The boss of the empire was blown up by me

An Xiaoqi pushed him away, and replied calmly, "I didn't think about anything."

At this time, Zhan Xijue also let go of her.

He raised his hand to take a toolbox from the shelf, and held it in his hand, "Let me help him cut his hair."

paused,
"Although I have only been a father for more than ten hours, from the observation of him, objectively speaking, this child has some psychological problems.
Don't look at him who is more sensible and independent than ordinary children of the same age in everything, but in fact he is extremely insecure in his heart.
He longs...to be cared for, you can refuse my pursuit, but I hope you can care more about him. "

Zhan Xijue didn't need to mention it deliberately, An Xiaoqi's feelings towards Zhan Yunlan were always more guilt than other feelings.

Therefore, after Zhan Xijue's voice fell, she felt more and more guilty.

She pursed her lips slightly, "I... know."

Zhan Xijue hummed:
"He came to me at 03:30 in the morning last night. After taking a shower, he washed all the clothes I didn't have time to wash.
When I made hot milk in the morning, he also made me a cup... He seemed indifferent and indifferent,

In fact, the details of behavior are all to please me as a father, so it can be seen that he hopes that we can have more company. "

An Xiaoqi didn't expect Zhan Xijue to be so meticulous. Under the seemingly rough appearance, there is a meticulous heart hidden?
For some reason, she felt that she was not as good as Zhan Xijue in terms of parenting, although this feeling was not strong.

"I..., I will spend more time with him."

Zhan Xijue nodded and said:
"Let's go shopping in the supermarket after we finish taking the family portrait. There must be nothing more comforting to him than sitting together for a family reunion dinner."

For this proposal, An Xiaoqi no longer had any meaning, she nodded: "Okay. But..., I don't know how to make dumplings."

Zhan Xijue pulled his lips, said with a faint smile: "Isn't there a poor chef like me? Are you afraid that you won't be able to make dumplings?"

After he finished speaking, he was the first to walk out of the storage room.

An Xiaoqi followed behind him step by step, looking at his tall and thick figure due to the dim light,

A sense of security that I hadn't felt for a long time just quietly surged out from the depths of my heart.

After walking out of the storage room together, Zhan Xijue said to An Xiaoqi:
"Would you...would you like to wash some fruit? Let me see, this kid likes sweets, cut some cantaloupe and I'll give him a haircut."

An Xiaoqi nodded: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, Zhan Xijue walked towards Zhan Yunlan's room with his long legs, while An Xiaoqi turned and went to the kitchen.

She opened the refrigerator and found cantaloupe from the refrigerator. After taking it out, she washed it with water and began to peel and cut it into pieces.

Because she remembered what Zhan Xijue said, Zhan Yunlan likes sweets, when she cut the cantaloupe into pieces, she cut the sweetest part in the middle into a plate, and put the rest into a plate.

After cutting, she accidentally cut a finger with a very thin cut because of improper operation when she placed the knife, but because the knife edge was a bit deep, it started to bleed immediately, and An Xiaoqi took a long time to stop the bleeding.

She waited until the blood stopped, and washed the blood off her fingers with the faucet before taking out the fruit plate with the fork inserted.

She didn't bring the fruit plate directly into Zhan Yunlan's room, but put the fruit plate on the coffee table in the living room and went to his room.

When he knocked on the door and entered, Zhan Xijue had already cut Zhan Yunlan's hair.

Mmm, short cut!
An Xiaoqi thinks that straight men's aesthetics are really... It's hard for her to explain it in words. Thanks to her son's good looks, he can manage any hairstyle. If this is given to ordinary people's children, he will cry ugly.

When Zhan Xijue saw her coming in, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, then raised his hand and patted Zhan Yunlan's shoulder: "How is it? I'm pretty good at it, aren't I?"

No matter how it is cut, it is rare to be accompanied like this.

In Zhan Yunlan's heart, he was happy to feel cared for, but he never showed any emotion, so he said very calmly: "It's okay."

Zhan Xijue chuckled: "Go and wash off the hair on your body, I'll clean up the hair on the ground."

In the mirror, Zhan Yunlan saw An Xiaoqi who was standing half a meter behind Zhan Xijue, her brows were crooked with a gentle smile, and her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

At this moment, An Xiaoqi smiled at him and said, "My son follows my genes and is very handsome."

She said, afraid that Zhan Yunlan would be embarrassed, so she quickly changed the topic and said:

"Go wash it up, you and I... Dad, help you clean up your room, and then take a rest, we will go out to take a family portrait, and then go to the supermarket... to buy some ingredients for you to make dumplings?"

Zhan Yunlan said yes, and when he turned and walked towards the bathroom, his eyes were red.

After he left, An Xiaoqi went outside to get the sweeping tools and came in. When Zhan Xijue took the broom from her hand naturally,

Glancing at her hand from the corner of the eye, he frowned when he saw the dark red slender wound.

His face was not very good-looking, and he said in a deep voice:

"You are really an incomparably noble young lady, you cut off a finger when you peel a piece of fruit, why are you so stupid?"

An Xiaoqi didn't take it seriously, "I didn't cut your hand, what are you talking about?"

As soon as Zhan Xijue finished speaking, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of Zhan Yunlan's room.

An Xiaoqi hurriedly called to him: "What are you doing?"

Zhan Xijue ignored her, dragged her all the way to the living room and threw her on the sofa, and found medical cotton balls and bandages a minute later.

After forcibly cleaning An Xiaoqi's wound and putting on a band-aid, he said coldly to her, "You should not go into the kitchen anymore."

An Xiaoqi looked at the man making a fuss in front of her, and didn't speak for a while.

Zhan Xijue looked at her for a while, and said: "Don't make dim sum and use your son as a test product again, your egg tarts are not very good at all."

An Xiaoqi:
"How come? You said I'm not good at cooking, I admit it. But I learned from a professional teacher to make pastry. How can I not make egg tarts?"

Zhan Xijue: "Sweet and bitter, is it alright? Saccharification is aging. You are harming your son by eating so much sugar!"

This was the first time she had been powerless to refute since she met Xijue Ji'an Xiaoqi.

……

The family of three went out half an hour later. After taking a family portrait in a photo studio near the apartment, they went to a nearby supermarket.

An Xiaoqi and Zhan Yunlan are inferior to Zhan Xijue when it comes to choosing ingredients, after all, they usually don't have access to these things.

Picking fruits, An Xiaoqi felt that she was good at it.

But when she picked up a big, round pear, a hand reached out from behind her and took the pear out of her hand,

She turned her head subconsciously, and the tip of her nose almost hit the man's chest, but the man said to her indifferently:

"This kind of fancy is not useful, and the sweetness is not enough. You should choose pears with shallower skin and deeper pear nests. They have more water and sweetness. I can make you a rock sugar bird's nest pear water."

While talking, the person picked five or six of them and put them into plastic bags, and then threw them into the shopping cart that Zhan Yunlan was pushing.

It may be because his picking and picking movements are too skillful, so skillful that he is far from the overbearing boss who sat on the boss's chair and pointed out the country in the past.
It caused An Xiaoqi to have a different kind of affection. She inexplicably likes such human fireworks.

Isn't it a kind of comfort to use firewood, rice, oil and salt?
After picking the fruits, I went to the seafood area and fresh meat area.

Both An Xiaoqi and Zhan Yunlan didn't understand these things. They were not interested in these two areas, so they pushed the cart directly to the area where cakes and snacks were sold.

Originally, An Xiaoqi wanted to pick some desserts for Zhan Yunlan.

However, when she saw Zhan Yunlan's eyes fell on a six-inch cake, her heart twitched for no reason.

She seemed to have suddenly realized that Zhan Yunlan had never had a birthday since he was born.

A medical 'little monster' who was not born in a viviparous world, who can remember his birthday, and who can take his birthday seriously?
After all, he was created for the purpose of saving her life.

An Xiaoqi's eyes were a little sour, and she pointed to the blueberry cake on the glass window and said to the pastry chef, "Here, pack it up for me."

Yin Luo, before the pastry chef could speak, Zhan Yunlan refused: "No need, I don't like cakes."

After he finished speaking, he pushed the trolley to other areas.

An Xiaoqi looked at his back with lush forests and tall bamboos, and his slightly swaying shoulders, feeling like a thorn was buried in her heart, feeling uncomfortable like a needle prick.

When Zhan Xijue picked out seafood and meat and came over, he saw her with red eye circles.

He narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

"I just suddenly remembered that he is almost 11 years old, and no one has celebrated his birthday yet."

Zhan Xijue hummed indifferently, and said to her: "The ingredients are almost bought, and you can pay back with two buckets of milk."

"it is good."

……

On the way back, the atmosphere seemed a bit dull, and basically no one spoke.

After returning to the apartment, Zhan Yunlan said that she had an online class to attend and locked herself in the room alone.

An Xiaoqi looked at the closed door, feeling more and more unhappy in her heart.

Zhan Xijue saw it in his eyes and called out to her: "...I can make cakes."

An Xiaoqi's eyes flashed, and his gaze became a little eager.

Zhan Xijue bent his lower lips towards her, "Why don't you come over and help?"

An Xiaoqi's reaction was half a beat slow, "...Oh, good."

Because there were not many people in total, both wonton wrappers and dumpling wrappers were ready-made, so Zhan Xijue could make dumpling fillings after mixing them.

An Xiaoqi is not good at making these things, but she is pretty good at following Zhan Xijue's example. In about four to ten minutes, the dumplings and wontons are all wrapped.

After wrapping these, Zhan Xijue went to bake the cake embryos and make cream, while An Xiaoqi cooperated in making strawberry jam.

By the time a small six-inch cake was ready, it was already more than an hour later.

An Xiaoqi looked at the strawberry cake that looked very good, and sincerely praised Zhan Xijue:

"It seems that after your brain is broken, you are not completely useless."

While talking, the doorbell rang outside the door, Zhan Xijue was making the final decoration for the strawberry cake, so he gestured to An Xiaoqi:

"It may be that the newly purchased air has been purified. Go and open the door."

An Xiaoqi took out a wet towel and wiped her hands, "Okay."

Two minutes later, when An Xiaoqi opened the door and saw a woman with a gentle temperament standing at the door, she was visibly startled, and the gentle look on her face also dimmed.

Before she could say anything, the visitor smiled apologetically at her and said, "I'm surprised, Miss An, you're here too."

An Xiaoqi nodded after she finished speaking, "... Don't get me wrong Mrs. Zhan, I just came to have a meal with Yunlan."

Nan Xiangjiao smiled, nodded and said, "Are we going to talk at the door?"

After she finished speaking, An Xiaoqi turned sideways to make way for Nan Xiangjiao.

Nan Xiangjiao planned to change indoor shoes at the door, but found that there were none in the shoe cabinet, and An Xiaoqi was wearing a brand new pair of pink shoes that fit her well. There is only one woman like An Xiaoqi.

The corners of Nan Xiangjiao's lips curled into a smile, and he cast a glance at Zhan Xijue who had already come out of the kitchen, and said sarcastically:
"Didn't I greet you in advance, saying that I would come over today, why didn't I prepare slippers for me?"

For Nan Xiangjiao's visit, Zhan Xijue was not surprised, he said lightly:
"Don't you say you just come and go? Besides, I don't know what size you wear."

Nan Xiangjiao pretended to complain, "I don't know what size I wear, but I know what size she wears?"

Zhan Xijue said coldly: "I've always been not interested in things that I don't care about. Who told you that your mediocre aptitude didn't interest me?"

There are not many women who can be happy when a man ridicules them for their mediocre looks, Nan Xiangjiao was even laughed at by him.

She suddenly wanted to make Zhan Xijue sick, and said to An Xiaoqi:

"Miss An, I'm here to tell you that this man can only see his face, and he really can't do anything else."

Zhan Xijue wanted to kick Nan Xiangjiao out, but after she finished speaking, he said coldly, "Why did you seek me?"

Nan Xiangjiao got straight to the point and said, "...Well, I want to discuss with you, can we not disclose the fact that we are divorced?"

Zhan Xijue frowned: "The reason?"

Nan Xiangjiao took out a divorce certificate from her bag, handed it to Zhan Xijue, and answered the question: "I've already had the divorce certificate done, and I'll give it to you."

After a pause, he answered Zhan Xijue's question,

"I can't let my greedy father know that I am divorced from you now. Once he finds out, even if he doesn't beat me to death, he will force me to remarry or remarry to another man...,
In short, I still need the title of Mrs. Zhan to protect myself, but don't worry, this time will not be too long, at most two months, I will be able to find a new backer. "

Zhan Xijue waited for her to finish, and asked expressionlessly: "Since we're divorced, it's a clean break. Why should I help you?"

Nan Xiangjiao looked at him, opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Because, I am your son's biological mother. If anything happens to me, our son will not have a mother from now on."

Zhan Xijue: "..."

When An Xiaoqi heard this, it seemed that no one had changed. In fact, only she knew how much concentration she had to use to be able to stand among them so calmly.

Yes, he is also the biological father of Nan Xiangjiao's son.

Nan Xiangjiao's words continued:
"Since you didn't buy me slippers, I won't go in to bother you, but for our son, I hope you can seriously consider it, and you will be my widow for four years." A little compensation, okay?"

The woman's soft and comfortable voice, with a smile on her face, is well-founded, and she can't find anything wrong at all.
Jean Zhan Xijue couldn't find a reason to reject her for a while, but he clearly had the illusion of being used by her, although he couldn't find any evidence.

Zhan Xijue didn't make a sound, Nan Xiangjiao probably knew that Zhan Xijue was probably not happy.

She could see how much Zhan Xijue wanted to get An Xiaoqi back. He pretended to be her husband even after he got divorced. This would make it more difficult for him to chase An Xiaoqi back.

After all, no woman wants to be pointed at by others under the name of "little three".

Nan Xiangjiao saw that there was no result in defeating Xi Jue, so she had no choice but to set her eyes on An Xiaoqi, still with a gentle tone:

"Miss An, although Master Yunlan is not my own, I have worried about him a lot in the past few years.
Can you see that everyone is a mother's heart, and help me talk?

It's just that Mr. Zhan will announce the news of our divorce two months later, and I will still live in the Castle Manor for the time being, okay? "

The conversation has already reached this point, but the question is thrown to An Xiaoqi.

She had the illusion of being burned on a raging fire, and the hot temperature was rolling with her blood, which made her heart feel anxious.

There was a smile on her lips, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, and she said in a casual tone:
"Mrs. Zhan, what can I do to help you convince Mr. Zhan? This matter has nothing to do with me. Just settle it yourself."

Paused, and added,
"As for the fact that you have been worrying about my son all these years, I am very grateful for that. I believe that my son will remember your kindness no matter now or in the future. Therefore, you are not in the wrong."

After speaking, she turned and walked towards the living room.

At this time, Zhan Yunlan came down from upstairs,
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Nan Xiangjiao at the entrance, and his eyes changed slightly.

Nan Xiangjiao obviously saw him too, and greeted him gently:

"Yunlan, although the air in California City is more humid than that in Shengjing, the humidity has dropped significantly as the cold snap has passed recently. Remember to spray the asthma spray I prepared for you."

Zhan Yunlan hummed, and asked, "You came here alone?" After a pause, "What about Chengcheng?"

Nan Xiangjiao hummed and said:

"Originally, Chengcheng was clamoring for my brother, and I was soft-hearted and wanted to bring her here, but you also know that Chengcheng is weak, and I was afraid that she would get sick."

Zhan Yunlan nodded and said, "No accident, I'll be back the day after tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he stopped talking.

Nan Xiangjiao chatted with Zhan Xijue for a while, and then left.

Nan Xiangjiao came and went in a hurry, as if there was no disturbance, but in fact, it had subtly affected everyone, although no one could see anything on their faces.

For example, the strawberry cake that Zhan Xijue and An Xiaoqi made together was not displayed.

However, they did have dumplings for lunch.

After dinner, Zhan Yunlan went to wash the dishes, saw Zhan Xijue eating wontons around the stove, and asked coldly, "Are you full?"

"Go to the hospital to see a patient."

Zhan Yunlan frowned, "That woman named Zhu Jiaojiao?"

Zhan Xijue was noncommittal, at this moment An Xiaoqi came over to say goodbye to them:

"I... suddenly have something urgent, so I have to leave first." After a pause, his eyes fell on Zhan Yunlan apologetically, "Yunlan, mother... come back to accompany you at night?"

Zhan Yunlan: "You are busy, it doesn't matter."

After Zhan Yunlan finished speaking, Zhan Xijue asked, "What's urgent? Do you want to send it?"

"Need not."

After she finished speaking, she left Zhan Xijue's apartment, went home, changed into new clean clothes, and went downstairs.

At this time, Ade was already waiting for her downstairs.

When An Xiaoqi saw him, she asked, "My mother is fine, why did she suddenly pass out?"

"I don't know the specific subordinates. Mr. James is still on the plane and we can't contact him, so we can only inform you first." Ade reported truthfully, "But Madam has already been sent to the hospital."

"it is good."

Half an hour later, the VIP special needs ward of California City Hospital.

An Xiaoqi knocked on the door and went in. The doctor was communicating with Xia Yun, looking at the unconcealed joy on Xia Yun's face, he didn't seem to be sick.

An Xiaoqi vaguely thought of something, so she walked straight in front of Xia Yun, her eyes fell on her abdomen in the hospital gown, there was a faint smile in her eyes,
"...You are an old clam bead, have you?"

Xia Yun's cheeks turned red, both ashamed and angry.

At her age, she was desperately trying to give birth to a second child for James. In fact, she was somewhat embarrassed.
After all, her grandchildren are all that old, and she really couldn't hold back when she had another one.

However, unable to withstand the power of love, she wanted to give James a son from the bottom of her heart.

Therefore, after she got over the brief embarrassment, she nodded to An Xiaoqi and said, "Yes."

A complex look of joy appeared on An Xiaoqi's face, and then she pretended to be sad and said: "It's over, someone is going to come out and grab my property."

Xia Yun scolded with a smile: "Look at your talent."

An Xiaoqi got down to business and asked, "What did the doctor say?"

Xia Yun: "...Well, the progesterone is a bit low, and then he said that I am old, and it is recommended to save the pregnancy for a week in the hospital."

An Xiaoqi nodded, and said, "How many weeks has it been? How is my younger brother, the prince, doing?"

"It's almost eleven weeks, and the doctor said it's growing well."

Hearing this, An Xiaoqi felt relieved, and felt that as long as there was no external collision or something, Xia Yun's pregnancy would be safe.

She said: "It's going to be winter soon. You injured your leg in the early years and your bones are also weak. If you want me to take care of it, you'll have to stay in the hospital for a month. I guess Dad will also have the same opinion."

Xia Yun hated the smell of disinfectant in the hospital very much, and frowned deeply after hearing this:
"Don't mention it in front of your father. I don't want to be in the hospital. It's at most a week, not even one more day."

An Xiaoqi thought for a while, and said, "That's fine. When the time comes, the manor will hire a few more full-time doctors to accompany you. Dad will definitely agree with both hands."

The mother and daughter chatted together for about ten minutes, Xia Yun suddenly changed the subject and asked with a straight face:
"You've been talking nonsense for the past few days. Don't tell me that you're fooling around with that bastard Zhan Xijue again."

As soon as these words came out, An Xiaoqi retorted with a guilty conscience:

"Don't say that he is out of his mind and has no love for me now, even if he has no amnesia and loves me with all his heart, that's not okay.

I am emotionally clean, and I would never want a man who has slept with other women, not to mention he has had sons with other women. "

She spoke seriously, but Xia Yun looked at her hesitantly, raised his eyebrows and said: "Really?"

An Xiaoqi peeled a banana for her and fed it to her mouth, "Then give me a reason why I'm still willing to be with him?"

Xia Yun replied subconsciously after she finished speaking: "You have children." After a pause, "It's not one, it's three!"