The boss of the empire was blown up by me

Old Mr. Yan likes to watch Zhan Xiuyuan explode with anger on the spot.

He hummed a Beijing accent, and in a good mood he told his subordinates behind him, "Go, go home."

Zhan Xiuyuan: "..."

While speaking, Mr. Yan's phone rang, and it was Mo Nian's caller ID.

Yan Laosheng glanced at Zhan Xiuyuan proudly, turned on the loudspeaker in front of him, and said with a smile on his face, "Xiao Nian, do you have business with your father-in-law?"

But what came over the phone was not Mo Nian's voice but a nurse from the hospital: "Hello, is this Mr. Yan? Your daughter-in-law has low progesterone and has symptoms of threatened miscarriage. Please come to the hospital immediately." .”

Low progesterone?
Threatened miscarriage?
Mr. Yan was dumbfounded.

After digesting the news for a while, he quickly replied: "Keep the child at all costs, I'll be right there."

Mr. Yan hung up the phone and hurried back home.

When he left, Zhan Xiuyuan still teased him: "Old Zhan, my eldest daughter-in-law is the best director of obstetrics and gynecology at the provincial level. If the embryo itself is not good, don't force it. I will ask my daughter-in-law to help." Give Xiao Nian an abortion..."

Mr. Yan was so anxious that he overturned Zhan Xiuyuan's chessboard angrily after hearing his words, and then left resentfully.

After he got in the car, he called Yan Xijing.

Called for a long time, but no one answered.

He couldn't find anyone, so he called his able men to investigate Yan Xijing's whereabouts.

After about 2 minutes, the investigation will have the results.

"Master, Master Jiu is in Nanwan Villa." After a pause, he added, "Master Jiu also took Wen Shuning over."

After the sound fell, Mr. Yan frowned deeply, and let out a low growl angrily: "You immediately tie him up to Shengjing Union Medical College Hospital."

"Yes."

"Send me the phone number of that bastard Wen Shuning."

"Okay, sir."

One minute later, Mr. Yan called Wen Shuning.

At this time, Wen Shuning was practicing the newly composed piece in the creative room.

Because of her leg injury, she now needs to rest and is not suitable for activities. She has nothing to do and can only practice the violin to pass the time.

The mobile phone on the desk rang, and she picked it up to take a look.

She hesitated for a few seconds and refused to answer the strange caller ID.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Xijing, who finished her business in the study, came in with a glass of freshly squeezed juice.

When Wen Shuning saw him, a gentle smile curled up on the corner of her lips: "Are you done?"

Yan Xijing put the juice on the desk beside her, took the violin away from her, and said with a gentle look: "I'm sorry, because of me, you have been wronged a lot these days."

Wen Shuning was only 'redempted' by Yan Xijing this morning after negotiating terms with Mr. Yan.

As a condition for 'redeeming' Wen Shuning back, Yan Xijing promised Mr. Yan not to divorce Mo Nian.

Before Wen Shuning was 'redempted' by him, she was locked up by Mr. Yan in a rural chicken farm on the outskirts of the city for three days. These three days were definitely the worst experience Wen Shuning had ever experienced, and the most embarrassing humiliation.

When Yan Xijing saw her at the chicken farm, she was locked in a chicken coop surrounded by chicken manure, and she was in a mess.

At that time, Mr. Yan pointed at Wen Shuning in the chicken cage, and sneered at Yan Xijing, "This kind of dirty and dirty pheasant, isn't it disgusting to you?"

Wen Shuning will never forget Mr. Yan's eyes full of contempt and disdain. That kind of deep contempt overflowed from the bottom of her bones. At that time, she swore that one day, she would let out a bad breath.

The first step to get angry is to hook up that old man's son.

Didn't he call her a pheasant?
Then let him see what her 'pheasant' means.

Thinking of this, Wen Shuning buried her face in the chest of the man leaning over her, her voice pressed against his white shirt, and her breath was blowing on him slowly through a thin layer of fabric.

"If you really feel guilty, then stay with me these few days. I'm quite afraid that your father will deal with me again by any means."

Her voice was very soft, but there was an arrogance that could not be ignored in the softness.

Yan Xijing really felt guilty.

First of all, when they had a car accident, under the critical situation, Wen Shuning protected him regardless of personal safety, which moved Yan Xijing very much.

Secondly, Wen Shuning was originally hospitalized because of his injury, and later was arrested by the old man because of him...

Therefore, Yan Xijing now indulged Wen Shuning a little more.

He raised his hand to touch her back, and hummed lightly.

After Wen Shuning heard his response, a triumphant smile overflowed from his face buried in his heart.

She hugged his waist, seldom in a coquettish tone: "I'm a little tired, can you carry me back to the room to rest?"

Yan Xijing carried her out of the wheelchair as she wished.

The moment she rose and fell, she wrapped her arms around Yan Xijing's neck and offered her red lips.

She knows all the preferences of men, including this one.

Therefore, Yan Xijing responded quite cooperatively.

After returning to the master bedroom, the two felt a little bit inseparable. It was Yan Xijing who was afraid of hurting her foot, so she stopped in time: "Forget it today, you hurt your leg."

Among all Wen Shuning's spare tires, she clearly knew that Yan Xijing was the kind of man who would least fall in love with her, and the biggest sacrifice he could make was probably to spend time with her.

Therefore, if she wants to maintain such a long-term relationship with Yan Xijing, she must make Yan Xijing always remember the strong shock she brought him in this aspect, so that he can only think of her when the night is quiet.

Therefore, she refused, and hooked the zipper of his trousers, "For you, I can do anything..."

Yan Xijing's eyes darkened, and just when he was hesitating, the cell phone in his trouser pocket vibrated.

He calmed down a little, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, glanced at Mr. Yan's, frowned, but still held the mobile phone and walked outside to the balcony.

As soon as the phone was connected, Mr. Yan's exasperated voice came: "Go to the hospital quickly, Xiao Nian is pregnant and has a threatened miscarriage."

After the sound fell, Yan Xijing was stunned.

Pregnant?
how come?
He can't seem to remember, when was the last time he touched Mo Nian?

Was it half a year ago?

Or after a certain drunk last time?
His brain was a little confused, and he didn't speak for a long time, but Mr. Yan's voice continued: "Beast, if you don't come, I want you to look good."

After Mr. Yan finished yelling, he hung up Yan Xijing's phone with a click.

Yan Xijing stood on the balcony for a long time. He didn't return to his room until he felt a little chilly on his body.

Because she was thinking about things and didn't pay much attention, she ignored Wen Shuning who was already almost completely naked on the bed.

It was Wen Shuning who noticed that his expression was not right, and called him before he stopped.

"Xijing, what's wrong with you? Is something wrong?"

Hearing this, Yan Xijing raised his head and looked at her.

She was good looking, always good looking.

Not only the appearance, but also every aspect, including when serving him, is also ingenious to make him feel comfortable.

But right now, he was inexplicably not interested.

He said: "Be careful of catching a cold. I'm going to the hospital. If you have something to do, ask the maid to do it."

Wen Shuning was embarrassed for a few seconds, subconsciously raised the quilt to cover herself, and asked, "Yes...Miss Wen, what's wrong?"

"She is pregnant!"