The boss of the empire was blown up by me

"..."

"Young Madam, are you listening? Let me tell you, that chick dressed up as a vixen, young master, he..."

An Xiaoqi is torn apart, is she picking up her husband, picking up a loneliness?

She was so angry that she wanted to give Zhan Xijue a thumbs-up: well done!
After a brief chat with Uncle Fu, An Xiaoqi asked Zhao Xiaoliu, "Can you drive at the speed of a rocket?"

Actually can!

After an hour's drive, the van turned off and stopped at the gate of the castle manor half an hour later.

Before An Xiaoqi got out of the car, she answered a phone call.

It's the curator of the jewelry museum.

"Hello, is this Ms. An? I'm here to report to you that Rose Soul will not participate in our jewelry auction tomorrow..."

An Xiaoqi had already given up her obsession with Rose Soul, so she let out a low oh, but still asked the reason, "Excuse me, may I know the reason?"

"It's like this. The supplier has found a more suitable buyer and has already sold it!" The curator's heart aches when he mentions this. He originally wanted to use the soul of the rose to hype the enthusiasm of the jewelry auction tomorrow, but now it's cold. "It is said that it was sold for a sky-high price of one billion!"

In Shengjing, An Xiaoqi admits that there are many rich people, but there are only a handful of them who can casually spend one billion.

The Zhan family, the Yan family, and then the Tang family.

Of course, her uncle can too.

But the Soul of Rose is nothing in the eyes of her uncle Xia Huaishang, and it is not as worth collecting as his 92F pistol, so it must not be Xia Huaishang!
It can't be the Tang family either!
The Patriarch of the Tang family is an old lady who is strict with herself, and she hates this kind of behavior that burns money and is meaningless to society.

Then the biggest possibility is the Zhan family and the Yan family.

As for whether it is the Zhan family or the Yan family, it is self-evident.

An Xiaoqi pushed the door and got out of the car, wondering if Zhan Xijue was finally willing to keep his promise to buy her the soul of a rose as a wedding ring, and when he looked up, he saw the hot scene under the dim street lights of the old castle manor.

Tsk, it really beeped the dog!

The tall and straight man was kneeling on one knee, and the beautiful but not gaudy woman standing in the maple forest was looking at him expectantly, probably because she was too immersed in the shock of the sudden marriage proposal. The violin on her shoulder fell to the ground and she didn't know it. She should be very emotional, because An Xiaoqi saw her raise her hand and hold her face...

An Xiaoqi's beautiful fox eyes flashed with interest, and she winked at Zhao Xiaoliu. She waited for Zhao Xiaoliu to drive away, and then walked over slowly.

In late autumn, the night is thick, and the wind is blowing cold on the face.

An Xiaoqi sneezed, and interrupted Zhan Xijue, who was about to put the rose soul on Wen Shuning's ring finger, "I'm sorry, husband, didn't I bother you? Is this a marriage proposal?"

As the sound fell, Wen Shuning's face, who was still immersed in sweet happiness, changed instantly. The scene in front of her was bumped into by the man's real wife. In addition to embarrassment, she also had a deeper humiliation than this.

She knew that the other party was already a married man, but she could still be moved like this, and this scene happened to be bumped into by the real wife. Apart from embarrassment, she was only humiliated.

What is she?
Did you get caught by the real wife for being someone's mistress?

Just when Wen Shuning's face was gloomy, Zhan Xijue had already stood up, and looked at An Xiaoqi with a cold expression. Obviously, his good deed was interrupted. His attitude was extremely bad, and he asked coldly, "Why are you back?"

An Xiaoqi ignored him, but asked Wen Shuning with a smile: "Miss Wen, we seem to be destined for each other. Every time I meet you, you are always with a married man."

As she said that, she raised her hand to brush her long hair that was blown by the wind, and said in a delicate and lazy tone, "The wind is so strong, isn't it cold for you to stand here?"

After a pause, he said again,

"Miss Wen, I have a good memory. A few days ago in the castle manor, when you learned that Zhan Xijue was married to me, you disdained to be his mistress. What did you say at that time..."

As I said that, I recalled it seriously,
"Oh, I remembered, you said, sorry, I didn't know that Ah Jue had a flash marriage before, I was self-righteous and took the liberty to interrupt..."

Speaking of this, the conversation suddenly changed, and asked with a smile,
"So now, Miss Wen, do you regret it? Do you still choose to be my husband's mistress after knowing that we are married? "

calm tone,
"If it is, it doesn't matter. With my husband's status and status, it's normal for me to raise a mistress outside. As a real wife, I won't say anything..."

While An Xiaoqi was speaking, Zhan Xijue's deep peach eyes wished he could poke a hole in her body, and said with gritted teeth, "Shut up!"

An Xiaoqi twitched the corners of her mouth, her eyes glanced over Zhan Xijue's cheeks, and said in a calm tone:
"Honey, you and Miss Wen must be in true love, right?
Otherwise, I don't understand why a talented first-level artist like Miss Wen would like you, a wimpy man.

She is a stunner in the art world, a man's ideal type of dream lover, she has no shortage of suitors, and no shortage of money, what does she want from you?

In addition to seeking your rights, it can only be true love.After all, you are wilted and have been tied, I don't think normal women will marry you..."

After a pause, she still didn't forget to organize herself, "Of course, except for me, I'm just a superficial woman who seeks both money and power!"

"To shut up!"

An Xiaoqi's heart almost jumped out from Zhan Xijue's yelling, she clutched her chest, and said embarrassingly: "Also, husband, you have such a bad temper, you will get Alzheimer's in the future!"

Zhan Xijue: "..."

Just when Zhan Xijue was about to pinch An Xiaoqi's neck, Wen Shuning stood in front of Zhan Xijue.

At this time, her complexion had returned to normal, and she smiled calmly at An Xiaoqi and said, "Miss An, I have seen a dozen bitch women in these years without a truckload. Next, if you want to break up A Jue and me, just do it blatantly, there's no need to be so tactful."

An Xiaoqi was delighted to hear this, she burst out laughing, and said, "Miss Wen, forgive me, I'm afraid I'm being too direct, you're so thin-skinned, you can't bear it anymore, my husband who is looking for life and death again Take it out on me, how stupid am I to make things difficult for myself?"

When she said this, she added meaningfully,
"Also, Miss Wen. If it's a love that can be broken up in a few words, it's too cheap.

As far as objective facts are concerned, although Miss Wen is a well-known and hard-to-find artist,
But I don't need to say more, you know, as far as your background and your romantic affairs in the past, I don't think Grandpa Zhan would allow you to marry into the Zhan family, what do you think? "

After a pause, he said meaningfully, "It's important to have self-knowledge, isn't it, husband?"

Wen Shuning's angry face was ugly: "..."

Zhan Xijue now wants to strangle An Xiaoqi to death!