The boss of the empire was blown up by me

Hearing these words, Yanxi Jing laughed angrily, and the smile was humming and gloomy.

This bitch is really trying to sow discord between him and Zhan Xijue all the time.

Burned down his house, provoked a relationship between him and his nephew, caused a quarrel between him and his brothers, made their old Yan's family restless during the Chinese New Year, and finally said that he was at a disadvantage?
special!
He has never seen a bad woman who can turn black and white and is full of scheming than An Xiaoqi in his life.

Sure enough, Zhan Xijue, a foolish gentleman, was so distressed that his eyes almost turned red. He took a gun and blew a tire of him, and ruthlessly pronounced the sentence:
"Lao Yan, this is where our brotherhood ends. Next time you touch a hair on her, try."

After finishing speaking, he glared fiercely at Yan Wuxi, who was already disheveled, and said coldly: "And you, you don't piss to take care of yourself, and you are also suitable for Xiao Xiang Laozi's woman?"

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!
Yan Wuxie was blown away by Zhan Xijue's ruthless mockery, and he uttered the most cowardly and arrogant words in a very arrogant way:
"That's better than your ex-husband, who is only qualified to be a dog licker. Don't worry, the young master will work hard from today on to change his ways and become an upright and good man. I believe that Sister An will be moved by my sincerity sooner or later... Ah——"

Before he finished speaking, Zhan Xijue punched him.

Although the hit was heavy, it avoided the vital point.

But the pain is really painful.

The painful Yan Wuxie was breathless, and when he recovered from his mother's heartache, An Xiaoqi had already been taken away by Zhan Xijue.

……

**
Yan Dangshan set up a checkpoint, because he expected that Yan Xijing would deliberately stop him, Zhan Xijue asked his subordinates to drive three fighter planes over.

The private airport of the Yan family is as big as the old house of the Zhan family, so only Zhan Xijue's small fighter plane is parked at the airport, and the other two are flying and circling in the air. This is why Zhan Xijue can enter and leave the old house of the Yan family without fear.

An Xiaoqi looked at the dark green fighter plane with the Zhan Jialang totem logo engraved on it.

Hmm, what a cool fighter.

There was a flash of light in her eyes, and she hadn't touched a fighter for a long time.

Although a little hungry, but still held back.

She withdrew her gaze from the fighter plane, and when she was about to board the plane, Mo Nian's voice came from behind her.

"Seven seven."

An Xiaoqi turned around when she heard the words.

The gentle and bright woman in the sun, her legs and feet are not very agile, and she was a little anxious when she ran over, so she almost fell down first.

An Xiaoqi waited for her to approach, and said softly, "Sister Mo, what's wrong?"

Mo Nian took out a handmade safety amulet from the inner side of his body, with a few white magnolias and An Xiaoqi's baby name 'Qibao' embroidered on the lucky bag.

She handed the peace talisman to An Xiaoqi, with gentle eyes:
"It's Chinese New Year, thinking that you don't need anything, and gold, silver, jade and jewelry look too vulgar, so I made a blessing of peace, don't dislike my bad sewing." He smiled softly, "Qiqi, happy new year " Paused, "Thank you for your help to the Mo family and me during this time."

In this flashy and impetuous society, the more advanced people are, the more fickle they are. The most precious thing is this kind of friendship that is woven by stitches and threads.

To be honest, An Xiaoqi was slightly moved.

After all, this is the first clean and free-from-impurity friendship she has gained after returning from Shunan, and it is also the first gift she has received after going down the mountain, except for Xia Huaishang's Ping An buckle, which even Zhan Xijue's ex-husband never gave. pass her stuff.

An Xiaoqi put the things away, leaned over to give Mo Nian a hug, tilted her head and smiled in her ear:

"Thank you, I like it very much." The tone was slow, and the tone was extremely firm, "Sister Mo, believe me, everything will be fine, and you will be blessed too."

Mo Nian's heart was a little sour, and the smile in his eyes was crystal clear, as if tears rolled out, "I believe it too."

Even though she doesn't know when she will be able to break free from Yan Xijing's shackles, that day will eventually come.

……

The plane left the Yandang Mountain area 5 minutes later.

Because of the aftereffects of drunkenness, and An Xiaoqi was already mentally and mentally exhausted, dizzy and very tired.

After getting on the plane, she obediently found the most comfortable position to lie down halfway, closed her eyes and meditated, peaceful and quiet.

Zhan Xijue sat down next to her, looked at her extremely delicate face under the sun, and the light blue color under the eyelids because she had not rested well, and tried to communicate with her, but she obviously refused people thousands of miles away. I don't want to pay attention to his appearance.

This bitch looks like she is compromising with you in everything, but in fact she is arrogant and difficult to coax. She is used to being a princess tempered by that bitch Xia Huaishang.

Zhan Xijue looked at her silently for a long time, then raised his hand to grab her waist and hugged her to his lap, and said in a gentlemanly tone, "It's over, are you happy?"

Zhan Xijue's body was quite warm, warm, and had a very clear and clean smell, An Xiaoqi didn't struggle after being scooped up by him.

It is more comfortable to lean on a human cushion than to lie on a hard leather chair.

She leaned her face against his heart, hummed vaguely, and said sleepily, "It's okay. If you can let me go home."

Zhan Xijue didn't intend to let her go back.

Watching the New Year's Eve, such an important and special day, she always had such a memory of keeping the New Year's Eve with him when she remembered it after several years.

His thin lips fell between her brows, and then pressed against her eyelids, in a soothing tone: "I'll take you home on the first day of the new year. Stay with me tonight."

An Xiaoqi didn't say anything more.

It's not interesting to go back to An's house.

After An Huarenhe Pharmaceutical Factory was completed, it started to install production equipment non-stop. In order to complete the first batch of production of Wen's anti-cancer drugs in mid-April, her elder brother was still supervising the work in Lin'an City.

In order to prevent An Peisheng from being poisoned by Wen Ya and the others again, An Xiaoqi has already found a good reason to transfer him to a high-end nursing home with excellent privacy.

Now the whole Anjia is full of people she doesn't want to see.

Whether it's her father or Wen Ya, it's not a place where she has any concerns.

Of course, it was not what she wanted to be tied to the man in front of her.

It's just that, in comparison, Zhan Xijue can bear it here.

After all, the big brother wants to keep you with delicious food and drink, even if you don’t want him, he can change your mind to force you to want it. Instead of struggling fearlessly, it’s better to "subdue it" and make him happy, the biggest benefit The only one is herself.

All she can do now is to keep her heart still and keep her heart.

An Xiaoqi's indifference made Zhan Xijue a little annoyed just by looking at it.

But he also knew that there was no way she would take kindly to the stupid things he said to her this morning.

Thinking of the photo album of him and Wen Shuning to explain to her, but then remembering that he had to explain to her before, her indifference to the point of staying out of the matter seemed to be making fun of herself.

[Mr. Zhan, don't explain, I don't care or care. 】

Zhan Xijue sighed slightly, his chin licked the top of her hair, "I said earlier that I was hungry, what would you like to eat?"

An Xiaoqi: "It's fine."

Zhan Xijue frowned, "It doesn't matter if you don't have one."

An Xiaoqi: "What I'm talking about is that you can eat whatever you want."

Zhan Xijue didn't want to quarrel with her, so his eyes darkened, and he stopped talking to her.

Ten minutes later, the plane landed at Wangshuiju.

An Xiaoqi was carried off the plane by Zhan Xijue.

Zhan Xijue called Mama Lin and Uncle Fu from the castle manor, so when Xijue Zhan appeared in Wangshuiju with An Xiaoqi in his arms, Mama Lin and Uncle Fu were very happy.

"Young Madam, I have stewed old hen soup, do you want to make you a bowl of shredded chicken noodles?"

An Xiaoqi got down from Zhan Xijue's arms, smiled and said, "Okay."

Uncle Fu came over and handed An Xiaoqi a red envelope, smiling amiably: "Young Madam, Happy New Year, this is the lucky money that Uncle Fu gave you in advance."

An Xiaoqi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After accepting Uncle Fu's red envelope and thanking her, she said, "You and Mama Lin should call me Xiaoqi or Qiqi. After all, it doesn't matter if the young lady calls me that, right?"

Uncle Fu saw that An Xiaoqi didn't like the title Young Madam very much, and thought it would be better to make the little girl happy for the New Year's Eve, so he nodded: "Okay."

Mama Lin quickly made chicken noodle.

Zhan Xijue hasn't eaten since last night, so Lin Ma made chicken noodle and he ate a bowl with An Xiaoqi.

After the meal, An Xiaoqi told him that he wanted to go upstairs to catch up on sleep, but he didn't want to stay in the master bedroom.

Wangshuiju is unoccupied all year round, and although the other rooms are cleaned, they always look deserted.

But An Xiaoqi wanted to argue with him, but he couldn't help it, so he cleaned up a room for her next to the master bedroom and came out.

After drawing the curtains, she got into bed and closed her eyes.

Zhan Xijue stood by the bed and looked at her for a while, bowed his head and kissed her forehead, and when he was about to leave the guest bedroom, An Xiaoqi opened his eyes and called him: "Zhan Xijue."

She called his name, not Mr. Zhan or Mr. Zhan, obviously in a businesslike tone.

Zhan Xijue narrowed his eyes and looked into her eyes: "There is something."

"You can buy me some birth control pills. The 48-hour kind."

Although she can be forced to accept that she has sex with the man in front of her, she will not conceive a child.

Don't say you don't love it.

Even if she loves the man in front of her, it is too early for her to talk about pregnancy and having children when she is only 20 years old. Even in the last life when she and Wen Shiyu had the strongest relationship, she never thought of having children .

What's more, they have no feelings.

Seeing that the man did not respond for a long time, An Xiaoqi looked at him again: "Mr. Zhan~"

Jokingly smiled,

"You have taken advantage of me. Do you think I have forgiven you, or do you think I would give birth to you if I am pregnant? You should know that my body is not congenitally good. It is really true that I can live to such an age It is the blessing of the Buddha. Therefore, I want to prevent the risk of abortion after pregnancy, which may kill me, do you understand?"

Not wanting to be touched by him, not wanting to conceive his child, these are all expected by Zhan Xijue.

However, from An Xiaoqi's mouth in person, Zhan Xijue still felt intense and raging annoyance in his chest, and of course he didn't vent it.

He just stated the facts calmly: "You won't be pregnant." After a pause, "I didn't touch you with real bullets."