The boss of the empire was blown up by me

He rushed forward with a stride, raised his hand and clasped An Xiaoqi's wrist which was about to pick up the ear of the casserole, but because of the unbalanced wrist, the pot of old duck soup was overturned...

If it is knocked over, it is knocked over, but it scalds An Xiaoqi's already tender hands...

The back of her hand turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and bulged blisters at a speed visible to the naked eye. An Xiaoqi was in so much pain that she only had time to yell at Zhan Xijue, "You're sick", and she reacted to something. Xi Jue clamped his wrist and dragged it to the glazed sink.

The faucet was turned on to the maximum, and the late autumn water washed coldly over the scalded skin. An Xiaoqi only felt the pain in his heart, and angrily threw Zhan Xijue away: "Go away——"

The rims of her eyes were red, and painful tears rolled out of her eyes one after another. The coldness in her eyes made Zhan Xijue realize that this was An Xiaoqi's real appearance after taking off the disguise.

Zhan Xijue felt inexplicably guilty at the sight of An Xiaoqi's resentful and cold eyes. The raging anger that had been entrenched in his chest disappeared unconsciously, and his eyes were full of excessive attention to An Xiaoqi's slender hands .

The fingers are slender and shiny, and the phalanges are evenly slender. The rushing water washes over the backs of her hands that look like beautiful jade. These hands are so delicate and beautiful, even the nails are naturally pink, making him want to chop them off just by looking at them. Come down and take it for yourself!
How can such a beautiful hand, such a perfect work of art, be injured?
He doesn't allow such a work of art to get hurt!

Zhan Xijue's pair of deep peach blossom eyes suddenly thickened, and his eyes became more wanton and reddened, and suddenly he growled at the servant behind him, "Just immediately, bring me the medicine box!"

After the sound fell, An Xiaoqi turned off the faucet, shook off the water on the back of her hand, turned around and gave him a cold look: "Stop being hypocritical!"

After she finished speaking, she slammed his body away and left the kitchen.

The young master quarreled with the young madam, and the servants at home wished they could find a hole in the ground and drill down to shrink their existence.

The servant who was called to get the medicine box asked weakly and helplessly, "Master...does the master still take the medicine box?"

Zhan Xijuejun's face was gloomy, and he watched An Xiaoqi's leaving back without saying a word.

After a long time, he ordered coldly: "Clean up the kitchen, I'll get it myself."

"Yes."

Five minutes later, Zhan Xijue found the medicine box from the storage room and appeared at the door of the castle's master bedroom.

The door was half-closed, it was obviously his house and his room, but he politely knocked on the door at this time, and said symbolically: "You don't speak, I'm coming in."

When the sound fell, he pushed open the door.

At this time, An Xiaoqi was sitting in front of the dressing table with her back to him, she was holding a tube of brown ointment to apply to the back of her scalded hand.

The ointment not only has the effect of cooling and analgesic, but also has the effect of promoting the rapid healing of wounds. It is one of the latest research results of the Xia Clan Institute of Biology. It has not yet been put into production on the market. This ointment was specially stuffed by her grandma before she left the mountain. Hers is to be prepared!
Zhan Xijue came in through the door, and An Xiaoqi knew he had come in.

Therefore, when Zhan Xijue snatched the ointment from her hand and applied the ointment to her without saying a word, she did not object.

Because she belatedly realized that her previous attitude towards the boss was very bad, and she forgot to restrain her temper. It is not a good thing to offend the boss.

However, there is no way for her to show the boss a good face now.

Therefore, she waited for Zhan Xijue to apply the ointment on her.

She arrogantly said to Zhan Xijue: "Boss Zhan, you haven't apologized to me yet, don't think that I'll forgive you just because you smeared me with ointment, I'm not a cheap lamp!"

If An Xiaoqi hadn't mentioned it, Zhan Xijue wouldn't have thought of apologizing at all. Of course, even if An Xiaoqi mentioned it now, he wouldn't be able to apologize to her.

This shameless woman has humiliated all his people away, made his chest full of anger, and expects him to apologize to her, it's wishful thinking!

Zhan Xijue closed the medicine box heavily, and pronounced the verdict on An Xiaoqi with his attitude still bad: "An Xiaoqi, don't think I can't do anything to you with your grandpa backing you up. The future will last forever, and I have plenty of solutions. Let you take the initiative to file for divorce!"

The scumbag is hopeless!
An Xiaoqi didn't even look at him!

The scumbag can only affect the speed of her eating, but not the others.

She bumped him away, "Boss Zhan, please step aside, this girl is going downstairs for dinner."

She said that she was about to leave, but Zhan Xijue grabbed her wrist, and Mo Ran's frown could kill a fly, "An Xiaoqi, do you really think I have nothing to do with you?"

After several contacts, An Xiaoqi felt that Zhan Xijue's character was really not that good, he would lose his temper at every turn, and would touch her at every turn. He didn't have the slightest gentlemanly cultivation of a wealthy family, let alone the bearing of a nobleman.

She threw him away, and said displeasedly: "Okay, Mr. Zhan, just come if you have any tricks, I'll wait and see!"

After she finished speaking, she slammed the door and walked out.

Zhan Xijue realized for the first time that An Xiaoqi was by no means an easy-going lamp.

He didn't know why he was annoyed, he raised his foot and kicked the dressing table angrily, and then something fell from the dressing table and hit his feet heavily, causing him pain.

He subconsciously looked down, and it turned out to be an exquisite crystal photo frame!

Well, that's not the point!

The point is, things like photo frames shouldn't have appeared in any corner of the castle, because such things couldn't exist before An Xiaoqi moved in.

Zhan Xijue thought it might be An Xiaoqi's personal portrait, so he didn't plan to pick it up, not only didn't pick it up, but kicked it away.

With this kick, the photo frame landed on the front again.

Ah!
Inside the ten-inch crystal photo frame, there is a wedding photo of a man and a woman inlaid.

The pretentious happiness and sweetness of the young girl is in stark contrast to the ice-cold male protagonist, but the strange thing is that one is smiling and the other is cold and cold, but the picture is surprisingly harmonious!
This damned woman actually pinned his head on a strange man and forced it into a wedding photo.

Zhan Xijue is irritable again!
He picked up the photo frame and smashed it against the wall...

Really strong!
It didn't break!
The roots of his teeth itched in righteousness, and he discovered another great event!

The priceless mural that had been hanging in his bedroom had disappeared, but it had been replaced by a huge wedding photo that was three meters long and two meters wide!
Zhan Xijue was so angry that his heart ached.

He simply couldn't stand having his head pinned on a completely unfamiliar male body, and being forced to be in the same frame as An Xiaoqi, a damned woman.

He went downstairs in a rage, and when he was about to settle the score with An Xiaoqi, he heard An Xiaoqi's obedient voice against Zhan Xiuyuan from the dining room, "Grandpa, Xiaoqi doesn't hurt at all, the burn will be fine after a few days It's..."