She's with me."

Hearing this, Xia Huaishang's breathing on the other end of the phone was obviously heavy, and he asked in a cold voice: "Zhan Xijue, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Xia Huaishang breathed heavily on the other end of the phone: "Don't touch her."

He saw the text message Bai Xiqiu sent him, and knew that An Xiaoqi was drunk and unconscious.

"Zhan Xijue." The tone could be considered quite calm, even showing a hint of flattery, "You are divorced. You have no right to touch her."

Speaking of this, the conversation suddenly changed, and he warned coldly, "If you dare to touch her even if she is unwilling or unconscious, I will not let you go!"

Through the radio waves, Zhan Xijue could clearly feel Xia Huaishang's hostility and gushing anger on the other end of the phone.

He frowned, and smiled calmly, "Is that so?" I couldn't tell what tone it was, it seemed to be provocative but not like, "I have a confusion, and I want to ask you for advice."

Xia Huaishang: "Say!"

"You grew up watching her, so you should know all about her past?"

Xia Huaishang didn't know what Zhan Xijue meant by saying this, frowned, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you want to say?"