The boss of the empire was blown up by me

At this moment, An Xiaoqi's mood was very calm.

It was just a sudden surprise——

It turns out that they have been entangled for so many years, and the gears of fate seem to continue to entangle?

The elevator doors closed at this moment.

As the elevator lifted, the man at the elevator door completely disappeared into her world.

She was tired all over, from the fatigue of the journey, and from the ups and downs.

She just wants to put a tub of hot bath, take a soak, wash away the tiredness all over her body, and then fall into a deep sleep, the kind that is best never to wake up, so that it doesn't seem to be so painful and tangled up.

However, things always backfire.

After taking a bath, although she was tired, she didn't feel sleepy at all.

In the dead of night in Lancheng, on a snowy night, the tranquility makes people let go of their burdens.

An Xiaoqi tightened her nightgown, and after looking at the snow in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows for a while, she walked to the wine rack and took down a bottle of good vintage red wine.

After opening the red wine with a corkscrew, she climbed onto the tatami next to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

While drinking red wine, he looked at the snow scene outside the window with blurred eyes.

Unconsciously, a bottle of red wine bottomed out.

She was a little top-heavy, and her vision in front of her eyes became a little blurred. She subconsciously withdrew her gaze and looked at the ceiling above her head for a while, thinking that she hadn't sent a video to the twins in California City before stumbling up. Go find the phone.

I searched around, but couldn't find it.

On the sofa in the living room, on the coffee table, in her bag... none of them.

Well, is it lost?
It's not good to lose it.

In this day and age, lives can be lost, but mobile phones cannot be lost. There are many secrets hidden in it.

An Xiaoqi frowned, and was about to call room service when the doorbell rang.

For a drunk woman, the brain is always slower than the instinct of action.

When she opened the door, a thought came to her mind—a woman living alone in the dead of night cannot open the door casually.

However, the man in front of her was someone she was familiar with and could no longer be familiar with.

She put her hands on the door frame, her eyes fluttered slightly, and she said dullly: "... President Zhan, what do you want?"

As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, her mouth was full of the bewitching aroma of wine.

Zhan Xijue narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a flash of strange color in the bottom of his eyes.

drunk?

He leaned slightly and moved closer to her, and the woman slapped him with a slap, her peach blossom eyes were full of vigilance, "Don't get too close to me!"

Zhan Xijue felt that she was alert, and she didn't get angry when she was beaten, mainly because she didn't feel any pain from the beating.

He moved his eyes away from her bright red lips, landed on her flushed face, and said solemnly: "Miss An, I found your mobile phone, come here to return it to you."

When the phone was mentioned, the woman's eyes lit up, "Where is it, give it to me quickly."

Zhan Xijue took out her mobile phone from his body, but did not return it to her immediately, "I picked up your mobile phone, do you want to thank me?"

The woman paused for a while before saying, "Oh..., thank you then."

"..."

Zhan Xijue was a little hard to say, thought for a moment, and said again: "I don't want a verbal thank you."

When the tone fell, the woman stood upright, as if attending a funeral, and bowed deeply to him: "Thank you!"

Hiccupped, "Can you return the phone to me? I still have to call and send videos to my two cubs..."

She muttered very softly behind her, Zhan Xijue couldn't hear clearly.

However, it didn't affect his thick skin.

He said in a persuasive tone: "I can return it to you, but if I want to borrow the bathroom, can I?"

The woman thought about it seriously, and then she was willing to pull the door open, and let him in sideways, "Then hurry up..."

After Zhan Xijue entered, he returned the phone to An Xiaoqi.

An Xiaoqi took the phone, and he really went to the bathroom.

About two or three minutes later, he came out of the bathroom and looked at the woman lying on the tatami mat and fiddled with her mobile phone.

The straps of her nightgown were loose, and the neckline was wide open. From two or three meters away, he could almost see the graceful scenery clearly at a glance.

Zhan Xijue put one hand in his trouser pocket, his eyes were instantly darkened, but his brain was miraculously deserted.

He even remembered the conversation he had with Nan Xiangjiao for the first time that day. She said that An Xiaoqi had D.

Well, her eyes are indeed vicious.

After his appraisal, it is indeed genuine!
He restrained himself from walking towards her, his voice was a little hoarse, but still sounded quite serious: "An Xiaoqi~"

An Xiaoqi had a terrible headache, and he hadn't unlocked his phone for a long time.

When she heard someone calling her, she responded subconsciously: "What's the matter?"

Zhan Xijue looked at her... with a lively look, his eyes darkened, and he said, "I want to ask you, do you want some water?"

People who drink alcohol, especially those who are drunk, are mostly dry mouthed, so Zhan Xijue found a very good reason for himself to approach her and shorten the relationship with her.

"Well~, drink." The woman asked in a soft tone, a little slow, "I want lemon and honey water, white water is not good..."

After Zhan Xijue said yes, he turned around and went to the tea room that came with the presidential suite to get her lemon and honey water.

After adjusting the honey and lemon, I tested the water temperature and sweetness, and then I came out of the tea room with it.

Well, at this time the figure of the woman on the tatami in the living room has disappeared.

However, Zhan Xijue heard a woman climbing onto the bed in the bedroom.

I don't know where it touched the joyful nerve in his heart, and at this moment, his thin lips let out a short joyful sound.

He walked towards the bedroom, and on the carpet in the bedroom, he saw the nightgowns that fell together, and the woman's indoor slippers, and the other slipper was swept by the woman at the end of the bed, and the woman had already wrapped herself tightly. In the quilt.

When Zhan Xijue thought of the woman in the quilt...may not be naked..., his throat subconsciously rolled twice.

He walked over, looked at the woman whose eyes opened at this moment, and said in a low voice, "The lemon and honey water is ready."

The woman blinked her eyes, as if she was very confused, and then asked him: "You...why are you here?"

"Miss An, you lost your mobile phone, and I just picked it up. I came here to return your mobile phone with good intentions, but you asked me to pour water for you..."

After hearing this, the woman was dubious and didn't speak for a while.

After being quiet for about ten seconds, she called him in a sober tone: "Hey, I have a headache, I don't want to sit up, I have to lie down and drink..."

Zhan Xijue patiently explained to her: "You can't drink while lying down, you will choke."

The woman was too delicate, frowned, and said very dissatisfied: "I just don't want to get up, I just don't want to move, I just want to feed..."

Zhan Xijue looked at her red face that was steamed by alcohol, leaned over slightly, and his breath fanned the flames in her ear:

"Then I'll feed you, but you have to be obedient and don't make trouble?"

It was very warm in the bed, only a quiet floor lamp was lit in the room, and the handsome man in front of her eyes made An Xiaoqi a little crazy, so she was quickly bewitched.

She stretched out a finger to touch the man's cheek, felt good, and pinched again.

Zhan Xijue's cheeks were sour from being pinched by her.

His eyes darkened, he took a sip of lemonade and then fed it to her lips.

The sweetness of honey, the sourness of lemon, and... mixed with the masculine scent of a long-lost reunion in the depths of memory, An Xiaoqi became a little obsessed at once.

She clung to the man almost greedily for a while, Zhan Xijue was made up by her... almost exploded.

He didn't know how much concentration he had used to force a distance from her, and stared at An Xiaoqi, whose eyes were foggy.

He took a few deep breaths, thinking that something would happen if he continued like this, and when dawn dawned tomorrow, she settled accounts after drinking and appointed him to be sent to the eighteenth floor of hell.

Therefore, Zhan Xijue resolutely hugged An Xiaoqi into his arms with the quilt in his arms, and instead held a water cup to feed her.

She wasn't too fussy, and after drinking more than half of it, she was clamoring to lie down.

Zhan Xijue laid her down again, and when he was about to get up to take the water glass away, the woman stretched out her hand from under the quilt to grab him, "Zhan Xijue, don't leave, I miss you so much..."

As she spoke, she suddenly changed into one tone, a very strong and aggrieved crying tone, "You are such a bastard, I have been waiting for you in California City for so long, why...you always don't come?"

An Xiaoqi cried more and more sadly, her memory at this time was still stuck in the first two years in California City.

After she gave birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix twins, she was depressed for a while and often worried about gains and losses.

"If you don't come, you won't come. Why do you have to be so high-profile with your newlywed wife? It's so high-profile that everyone knows it... Do you know how hard it is for me..."

She cried for a while and scolded for a while.

Zhan Xijue watched silently for a long time before he remembered what to do.

He put the water glass in his hand back on the bedside table, freed his hand to tuck her hand into the bed, then took out the phone to find out the camera function, and after placing the phone at an optimal angle, he walked to the bed and asked The crying woman:

"He is so bad, but you still miss him? Why?"

The woman's eyelashes were still stained with water, and as the eyelashes trembled slightly, the tears fell on the pillow. After a long while, she said:
"...he stole my heart and never returned it." The tears fell more violently, "I want him to give it back to me..."

Zhan Xijue's heart was suddenly torn by these words.

He couldn't help thinking how stupid Zhan Xijue was to lose such a woman who loved him so much for so many years.

Zhan Xijue rolled his throat, bent down and kissed her red and swollen eyelids, and said in a low and hoarse voice:
"Now, can I give you my heart? Give you mine, so that we can even things up?"

He didn't give her a chance to answer, and his lips kissed hers in the next second.

Is it alcohol fermentation, or the instinct of adult men and women, or the longing that is suppressed in the bones... At this moment, once kissed, it is the most turbulent inseparable.

It seems that there is nothing like this kind of thing that makes the relationship between the two people thrive.

Maybe it's because I don't have any memory of this incident, but Zhan Xijue seems to be the one who is more drunk. After the storm, he is the deepest from the beginning. Fortunately, An Xiaoqi is very emotional when he is drunk. That's why I didn't suffer too much.

……

The next morning, before An Xiaoqi was fully awake, she felt that every pore in her body was clamoring for intense discomfort.
Every bone in her body was in pain, she opened her eyes suddenly, and then looked sideways with a slow reaction...

The man's extremely calm and handsome face fell into his eyes without any warning, and their bodies covered under the same quilt... were delicate.

An Xiaoqi's brain seemed to be emptied again, she couldn't remember at all how this doggy man fell asleep on her bed, and of course the pain all over her body reminded her that what should have happened must have happened crazily.

Supporting her dizzy head after drunkenness, she was in a daze for a while, and looked at the man next to her who still had no signs of waking up.

After so many years, he is still as handsome as ever, but also as bad as ever.

An Xiaoqi couldn't help thinking, how could he lie on the same bed with her so peacefully after he violated her?
Did this man expect that she really couldn't do anything to him?

I don't know if I'm annoyed that I'm drunk, or that the man is so rampant,
The more An Xiaoqi looked at him, the more angry she became, and she slapped the man's handsome face. It was a subconscious action of hers. In fact, the thought of hitting him didn't arise in her mind.

After all, when adult men and women have sex after being drunk, it is not necessarily the man's fault, maybe the woman occupies the dominant position.

Maybe it was her slap too much, or maybe the man himself was very vigilant, so when her slap was about to hit Zhan Xijue's face, his eyes suddenly opened and he grabbed her wrist in the next second.

There was still sleepiness in his eyes, and his eyes were deep and intense. When he saw the woman's delicate and charming face in sight, his thin lips curled up in a lazy arc in the next second, and then he turned over and dragged the woman Pulling her down, she bowed her head to her lips and kissed her.

The whole movement was done in one go, without any hesitation.

An Xiaoqi was already annoyed, but before she could vent her anger, Zhan Xijue treated her like this again, how could she cooperate?

However, her writhing and struggling will only make the morning man more interested.

He clasped her restless hands with one hand, and pinched her chin with one free hand to keep her from moving. Then he took a light bite on her swollen cheek, "So angry?"

"Zhan Xijue, get the hell out of here—"

Zhan Xijue didn't roll away, and imprisoned her even more motionless.

His low tone showed that he was in a good mood at the moment:

"Miss An, do you understand or not? When a man wakes up in the morning, he usually has a good appetite. Can you calm down and stop messing around?"

An Xiaoqi soon realized that what was different from her body was the obvious change in a man.

Then, she soon realized that there is such a disparity in power between men and women.

She no longer struggled, but the anger in her chest never diminished.

She asked coldly: "Why are you in my room and on my bed? Zhan Xijue, let me tell you, I can sue you for rape!"

Zhan Xijue waited for her to finish speaking, with obvious contempt in his eyes.

He smiled calmly and said, "Miss An, if you say that, I'm really wronged. Last night, I found your lost mobile phone and brought it to you with good intentions..."

Speaking of which, deliberately prolonging the tone,

"In the end, I didn't expect you, Miss An, to be so perverted after being drunk? It was as if you had never seen a man before, holding my arm and hugging my waist and refusing to let go. Stop fanning the flames on me..."

Pausing for a moment, in An Xiaoqi's eyes full of embarrassment, he sighed in embarrassment,

"At that time, I was thinking, a clean and honest gentleman like me must not take advantage of others' dangers, so what have I become? Especially Miss An, who is extremely dignified, how dare I take advantage of you?

But I really can't stand Miss An, your enthusiasm is so hot... So, in order to prevent you from getting settled after drinking, I recorded the scene where you invited me last night..."

After a pause, "If you don't believe me, I'll play it for you right now?"

An Xiaoqi's face was so embarrassing that he could bleed from his words.

She became angry from embarrassment, "You are talking nonsense!"

Zhan Xijue clicked his tongue after she finished speaking:
"Miss An, do you know how serious you are now, and how horny you were last night? Do you remember what happened last night? Even if you don't remember, you still feel it physically, right?"

An Xiaoqi was furious, "Zhan Xijue, stop confusing right and wrong here..."

Zhan Xijue didn't let her finish his sentence, at this moment he freed one hand to take out his cell phone from the bedside table.

He quickly found a video, clicked the play button, and held it in front of An Xiaoqi.

An Xiaoqi felt guilty because she was drunk, she didn't know if she really looked like a womanizer last night as Zhan Xijue said...

Therefore, she subconsciously pushed it away.

But it's too late.

Even if she closes her eyes and chooses not to watch it, the voice in the video is still hers.

"Zhan Xijue, I miss you so much..."

"You stole my heart..."

"I still love you...don't go, stay with me..."

"I want to hug..., kiss..."

……

"Not enough, but also..."

In the voice that belonged to her, there were occasional responses from the man intermittently, and she blushed when she heard the man's light or heavy breath.

An Xiaoqi felt that she was dying of embarrassment, and also dying of shame and anger.

She was so angry that she shouted at Xi Jue with a strong crying voice: "Can you delete it, I don't want to hear it, let alone watch it!"

Zhan Xijue looked at her tearful eyes at this moment, and the curve on his lips deepened.

He stared at her flushed face for a long time before turning off the extremely hot video playing on his phone.

After he finished these, his thumb brushed her red eyelids, his thin lips rolled away a tear on her eyelashes, and then he buried his head deep in the socket of her neck, inhaling deeply the soft fragrance of her body, whispering With a hoarse and vague voice, he said:

"Since you still love and think about me all the time, why do you reject me?"

An Xiaoqi was so oppressed by him that she couldn't breathe, she stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, thought for a while, and asked calmly, "I'm shocked!"

Zhan Xijue: "What's the response?"

An Xiaoqi didn't want to speak, so she bent her leg and kicked Zhan Xijue's lower abdomen.

Zhan Xijue was negligent, he was kicked away, and was pushed off the bed by An Xiaoqi in the next second.

Soon, his muscular body was exposed to An Xiaoqi's sight. There were many scratches criss-crossed on his body. There was no doubt that they were scratched by her.

She looked away from him and landed on his face, "Last night, I just thought I was bitten by a dog, so get out."

Zhan Xijue stood up at this moment, he slowly picked up his clothes that fell on the ground, and put them on one after another slowly.

While wearing it, he said with a low smile: "Miss An, you are really ruthless. You prostituted me for free all night, and you didn't even let me drink your saliva, so you let me go?"

An Xiaoqi threw a pillow at him angrily.

Zhan Xijue let it hit him.

After the pillow hit him in the face and then fell to his feet, he asked with a cheeky smile:
"Miss An, this pillow feels like a tickle when it hits you. It really doesn't have any offensive power. If you want to relieve your anger, you might as well pick up the lamp on the bed cabinet and smash it on my head. Even if you don't die, you can still see blood. .”

An Xiaoqi: "..."

"Oh, I forgot, you still love me so far, you still love me, and you can't bear to hit me..., hey, I really can't touch you women, you are obviously in love with death, but you act like a deep Feeling sick, not tired or in pain?

You obediently accept my pursuit and agree to be my girlfriend or marry me as my wife, isn't that good?Although I am not a good person, some things are clearly distinguished.

For example, I am not promiscuous, I have no bad habits, and I can control my lower body. If you marry me, I will only be responsible to you, and I will never mess around outside..."

Before he finished speaking, An Xiaoqi interrupted him with a sneer:
"Mr. Zhan, are you the person you're talking about? No bad habits? Not promiscuous? Can you control your lower body?

Mr. Zhan, aren't you too good at flaunting yourself?Is smoking a good hobby?Taking advantage of others to have sex with me is what you call being able to take care of your lower body?
Not promiscuous?Before and after you two Jiaojiao have not dealt with it, you came to provoke me... How dare you say that you are not promiscuous? "

Zhan Xijue originally had to twist the last button of his shirt, but because of An Xiaoqi's words, he stopped the whole movement.

He looked at her indifferent and cold-blooded face for a while, which was completely different from her charming face last night, which made him very uncomfortable.

His face also paled a little, and his voice was still warm and slow:

"You hate me for smoking, I can smoke less or even not. You think I'm promiscuous, which is a bit unfair to me.

Regardless of the fact that I have divorced Nan Xiangjiao now, even if I haven't divorced, I don't have the slightest feeling for that woman.

Not to mention reconnecting with her.Also, Zhu Jiaojiao, I have told you more than once that it is even more impossible for me to talk to her.

As for, you said that I can't control the lower body, which is even more unfair to me.It's not that you begged me last night with pear blossoms and rain... I really don't want to.

After all, in order to take advantage of this instant, I got more hatred from you. What I want is a long and lasting life with you, not this night.
I have survived more than four years of innocence and asceticism, will I not be able to survive this night?It wasn't because you cried pitifully and said you loved me that I did what you wanted. "

An Xiaoqi was immediately drawn in by his words, and was unable to refute for a while.

She was powerless to refute, and the anger in her chest became more violent.

She didn't know whether she was angry at the man's brazenness or at herself for not being up to date, even when her tears couldn't stop falling, Zhan Xijue was clenched into a ball by her crying heart - throbbing pain.