The boss of the empire was blown up by me

Therefore, he not only handed over the money happily, but also sent Lin Miaoren back to Beijing University in a very gentlemanly manner.

Just before Lin Miaoren got off the car, she hinted:

"Wonderful man, you should understand brother's intentions, right? There is no such thing as a pie in the sky, as long as you are willing to talk to brother,

Brother will definitely treat you well. As for the house in the west city, I will give you a set. What do you think? "

Lin Miaoren also has a bottom line in life, she became angry when she heard this, and said:

"Brother Wang, thank you for helping me today. Three days later, I will definitely return the money to you with interest. That's all for today, I'm going back."

Wang Xun was not angry when he heard the words, he just liked Lin Miaoren's vigor, if he agreed immediately, it would be outrageous.

He said: "Okay, brother will force you too. In short, you just have to know what's in your mind. If you encounter difficulties, you can find brother. Brother will definitely make it clear for you."

Lin Miaoren ignored him, pushed open the door and got off the car, and ran into the university gate as if fleeing into the wild.

After running panting for a while, he slowed down.

She really hated An Xiaoqi now, but right now she was very worried.

She was hit by Wen Shihao's wine bottle and suffered a big wound on the back of her head. Although she is well bandaged now, if the dressing is not changed in time, she will be easily infected.

In addition to the wound on her head, the wound on her cheek made her even more anxious.

She couldn't even imagine that if she really had scars, it would be difficult for her to find a decent job, let alone marry a rich man.

Once a hole is torn open by negative emotions, more negativity will emerge.

For a moment, Lin Miaoren was so worried and afraid of death just thinking about it.

Just when she was feeling confused about the future and regretted provoking An Xiaoqi and Wen Shihao, her cell phone rang, an unfamiliar number.

She hesitated for a moment, then connected the phone: "Hello?"

"Are you Lin Miaoren?"

It was a woman's voice.

The other party answered irrelevantly: "Don't worry about who I am, I'll ask you a few questions, and your answer is yes."

Lin Miaoren was annoyed when he heard this, and said with a sneer, "Who do you think you are, why should I listen to you?"

When the sound fell, Wen Shuning laughed, and she didn't hide her identity anymore, and said directly:
"To be honest, I've been observing you for a long time recently. After all, you can be regarded as someone who can make my cousin look differently over and over again."

"Cousin? You belong to Mr. Zhan...?"

"I am the cousin of the Zhan family, Wen Ning." Wen Shuning cut to the chase, "Can you answer a few questions with me now?"

Because the other party claimed to be Zhan Xijue's cousin, Lin Miaoren naturally put on a respectful attitude and asked, "Excuse me, what can you do?"

Wen Shuning likes to deal with sensible people, she said: "Do you like my cousin?"

Lin Miaoren didn't speak, Wen Shuning said again: "I can help you."

Lin Miaoren was surprised: "You help me? Miss Wen, I know myself..."

Wen Shuning interrupted her:

"Miss Lin, don't underestimate yourself. You have to remember one thing, you look like An Xiaoqi, which is already a great advantage.
What's more, I heard the servants of the Zhan family gossip that An Xiaoqi can't conceive... Grandpa always pays attention to children,

Now is your best chance, don't you want to jump into the dragon's gate and fly to the branches to become a phoenix? "

Lin Miao was moved by these words, but she was still hesitant: "...Young Master Zhan, he basically doesn't have any feelings for me..."

"Emotions are cultivated slowly." Wen Shuning said with a smile, "How about this, find a time tomorrow to meet and chat."

Lin Miaoren didn't understand Wen Shuning's motive for doing this, so she asked, "Why did you help me?"

Wen Shuning put it succinctly:

"Because I'm just like you. I hate An Xiaoqi so much, can't I? Besides, she can't get pregnant. I'll find a woman for my cousin who can carry on the family. It’s a great thing, why not do it?”

This motive is justified, Lin Miaoren pondered for a moment, then agreed:
"Okay." After a pause, "It's just that I suffered from An Xiaoqi's today..."

Before she finished speaking, Wen Shuning interrupted her:

"My people have already told me about this. Don't worry about the wound on your face. I have medicine to help you."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Miaoren wished she could hold Wen Shuning on the altar, "Okay..., see you tomorrow."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Miaoren's mood was swept away from the gloom, and he was revived with full blood.
It was as if she was a phoenix soaring in the nine heavens, and sooner or later she would outshine An Xiaoqi.

……

**
At the other end, the Castle Manor.

After An Xiaoqi called the hospital to clean up Lin Miaoren, and then turned off the phone and was about to go to bed, Zhan Xijue opened the door and came in.

There was only one floor lamp on in the room.

When An Xiaoqi heard him push the door in, because she didn't want to face him, she closed her eyes, breathed evenly, and pretended to be asleep.

Zhan Xijue walked to the side of the bed, stood and looked at her for a while,
Seeing her calm face as if she was asleep, she finally turned off the floor lamp without saying anything, then lifted the quilt and lay down.

After he lay down, he naturally grabbed An Xiaoqi's waist and hugged her in his arms.

An Xiaoqi originally wanted to resist, but thinking that if she resisted now, it would mean that she was not asleep, so she endured it and let him hold her.

Even though the man had already taken a shower, he still had the smell of alcohol on his body, which showed that he drank a lot in Fushengju.

Well, it was with Lin Miaoren!
Thinking of this, An Xiaoqi's heart twitched, the pain ached, his body instinctively didn't want to be hugged by Zhan Xijue.

Zhan Xijue lowered his head, looked at the woman who was struggling to get away in his arms, and said in a low voice: "Why, stop pretending to be asleep?"

After he finished speaking, An Xiaoqi gave Zhan Xijue a hard push.

However, instead of being pushed away by her, Zhan Xijue put her under him in the next moment, bowed his head and kissed her precisely.

Once kissed, it will develop like a spark.

No matter how An Xiaoqi struggled and complained and cried, she couldn't escape Zhan Xijue's shackles.

Her resistance will only deepen Zhan Xijue's increasingly domineering evil and unscrupulous persecution...

For women, this kind of thing is mostly a lingering aftertaste. Few women feel happy when they come up.

What's more, it's Zhan Xijue who punishes and abuses from the beginning, in short, An Xiaoqi feels as if he has been tortured, and the pain is unbearable.

Therefore, Zhan Xijue felt extremely uncomfortable when he burst into tears of pain.

Sweat quickly dripped from his forehead, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, coaxing in a low voice:

"Honey, what happened tonight is hard to get over, is it? You are the one who made a fuss about finding a woman to have a baby for me,
I haven't done anything, just had a drink with a woman, and you're making a fuss like this,

That being the case, then I will take back all those stupid things you said before. "

Speaking of this, the low and dark voice slowed down,

"I still say that, even if you can't give birth, Mrs. Zhan can only be you.

If you push me out again, the next time you encounter it will not be as simple as me drinking with a woman. "

Maybe it was really uncomfortable, and Zhan Xijue lost interest, so he let her go.

He looked down at her wet eyelashes, and then at her little red face from restraining anger, "Okay, all mistakes are my fault..."

This is too weak to say, so he explained,
"I went to drink in Yanxijing, where I had an appointment at Fushengju, and accidentally ran into Lin Miaoren who was selling drinks. Because she spilled the drink on my clothes, she took my suit to dry, and then..."

An Xiaoqi interrupted him indifferently:
"Later, you had a good conversation, and you didn't hesitate to tell her that I couldn't get pregnant, so I heard her talk about her major, and heard that her tutor's grandmother was very good at infertility, so you almost drank your underwear It's all off, right?"

Zhan Xijue: "..."

"Did Lin Miaoren call you?"

"if not?"

An Xiaoqi is still indifferent,
"Ms. Lin is really a kind and understanding flower. She is afraid that I will make you unhappy because of my misunderstanding.

You specifically called me in the middle of the night and told me that you asked her to drink because you wanted her to help introduce me to an infertility specialist..."

Speaking of this, An Xiaoqi raised his head, looked at Zhan Xijue with deep and silent eyes,
For a long time, she asked in a perplexed and exhausted manner,

"I don't understand. To you, the matter of my infertility is really too insignificant to you. That's why you asked me to talk to the woman I hate so much?"

"No."

Zhan Xijue quickly gave his response and explained:

"I didn't tell Lin Miaoren anything about your infertility. After hearing my call with an expert about infertility, she took the initiative to introduce me... and said that she knew an expert in this field."

paused,
"As for the way she explained to you on the phone, first of all, this woman really disgusts you with malicious intentions,
Secondly, she probably listened to Yu Shaonan's words about your infertility in the private room of Fushengju, and even half-guessed that you were infertile... That's why she was so hostile to you. "

Speaking of this, he looked at An Xiaoqi's face and saw that there was no obvious disturbance on her face, and continued to explain the reason why he drank too much.

"As for drinking... firstly, I was in a bad mood so I drank a lot more, and secondly, the baijiu that Lin Miaoren sells has a lot of stamina...
Of course, Lin Miaoren did have a drink, and I thanked her for providing expert clues for that small glass of wine, but I didn't expect her to drink lightly..."

paused,
"Of course, she probably played tricks and deliberately pretended that she doesn't drink too much, so when you pushed open the box door and bumped into the scene where she was flaunting her head, you just misunderstood me..."

This set of rhetoric can be said to be explained very clearly.

But, it didn't make An Xiaoqi happy.

She sneered and said: "Then you clearly saw through her pretending to drink lightly and deliberately misunderstood you, why did you still protect her when Wen Shihao injured her head?"

"You think I'm protecting her?"

An Xiaoqi asked back: "Isn't it?"

Zhan Xijue said confidently: "Of course not."

As he said that, he brought out his own set of fallacies,
"Is it idle for you to be an old man? If you don't show her head, how can you make you jump? If you don't make you jump, how can you force you to see your bottom line?
Only by letting you see your own bottom line can you dispel the idea of ​​asking me to find another woman to give birth to me...,
In short, I am asking you now, if you can't give birth, do you still want me to find another woman to give birth? "

"..."

An Xiaoqi really had the illusion of punching into the cotton ball with a punch, extremely powerless.

She was going to laugh at Zhan Xijue's words.

She lay on her stomach, raised her head, looked at Zhan Xijue's eyes, and called him in a neutral tone: "Zhan Xijue."

"Ok?"

"It sounds like you really love me. For me, a barren woman, you can accept being childless for the rest of your life... But why do you always hurt me so much in actions?"

An Xiaoqi's questioning voice was very calm, like a homely tone,

"Love me, but want to find other women to play with me to stimulate me? Love me, but want to vent your anger on a child in front of me?
You love me, but you want to force me to have sex with me regardless of my wishes... You are so proficient at stimulating me that you stop in time,

And in a timely and orderly manner, tell the reason why you did this asshole..., the typical way of slapping a sweet date, is this the way you love me? "

Facing An Xiaoqi's methodical accusation, Zhan Xijue's eyes darkened.

He raised his hand, grabbed her waistline, and brushed the smooth curve of her skin with his palm, his voice was apologetically hoarse,
"It sounds like what I did was really bad. I'm really sorry. I used an inappropriate way..."

Pause, beat back,
"But baby, if you hadn't said so strongly that I would have sex with other women, I wouldn't be so annoyed, would I?"

An Xiaoqi was hugged very tightly by Zhan Xijue's palm on her waist, and a skin-to-skin kiss would always disturb her breathing.

She was short of breath, but she couldn't push away Zhan Xijue who was hugging her, struggling to no avail, she just looked up at him,
"That's what I said, but I said that on the basis that my efforts to have a child were fruitless..."

Speaking of this, the voice is a little sad,
"But you, you don't even want to wait for my efforts to have a baby, and turn around and find a trash woman to sincerely disgust me,

Your uncle, try to think about it, will I hurt An Xiaoqi's heart by doing what I did against Xi Jue?

If I do this, will she be very sad... Think about it for a while, is it difficult? "

Maybe it was really wronged, so at the end of the tone, I choked up a little.

The woman choked up silently, her eyes were quickly wet with tears, and her eyelashes were full of wet steam... Zhan Xijue felt very uncomfortable watching it.

He bowed his head and kissed her eyelids, his voice was very hoarse: "My fault."

Because I feel that I have been wronged too much, an apology of "my fault" seems insignificant, so there is no sincerity in apologizing at all.

What An Xiaoqi wanted was not his three words.

Of course, she didn't know what kind of attitude she wanted him to show, that is, she didn't want to be so close to him now.

She closed her eyes and let Zhan Xijue be so intimate for a while, after a long time, she still couldn't hold back and said, "I want to sleep alone, is that okay?"

Zhan Xijue's face finally sank, he raised his hand, pinched the woman's sharp chin, and looked at her with deep eyes:
The voice was hoarse after suppressing some kind of annoyance: "An Xiaoqi~, it's already late, you have to make a fuss with me, and you'll be happy, right?"

An Xiaoqi said lightly, "If you don't think so, I can't help it."

After a pause, "I just don't want to be kissed and hugged by you... even lying naked on the same bed with you, I feel sick to my stomach, okay?"

Hearing this, Zhan Xijue's voice rose immediately: "Are you angry?" He laughed coldly twice, "What are you angry about?"