The boss of the empire was blown up by me

"Are you happy?"

Zhan Xijue coaxed me in a low voice, and smiled lightly: "Yes, please me." Or coax me.

The corners of An Xiaoqi's lips twitched twice, her eyes were a little dazed, and she thought about it seriously:
"Perhaps. After all, your high-profile appearance here tonight has greatly satisfied my vanity as a woman. I am quite happy to have a relationship with Mr. Zhan now."

Really dare to speak out.

Doesn't this woman know how to be tactful in front of him? He is also very happy to coax her casually.

There are two words for joy and three words for dislike. As for talking such a lot of nonsense.

Zhan Xijue narrowed his eyes, and his eyes moved away from her face and fell on An Jifeng's:

"It's rare for a big brother to become a waste like you. Next time she will be bullied by dubious people under your nose, you big brother don't mind." After a pause, An Jifeng looked With an ugly face, he said, "After the aftermath, I want to take her on a date and fall in love!"

After speaking, when he was about to leave with An Xiaoqi in his arms, An Jifeng stood in front of them.

He looked at An Xiaoqi and frowned: "Xiao Qi, have you decided? You finally dumped him to get rid of this mismatched marriage, and now you want to jump into the fire pit?"

An Xiaoqi didn't feel like she was jumping into a fire pit.

She pursed her lips and smiled, objectively said:

"The pit of fire is not enough. Although Mr. Zhan is arrogant and unreasonable, except for his previous entanglement with Wen Shuning's little white flower, in fact, he never did anything particularly excessive to me from the beginning to the end.

Instead of always being pushed back by him, why not take a step forward, if my soul matches with Zhan Zong, maybe I can give you a big nephew in the coming year..."

Even if the previous few sentences were not An Xiaoqi's heartfelt words, they were her true thoughts.

The last sentence, what kind of big nephew is born, she just said that casually.

Well, she said that casually, but Zhan Xijue seriously believed it.

He couldn't help thinking that he was a big boy too, although he hated human cubs, but if it was his and An Xiaoqi's cubs, it would be a different matter.

It is best to have a daughter, who is caring to her father; it is not possible to have a son, who has to be trained from birth, which is too annoying.

An Jifeng couldn't tell what he felt when he said these words to An Xiaoqi, but he felt that An Xiaoqi was no longer the little girl in his impression, but had grown up, not only had her own ideas but also could be her own.

He quickly responded to An Xiaoqi's answer: "As long as you think it's appropriate."

An Xiaoqi nodded, and said, "Grandpa is in the nursing home on the outskirts of the city. After you clean up the aftermath, remember to pick him up tomorrow."

"it is good."

……

The home's parking lot.

Before An Xiaoqi was about to get in the car, she suddenly remembered something.

She looked sideways at Zhan Xijue: "I saw the Tang family, Xiao family, and Gu family on the invitation list for the coming-of-age ceremony...why didn't any of them come?"

Zhan Xijue raised his eyebrows: "Which of them do you think will come? Tang Xiaosan? Xiao Changsheng or Gu Rufeng?"

When the man said that, An Xiaoqi realized that the absence of these families must be the fault of Zhan Xijue.

She pursed the corners of her lips, then said nothing, and leaned slightly to sit in the co-pilot.

It's just that the evening dress on her was too obstructive, and the skirt was cluttered with branches, making it difficult for her feet to rest.

When Zhan Xijue sat in the driver's seat, he saw her lowering her head and fiddling with the hem of her skirt. The seat belt hadn't been fastened yet.

He leaned over and raised his hand to arrange the hem of her evening dress. His eyes fell on her good figure hidden under his coat and wrapped in the evening dress, and his eyes darkened for a while.

"This evening dress doesn't look good at all." As he spoke, he fastened An Xiaoqi's seat belt.

An Xiaoqi sneered: "Evening dresses don't look good, I look the best when I don't wear them, right?"

"No." Zhan Xijue's eyes overflowed with playfulness, his gaze fell on the deep snow-colored gully under An Xiaoqi's tube top evening dress, and he said in a calm tone, "If you don't wear it, turn it for me to see, it's the last nice."

"Boss Zhan, you're so nasty!"

Zhan Xijue stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly drove out of the parking lot. He said with a half-smile, "I just treated you nasty."

The car quickly drove out of the gate of Anjia and came to Anhua Road.

Zhan Xijue looked at the woman beside her with her hands resting on her chin, she didn't know what she was thinking, "It's only half of my birthday, what do you want to do next?"

An Xiaoqi regained consciousness, and was about to speak when the driving car was suddenly hit hard by an off-road vehicle with a Imperial Capital license plate, causing a piece of its body to be dented in an instant.

Zhan Xijue braked urgently, and after stopping the car, he looked at the co-pilot An Xiaoqi who seemed to be terrified: "Is there something wrong? Are you scared?"

An Xiaoqi shook her head: "It's okay." When she said this, her gaze fell out of the car window.

Zhan Xijue followed suit.

One person got out of the Didu brand off-road vehicle, and a slender figure walked towards them.

As he approached, the street lights illuminated the handsome face of the visitor, An Xiaoqi raised his eyebrows: Li Shenmu.

There was a knock on the driver's door, and Zhan Xijue directly pushed the door and got out of the car with a dark and handsome face.

An Xiaoqi guessed that the two of them were about to fight, so she also pushed the door and got out of the car.

But she forgot that if there was a real fight, Li Shenmu would be outnumbered, after all Zhan Xijue was followed by two bodyguard cars.

"Li Shenmu, are you tired of living?"

"I'm sorry. It was too dark to see clearly. I paid a lot for the car repair."

Although he said he was apologizing, his attitude didn't look like an apology at all, it seemed like he was provoking trouble.

For no reason, Zhan Xijue was provoked in his own territory by the three religions from the imperial capital, not to mention, he really wanted to kill people.

He let out a long sigh, and when he was about to do something, two more people got off the off-road vehicle behind Li Shenmu.

A woman with an excellent figure is supporting a man with a slender figure.

The man was physically weak, and he was already coughing after walking a few steps.

"Ah Mu." The man's gentle tone, with an aura that is not angry but powerful, "It's outrageous for something that doesn't have long eyes to hit Young Master Zhan's car without an attitude of apology."

While speaking, he had already walked over fully supported by a young woman.

"Sir, the doctor said, you must not be angry."

A gentle and cool voice rang out, a beautiful woman dressed in retro Chinese style, with a not too dark pink and black hair like a waterfall,
There is a soft white fur waistcoat on her shoulders, and her eyes are full of elegance.

This woman is so familiar and gentle.

When An Xiaoqi couldn't remember where she had seen her recently, she noticed that Zhan Xijue, who was beside her, had walked towards her with obvious abnormal emotions, and even acted abnormally.

As soon as he approached that gentle woman, he seemed to want to do something similar to hugging her in his arms.

It's just that the woman took a step back, and his intentional action was not implemented.

It wasn't until this moment that An Xiaoqi suddenly remembered that she had seen this woman in front of her in the photos Zhan Xijue kept in the suitcase.

That beautiful woman with a bouquet of pear blossoms in her arms, wearing a smoky blue cheongsam, dyed with a tree of youth.

Gee.

She had just agreed to fall in love with Mr. Zhan, and Mr. Zhan's real white moonlight came out, didn't it slap her in the face?
Wen Shiyu had a panoramic view of Zhan Xijue's reaction, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at An Xiaoqi, who was wrapped in a man's coat and dressed in an evening dress, his thin lips curled slightly, his eyes withdrew from An Xiaoqi's body, and fell on Zhan Xijue again. Xijue's body.

He said in a gentle and steady tone, "Master Zhan, do you know her?"

Zhan Xijue also woke up from the first visual impact of the woman, and said flatly: "I don't know."

Wen Shiyu let out a muffled cough, lowered his head slightly, and played with the tassels under a string of Buddha dust beads in his hand, and introduced, seemingly unintentionally, "Her name is Wen Ning."

After the sound fell, the woman named Wen Ning nodded slightly to Zhan Xijue, and met him politely.

Wen Shiyu raised his eyes again and landed on Zhan Xijue's face: "Isn't it very similar?"

As he said that, Wen Shiyu smiled slightly: "When I first saw her, I also thought they were very similar. But when I look closely, it always makes a lot of difference."