The boss of the empire was blown up by me

Zhan Xijue saw Mu Xiaozhao for the first time, and Mu Xiaozhao was plainly dressed and looked ugly in the range of Zhan Xijue's cognition. When he saw the fruit basket in her hand, he mistakenly thought she was To sell fruit.

He frowned, obviously displeased, and his attitude was very bad: "Those who can afford to live in this kind of ward seem to be short of fruit? Where did it come from?"

Mu Xiaozhao had never seen a man as good-looking as Xia Huaishang.

Of course, she had never seen a man with a worse temper than Xia Huaishang.

The man in front of her also let her see it.

Her gentle eyebrows were frowned, but she still politely explained the purpose of her visit: "Hi, I'm An Xiaoqi's friend. I heard that she is ill, so I'll come and see her."

Hearing this, Zhan Xijue understood.

That's right, such a poor friend must have been recognized by An Xiaoqi in a poor place like Mount Qingcheng.

The visitor was a guest, Zhan Xijue hesitated for a moment, but let her in.

An Xiaoqi, who was enjoying a delicious lunch, was actually very happy to see Mu Xiaozhao.

Being in the hospital is a very boring thing, and if someone is with her, it can relieve the boredom.

An Xiaoqi was originally sitting on the hospital bed, but when she saw Mu Xiaozhao, she wanted to get out of bed.

But Zhan Xijue hurried over and stopped her from getting out of bed: "Eat your meal well, what are you messing with when you come down? Don't you think about it?"

Mu Xiaozhao's Putonghua is not very good, so she tried to persuade An Xiaoqi: "Qiqi, acute pneumonia can't catch cold anymore, just listen to this gentleman."

While talking, Mu Xiaozhao put the fruit basket on the coffee table in the ward, and opened the thermos she brought, which contained the big bone soup she had stewed for more than two hours.

She is very good at cooking, and when the thermos is opened, the aroma is overflowing.

She poured a bowl for An Xiaoqi, brought it to the hospital bed, and when she was thinking whether to feed it or drink it for An Xiaoqi, Zhan Xijue picked up the pork rib soup in her hand.

An Xiaoqi thought that Zhan Xijue was going to throw away the rib soup, but the man sat on the edge of the bed, picked up a spoon, and seemed to be feeding her.

Gee!
The sun rises in the west?

An Xiaoqi twitched the corner of her mouth, and opened her mouth to drink the soup Zhan Xijue had fed to her mouth.

It's rare for Mr. Zhan to condescend to serve her. Wouldn't it be too shameless for her not to drink.

An Xiaoqi was very obedient and drank the soup, Zhan Xijue felt like feeding an obedient cat, it felt a little weird, because he wanted to stroke her fur.

Of course, she has no hair.

He wanted to touch her head.

It's just that after he realized this thought, he became inexplicably angry, annoyed that he shouldn't have this thought.

Not only was he angry with himself, he also blamed An Xiaoqi for being a seductive vixen, he must have been bewitched by her.

So, the boss got angry and ended up being unable to continue feeding An Xiaoqi rib soup.

He returned the bowl to Mu Xiaozhao, and said expressionlessly, "Feed her."

Mu Xiaozhao: "..."

An Xiaoqi enjoyed being served by him quite a bit, she curled her lips and said teasingly: "Mr. Zhan, why are you so unpredictable, you can get angry when you say it, it's really unbearable."

But Zhan Xijue ignored her at all, he just ignored her and walked out of the ward.

Mu Xiaozhao was a little confused, but he still replaced Zhan Xijue and fed An Xiaoqi soup.

They are all young girls, just the age of curiosity.

Mu Xiaozhao couldn't avoid it, and asked An Xiaoqi curiously: "Qiqi, that gentleman just now, he has a bad temper, what is his relationship with you? Are you friends?"

"Oh, he's my husband."

Mu Xiaozhao was surprised: "Ah? You're already married at such a young age? Will he be domestically violent? It must be very unfortunate to be the wife of such a man? Have you ever considered divorce?"

Hearing this, An Xiaoqi couldn't laugh or cry: "Well, we will get divorced soon."

While talking, An Xiaoqi found that Mu Xiaozhao's face had frostbite, and said with concern: "Your face has frostbite, I'll give you an ointment later, apply it twice a day, and it will be cured in three days."

Mu Xiaozhao smiled shyly on her chapped face, "No need. I just ran into Xia Gong downstairs, and he...he gave me one."

As soon as these words came out, An Xiaoqi felt quite strange.

She originally planned to use her to get acquainted with Xia Huaishang, but she didn't expect that the two had already met.

The first time they met, the uncle who had always been ruthless and ungrateful even gave him an ointment as a gift.

I have to say that things like fate cannot be stopped.

However, she hoped that Mu Xiaozhao would not become Xia Huaishang's killer again in this life.

Being the knife in his hand, how could being his woman be happy.

Mu Xiaozhao didn't talk much, basically it was An Xiaoqi who said, she answered.

During the back and forth chats, An Xiaoqi found out that Xia Huaishang had recuperated in Mujia Village in Daliang Mountain five years ago, and also figured out the relationship between the Mujia brothers and sisters and Xia Huaishang.

After chatting for about a quarter of an hour, Zhan Xijue came in with a small basket of fresh strawberries.

Zhan Xijue was carrying something like strawberries, which was really out of harmony. A person like him, with a gun in his hand, would complement each other.

Therefore, as soon as he appeared, the two little girls in the ward all looked at him in unison.

Zhan Xijue completely ignored them, put the strawberry on the coffee table with a bad attitude, and glanced at Mu Xiaozhao: "She is going to take a nap, you can go."

Mu Xiaozhao thinks that people in the city are not polite at all, they are better than the country people, they never speak to drive away guests.

Being chased away for the first time, Mu Xiaozhao panicked a little bit, stood up quickly, and said to An Xiaoqi: "Qiqi, my fruit shop is quite busy in the afternoon, so I'll leave first. I'll bring you chicken soup tomorrow." ,OK?"

Mu Xiaozhao has to take care of the store's business, and An Xiaoqi can't force him to stay.

After she left, she got out of bed and walked around the room to digest food.

After walking for a while, she probably felt that it was meaningless to do so. After doing a few squats and lowering movements on the spot, she picked up a mat and did yoga.

The heating was turned on in the ward, and she was only wearing a hospital gown. An Xiaoqi was able to do a few difficult movements that required toughness.

When Zhan Xijue, who was sitting next to the coffee table having lunch, saw this scene, he couldn't tell what he felt.

It's as if spring is coming, stinging everything.

Because of the movement of leaning over and touching her feet, the woman's waist exposed a piece of white jade-like skin.

Her waist is very soft, as soft as water, and someone wants to break her.

Zhan Xijue suddenly felt that the food in his mouth was not delicious.

He put down his chopsticks and stared at An Xiaoqi's figure for a while.

Probably because his gaze was too focused, An Xiaoqi suddenly turned her head and gave him a look. Her attitude was not bad, but it was by no means good.

She sneered: "Mr. Zhan, you are such a boring old man to the bone. If you want to see it, you should look at it openly. You are sneaky. You are really like a thief who steals incense and jade."

Zhan Xijue was indifferent to her sarcasm.

He looked away from An Xiaoqi's naked waist in the air, took out a wet towel and wiped his mouth and fingers, and then calmly asked: "Looking at you like this, you seem to be able to dance?"

An Xiaoqi continued to practice her yoga, and answered irrelevant questions: "Why? Only your Miss Wen is allowed to play the piano and dance, and no one else is allowed?"

Zhan Xijue also answered irrelevantly: "I broke up with her."