The boss of the empire was blown up by me

"I want to ask, is she familiar with Wen Shiyu? Or, what is her relationship with Wen Shiyu?"

Xia Huaishang was baffled when he heard these words: "Why do you ask that? What happened to Wen Shiyu, that sick child?"

Zhan Xijue answered irrelevantly: "You just need to tell me, what is the relationship between her and Wen Shiyu?"

"It doesn't matter."

From Xia Huaishang's point of view, it is impossible for An Xiaoqi and Wen Shiyu to have an intersection.

If there is, it may just be met once or twice, nothing more.

"They didn't meet each other, let alone have a deep friendship. They didn't know each other before the only few encounters."

After getting the answer, Zhan Xijue was ready to hang up the phone.

However, before he hung up the phone, he said to Xia Huaishang: "I remember that Bai Xiqiu is your good brother?"

"how?"

"What? Call yourself and ask what he did to that stupid woman, An Xiaoqi."

After Zhan Xijue finished speaking, he cut off Xia Huaishang's phone, and then turned off An Xiaoqi's phone.

After turning off An Xiaoqi's cell phone, he took out the cell phone in his pocket and called Jiang Huai:

"Wang Shuiju will send more people tonight, I don't want any accidents to spoil my good deeds, understand?"

Jiang Huai understood Zhan Xijue's meaning in seconds.

It must be that Xia Huaishang knew that the young lady was with the master, and he was afraid that he would send someone to snatch the young lady.

"Okay, master, don't worry, as long as I'm here, I promise not even a fly will fly in."

After hanging up Jianghuai's phone, Zhan Xijue also pressed the switch off button.

……

It only took him 10 minutes to get out of the hot shower.

Coming out of the shower, Zhan Xijue looked at the woman who crawled up and sat up again at some point.

She seemed to be bending over to look for slippers, and the big men's shirt exposed a large section of creamy snowy skin on her lower back because of her bending over.

Zhan Xijue's eyes darkened instantly, and he walked over quickly.

Probably feeling the heavy shadow falling on her head, the little girl raised her head, with a trace of ignorance and ignorance in her eyes, "I'm thirsty, I want to drink water."

Zhan Xijue probably knew that she was thirsty and wanted to put on her shoes and get out of bed to find water.

His eyes fell heavily on her straight and slender legs and her fragrant shoulders with her neckline half open.

He casually picked up a bottle of mineral water from the tea table and unscrewed the cap, then knelt down on the carpet to feed her water.

Probably because of the drunkenness, the little girl was very thirsty, so she was a little anxious to drink water, choked her throat several times, and even spilled water on her body.

After she finished drinking, Zhan Xijue took the water glass away from her hand.

He looked at her silently for a while, she could almost fall asleep anytime while sitting, "An Xiaoqi."

His voice is unbelievably hoarse.

When the girl heard someone calling her name, she hummed subconsciously.

"Do you still want to see me perform marksmanship? I am the best shooter in the world."

These words awakened some awareness of the girl who was about to fall with her eyes closed.

Her eyes suddenly widened, and she kicked her foot unhappily at the bath towel that he had only casually wrapped around her body.

"Yes, give me a show quickly."

Then, Zhan Xijue's bath towel fell on the carpet.

It's just that being drunk is not mentally retarded, so An Xiaoqi, who was drunk, quickly realized what she saw in front of her eyes.

It's just that the things she saw in the Eighteen Taboos actually appeared in her sight at such a short distance.

The heart speeded up inexplicably, the brain went blank for a while, and he swallowed unconsciously. After a long time, he was dissatisfied and excitedly cursed: "You are shameless, stinking rascal—"

Then Xijue Zhan leaned over under her stammering cursing: "Don't you want to like guns? Now I'll play for you for free..."

"I don't want to play this disgusting ugly thing... I want to play Desert Soul..."

She didn't say what she said later, and kept it between her lips and teeth.

Zhan Xijue seemed to have endured for a long time in order to wait for this day, so once he kissed him, it would be overwhelming and out of control.

The drunken An Xiaoqi was no match for him, he resisted several times to no avail, but because of his struggle, he became more and more pleasant.

She had no idea how beautiful her vacuum figure in a man's shirt was for a man who was staring at her.

Tender and raw.

mysterious.

Beautiful, mesmerizingly addictive…

But at this moment, she was still gasping in a low voice, as if she was about to cry or not, and she refused to cooperate no matter what, it was almost killing Zhan Xijue.

With the utmost forbearance and even a painful voice, she whispered in her ear in an attempt to soothe her emotions: "Baby, don't make a fuss, and you can save yourself the pain later."

Together with these words, Zhan Xijue's very purposeful hand movements...

An Xiaoqi, who was drunk and chaotic, suddenly widened his dark eyes because of the sudden discomfort.

Her dark pupils reflected Zhan Xijue's eyes full of red flames and that heart-stopping handsome face.

Her brain was blank for five or six seconds, and when she realized what caused her intense discomfort, her long-planned tears finally burst out...

She didn't know whether it was because of comfort or pain, but when the crying was mixed with unknown soft sobs, her whole body was soaked in sweat.

There was a sudden hurricane outside, the branches were beating against the glass windows, and it seemed that there was heavy snow falling.

The shadows of the trees outside the window swayed, the atmosphere in the room rose steadily, and An Xiaoqi's soft cries were submerged in the deep night, until Zhan Xijue suddenly let out a painful moan that seemed to be pierced by a dagger in the heart, The temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Due to her instinctive self-protection and defense, An Xiaoqi refused to receive Zhan Xijue's substantive attack, so when he intended to offend, she did it.

Because of the drinking, she didn't move very fast, but because of her 'catch' movement, Zhan Xijue instantly...

Well, gone.

An Xiaoqi, whose vision was blurred by tears, just watched the handsome face suddenly gloomy, and instinctively grabbed the corner of the quilt to the inside of the bed.

She seemed to be more than half drunk, but she didn't.

However, her gaze towards Zhan Xijue was obviously mocking.

Before Zhan Xijue got up and got out of bed, she said surprisingly: "...Well, it's no wonder Wen Shuning has countless spares and doesn't talk about pure spiritual love with you. It turns out that you are really a wimp."

When she said this, if she didn't speak slowly and softly, Zhan Xijue would have thought that she was sober and deliberately disgusting himself.

Zhan Xijue was extremely depressed, he glared fiercely at the little woman whose tears were still wet: "I made a mistake..."

It seems to be speaking to An Xiaoqi, and it seems to be speaking to himself, emphasizing heavily, "This is just a mistake, an accident..."

At this time, even though he was very drunk, An Xiaoqi, who had seen Zhan Xijue's evil, instinctively feared him.

Whether it was a mistake or an accident, An Xiaoqi didn't care. In short, An Xiaoqi, who had seen his wickedness, would never allow Zhan Xijue to touch him again.

She wrapped herself tightly with a quilt from top to bottom, and then Xi Jue got out of bed angrily.

He found a tissue to clean it up, and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

When he got out of the shower and was going to pick up An Xiaoqi to wash it off, he found that she had fallen asleep.

Zhan Xijue looked at her calm and gentle sleeping face, and the nameless annoyance in his heart swelled.

He was really depressed to the extreme, and he couldn't accept the fact that he couldn't do it at all. He didn't even have real ammunition, so how could he not be able to do it? It was just an accident...