The boss of the empire was blown up by me

"why are you laughing?"

An Xiaoqi looked at him: "I'm laughing at Mr. Zhan, don't you seem to be very bad?"

He raised his hand and combed the frizzy hair in front of his eyes,

"I heard from my aunt that women feel heart-piercing pain every time they turn their heads, and I don't have that kind of strong afterthought, so I was thinking, whether it's Zhan Zong, you can't do it or you don't have it at all..." been in.

Zhan Xijue lifted the quilt, pointed to the blooming red on the white sheet, and interrupted her:

"An Xiaoqi, your uncle taught you how to shoot a gun and how to fly a plane. Has he ever taught you that a man's dignity cannot be provoked casually? Since you doubt it, I can help you recall memories now..."

An Xiaoqi: "..."

"Is there no afterthought for doubt? Why don't you suspect that it is your own reason?"

Zhan Xijue didn't feel that he was bad when he said these obscenities. Since she didn't want his liking, at least she had to remind her that she was a gritted hatred, and it was best to keep it in her heart forever.

"To be honest, Miss An, you are really lustful..."

An Xiaoqi was about to cry angrily at his brazen words, but she couldn't let herself lose her momentum, so she forced the tears back from her eyes.

During the ten-second silence, I didn't know what I was thinking. After I spoke again, my voice was stretched to the extreme, "Why?"

Why do this to her?

Obviously he doesn't have to treat her like this, why?
Revenge that she used all means to force him to obtain a marriage certificate, so it's hard to vent her hatred when she thinks about being used by her in schemes?

Zhan Xijue saw that the originally suppressed anger in her eyes had returned to a temperature as cold as desert, and his brows were subtly furrowed.

In this way, it was his original intention to make her remember him, or even remember him for a long time, but at this moment, he was annoyed because of the indifference in her eyes.

Is that why you don't want to be touched by him?
Probably because no one has been angry and tortured him like this for a long time, so the cold and ruthless energy in his bones was instinctively vented.

"Why? You don't know or you can't guess?"

Zhan Xijue's thin lips curled up deeply, and in his calm tone, there was undisguised viciousness.

"When I thought about how long I was played by a woman for so long, I was dumped for nothing, and then begged her not to get a divorce because I was worthless, but she kicked me away like a rag I can't relieve the raging anger that is entrenched in my chest..."

"So, do you think I can let this woman go so easily after she threw herself into a trap and sent her to my door? Wouldn't it be mentally handicapped to give it for nothing?"

Having said that, he still managed to ignore An Xiaoqi's blushing face and bowed his head to kiss her between the brows, and continued to add harshly,
"Are you so angry? Why? Do you still want to sue me? I had a video last night. Do you want to appreciate how you sway?"

Speaking of this, the conversation suddenly changed,
"An Xiaoqi, I warned you a long time ago that you can't provoke me to fight Xi Jue. Do you still think me fighting Xi Jue is an idiot played by you? Now, since you are nothing, don't like me Don't want the title of Mrs. Zhan, why should I be soft-hearted to you, huh?"

After speaking, he got up and got out of bed.

After getting dressed in an orderly manner, he looked at the woman who looked at the ceiling with hollow eyes, and narrowed her eyes:
"Miss An, are you going to spend the New Year with me on my bed?"

After being humiliated with sharp words, and then being driven away mercilessly, it is unbearable for a normal person.

But, to Zhan Xijue's surprise, An Xiaoqi didn't argue with him this time, and didn't even give him a look.

She just said very lightly: "Well, I will go."

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes, silent and boundless.

Zhan Xijue looked at her pale eyes, as if a fist had been punched into the cotton ball, so powerless.

He stood at the head of the bed for a while, then said in a deep voice:
"Now that I'm in a good mood, go downstairs and have breakfast with me early, otherwise I won't know what to do to An Jia and your eldest brother if I become a bad person..."

An Xiaoqi, who had been completely calm and accepted the fact of being violated after hearing this, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

She turned over and sat down, threw a pillow at Xi Jue Zhan, and roared: "Sir Xi Jue! Excuse me. If you have to force me like this, it's not impossible..."

After finishing speaking, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Outside the window was the fine weather after a blizzard, and the sun shone extremely hot on her fat and jade-like proud figure.

As she swayed towards him, Zhan Xijue's eyes fell on a certain place on her body like a branding iron, even many places where he wished he could die.

She stepped on his instep with bare feet, her red lips curled up into a smile of unknown meaning, then she tiptoed and blew hot air into his ear: "Mr. Zhan..."

As soon as Zhan Xijue's ears became hot, his larynx rolled unconsciously, and he instinctively put his palm on her waist, lifted her whole body, and hugged her by holding her buttocks.

His voice was very hoarse: "Why? Suddenly scratching your head and posing, is it because you recognize the situation in front of you and want to reconcile with me?"

When Zhan Xijue said this, he had already carried An Xiaoqi into the cloakroom.

The room was not cold with the heater on, but if he didn't find a fig leaf to cover her body, he was really afraid that he would tear her to pieces.

An Xiaoqi didn't make trouble, and let him carry her to the cloakroom.

She felt that even though she didn't know much about fighting Xi Jue, it wasn't that she didn't know anything about it.

As long as Xijue has such an uncontrollable hatred for her now, she is sure to play with him.

If you can't get it, you will always be in turmoil.

Instead of holding all the initiative in his hands, why not take the initiative in his own hands?

The golden thighs of the dog man stretched up to the bridge of her nose, and he was sent to her door for her to use. If she didn't use it, wouldn't it be that she was ignorant?
She couldn't just be gnawed by him all night for no reason and not charge some interest back.

He said that she played with him in the palm of her hand, but he had never seen the true level of who she really wanted to play with in the palm of her hand.

"That's right, Mr. Zhan is rich and powerful, and his golden thighs have poked my nose bone. If I don't know people, wouldn't it mean that I have lost money and money?"

The woman returned to her usual flamboyant countenance, and the turbidity in Zhan Xijue's heart dissipated a lot in an instant.

He just wanted her to confront him tit for tat, even if it was evenly matched, it didn't matter, in short, he couldn't let her ignore his existence.

Thinking of this, Zhan Xijue felt a little better.

He pinched her peach buttocks, and smiled mischievously: "How did you poke the bridge of the nose? Shouldn't you poke it in the ecstasy cave?"

"..."

War Dog really became shameless, invincible and invincible.

"Mr. Zhan, since you hate me so much and want to pick on me so much, shall we make a deal?"

Zhan Xijue raised his eyebrows, pressed her against the full-length mirror behind him, seemed very interested in her proposal: "What deal?"

The floor-to-ceiling mirror behind him stimulated every nerve under the skin, and An Xiaoqi instinctively clinged to Zhan Xijue's warm embrace.