The boss of the empire was blown up by me

At this time, the sun is slightly westward, and the sun is setting.

A slanting sun shone in, making the whole room quiet and giving the illusion of quiet time.

The man was sitting on the sofa and was dealing with official business in front of the computer. He should be quite involved, and he didn't even know she got out of bed.

He didn't stop his work and close the computer until she blocked a ray of sunlight in front of him and her slanted figure fell on his face.

He raised his head, a pair of dark peach blossom eyes were thicker than usual, like a river under the vast starry sky, something was slowly flowing through his eyes, rippling.

His thick black brows were slightly raised, and his eyes moved away from her face and landed on her feet, "When will you get rid of your stinky problems of not wearing shoes and sleeping naked."

He really is fit to shut up!

As soon as you open your mouth, it destroys the beauty.

An Xiaoqi stepped on his feet, and sat down next to him, "What are you doing here?" Little Nose snorted, "Pretending to be pretentious."

"You think I'm willing to come? Grandpa didn't force me to come."

An Xiaoqi murmured indifferently, this is quite the style of wanting to fight against grandpa.

She took her feet to the sofa and sat cross-legged under her buttocks, but felt so uncomfortable, she stretched her feet to Zhan Xijue's chest again, unbuttoned his long windbreaker with her toes, and stuffed her feet into his heart place.

It was warm, she bent her eyes, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Zhan Xijue saw her smug look, but he didn't get angry for the first time, nor did he take her stinky feet away from his heart.

"Is it better?" He rarely showed compassion, and asked with concern.

It was also rare for An Xiaoqi not to quarrel with him, so she said lazily, "It's okay."

"What's for dinner tonight?"

An Xiaoqi raised her eyebrows: "What's the matter, Mr. Zhan? What kind of stimulation did you receive? Why are you so approachable all of a sudden?"

Zhan Xijue: "..."

"I want to eat Buddha Tiaoqiang, Snow Dragon Beef, Eastern Starfish in Oil, Shrimp Jelly, Caviar..."

An Xiaoqi casually reported a lot of dish names, Zhan Xijue waited for her to finish speaking, picked up his mobile phone to call Jiang Huai, and repeated An Xiaoqi's dish names.

"Buddha Tiaoqiang, Snow Dragon Beef, Eastern Starfish..."

An Xiaoqi waited for him to finish the call, then rubbed his foot against his heart, "You have a pretty good memory?" To be honest, she probably didn't know what dishes she had mentioned before because of what she said casually.

Zhan Xijue took her feet out of her chest and threw them aside, "Go and put on the socks."

If An Xiaoqi doesn't go, she wants to command him: "You get it for me. Anyway, I'm sick because of you, you not only have to get me socks but also put on my shoes, and after dinner you have to take me go shopping…"

Zhan Xijue bit his back teeth, and sneered: "An Xiaoqi, do you think someone like me will go shopping with you?"

An Xiaoqi replied objectively: "No."

For a boss of Zhan Zhan's level, half of the CBD buildings in Shengjing City belong to him. He is a person who runs a shopping mall. How could he go shopping in a shopping mall with his identity?
Even the necessities in his daily life, such as clothes and shoes, are all provided by professional designers in person.

Therefore, An Xiaoqi conservatively estimated that Mr. Zhan visited only a handful of shopping malls in his life.

When An Xiaoqi thought of Mr. Zhan's stricken face when he went shopping with her, she found it very interesting.

So, she said again: "But, there will always be one or two accidents or special things in life. You see, since I met you, I don't know how many times I have come to this hospital. As compensation, you accompany me What's wrong with me going shopping? If you don't want to, I'll call grandpa..."

"An Xiaoqi, you want to make a fuss again when your illness gets better, right?"

"Yeah, it's because the illness is getting better, so I need to go shopping more, walk more, and strengthen my resistance."

At this time, Zhan Xijue had already brought socks to An Xiaoqi.

He threw the sock on her face, looking very bad attitude: "I won't go with you."

"You really don't want to accompany me?"

"Don't accompany!"

An Xiaoqi lowered her head and put on her socks, and said in a leisurely tone, "To be honest, there are many young talents who want to go shopping with me. It's fine if you don't accompany me. I'll send a Moments to recruit men to pay for my old lady later."

Zhan Xijue was furious: "An Xiaoqi, what I told you last night, did you fall into my ears?"

An Xiaoqi said in an innocent tone: "Aren't we getting divorced soon? Mr. Zhan refuses to condescend to go out with me, so what can I do?"

Zhan Xijue frowned, grabbed her jaw, and stared at her coldly.

The woman's eyes were dark but clear, reflecting his appearance inside.

Zhan Xijue actually held back his temper, only patted her on the cheek lightly, and said coldly: "Okay, I will do as you wish!"

An Xiaoqi smiled and said: "Mr. Zhan, then you have to take the card well, I can't bear even myself when I go shopping!"

Zhan Xijue: "..."

An hour later, An Xiaoqi ate and drank enough.

She began to call out the battle sir.

"Honey, bring me the down jacket."

"Honey, my neck is cold, I want to wear a scarf."

"Husband, and the hat."

"husband……"

……

Zhan Xijue felt that An Xiaoqi had too many things, and his face turned dark when he was ordered around.

After he put the hat on her fiercely, he said fiercely: "No matter how many things you have to do, you can go by yourself."

An Xiaoqi pursed her lips, "Mr. Zhan, to be honest, have you ever seen a psychiatrist? You are too short-tempered!"

"An Xiaoqi—"

An Xiaoqi shut her mouth knowingly.

It's cooling outside again.

Two or three degrees below zero.

It may be because Christmas is coming soon, the whole streets and alleys are full of joy before the holidays.

They didn't drive because there are bustling commercial buildings nearby.

The two walked very slowly along the long Shengjing Road, mainly because An Xiaoqi walked slowly, Zhan Xijue had to slow down to accompany her.

An Xiaoqi was walking and bouncing around, Zhan Xijue looked at her bouncing figure, suddenly had the illusion that time had stopped, there was a sense of déjà vu, it seemed that there was such a scene in a dream, but the source could not be traced .

He used to occasionally accompany Wen Shuning to go shopping in high-end shopping malls, but Wen Shuning gave him the feeling that she was always elegant like a goddess, but quiet like a stagnant water without waves.

An Xiaoqi was different.

She is like a creek under the moon that will never wither, flowing slowly and non-stop, as if flowing from the tip of the heart vividly.

Zhan Xijue suddenly called to stop An Xiaoqi who had already run a certain distance: "An Xiaoqi—"

He usually calls her by first and last name, and most of the time when he is furious, he has a very bad attitude, and he rarely calls her so calmly.

Therefore, after An Xiaoqi heard it, she stopped in a strange way, and turned to look at him: "Mr. Zhan, what did you call me?"

She was wrapped like a dumpling, and the scarf covered her palm-sized face, revealing only a pair of watery eyes, blinking at him.

"Xia Huaishang, does he like you?"

As soon as these words came out, An Xiaoqi yelled, "You shit. He's my uncle!"

Zhan Xijue raised his eyebrows: "That's not related by blood."

An Xiaoqi imitated his tone: "That has nothing to do with you!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhan Xijue's temper flared up again: "Why doesn't it have anything to do with me? You are my woman now!"