The boss of the empire was blown up by me

Zhan Xijue gracefully picked up the water glass, took a sip of the warm water, and said with a half-smile: "You want to divorce me because you think I'm a scumbag?"

An Xiaoqi felt that Zhan Xijue asked these questions inexplicably, and she said, "Isn't it because there is no love?"

Zhan Xijue raised his eyebrows and sneered: "You want me to love you?" After a pause, he emphasized coldly, "An Xiaoqi, don't be such an idiot, I can't possibly love you."

An Xiaoqi also mocked with a smile: "Don't worry, all the men in the world are dead, and I won't take your heart if you cut it in front of my eyes."

Zhan Xijue was angry again.

He pinched the water glass in his hand and cracked it.

Seeing this, An Xiaoqi couldn't help clapping her hands and applauding: "Mr. Zhan, what kind of internal strength have you cultivated? The internal strength is really deep."

While talking, the dishes came up one after another.

Zhan Xijue suppressed his unhappiness, and said coldly: "Eat your meal."

An Xiaoqi was indeed hungry too, seeing the delicious food, her mind was all on the food.

It was quite enjoyable to eat, and the small mouth was like a hamster, making a rustling sound.

Zhan Xijue's eyes fell on her shiny lips uncontrollably, and his eyes darkened: "You are not allowed to smack your lips while eating."

An Xiaoqi didn't, so she babbled very loudly, with a crunchy babble.

Zhan Xijue: "..."

The waiter brought the wine quickly.

When the waiter was about to open the bottle of Emperor Brew worth 800 million yuan, An Xiaoqi hurriedly stopped him: "I won't open this bottle, I'm going to take it away."

She plans to go to the imperial capital in the near future. The grandpa who is far away in the imperial capital is a greedy drinker. She wants to use this bottle of wine to buy people's hearts. "Open the other two bottles of Lafite."

According to the words, the waiter opened the Lafite.

At this moment, Zhan Xijue looked at An Xiaoqi carefully: "Ms. dog, don't tell me that you are going to give away the wine I bought?"

An Xiaoqi bit the crunchy yam slices, "Mr. Zhan, this is the first time we strictly have a delicious meal together, why don't you have a drink?"

While talking, An Xiaoqi had already poured red wine for Zhan Xijue, with a pure smile on his face: "Cheers, Mr. Zhan!"

Zhan Xijue was tickled by her bewitching laughter, now he wanted to get her drunk, and then do whatever he wanted with her.

Well, in fact, he thought so, so he did it.

It's just that An Xiaoqi's wine taste is extremely poor after being drunk.

How bad is it?
Crying and laughing for a while, and beating people.

Well, it's not the kind of hitting with a small fist, but the kind of hitting someone's head with a wine bottle.

Unfortunately, Zhan Xijue was beaten badly by the red wine bottle she picked up, which frightened the waiter.

"Mr. Zhan, are you alright?"

Zhan Xijue was so angry that he tore off his tie and tied An Xiaoqi up regardless of the fact that the back of his head was still bleeding.

After tying it up, he growled at the waiter: "Go get me a presidential suite!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhan." The waiter said tremblingly, "Then, shall I call you a doctor?"

"Call Tang Xiaosan to me."

Tang Xiaosan, Tang Yi, the third youngest of the Tang family, is also a frequent guest of Shengjing Hotel.

The waiter knew him, heyed quickly, and retreated.

A quarter of an hour later, Tang Yi, who lived nearby, appeared in the presidential suite opened by Zhan Xijue.

He looked at the injury on the back of Zhan Xijue's head with a strange expression, "Damn, who the hell did it? It's quite capable!"

Zhan Xijue kicked him: "Hurry up and bandage Lao Tzu's wound, and get out of here immediately after bandaging."

Zhan Xijue's injuries were not serious, but the back of his head was cut by glass shards, and he bled a bit, so it doesn't matter if he looks scary.

After Tang Yi bandaged his wound, Zhan Xijue mercilessly drove him away: "Get lost."

Tang Yi didn't want to leave. Although he lived nearby, it was very hard for him to run back and forth in the cold weather.

What's more, he has to work early tomorrow and has a heart bypass surgery to do.

He ugly refused: "I have an operation tomorrow morning, you want to torture me to death? I won't leave..."

After the sound fell, he saw An Xiaoqi walking out of the suite with sharp eyes.

Not only sharp-eyed, but also straight!
The little girl's long straight legs dazzled his eyes whitely.

He couldn't help but move his gaze upwards. It was a large white men's shirt. The length of the shirt just covered the little girl's thighs.

As the little girl walked, the hem of the shirt fluttered, making people unable to help but fantasize about it.

Zhan Xijue heard the sound of Tang Yi swallowing his saliva, and only later did he realize what Tang Yi was looking at.

Almost as soon as he realized this, Tang Yi was hit hard in the eye by Zhan Xijue, and with his scream, he was thrown out the door with the medicine box.

After Zhan Xijue threw Tang Yi out, he turned back with a chest full of anger.

He originally wanted to teach An Xiaoqi a shameless little boy, but when An Xiaoqi saw him, she threw herself into his arms and kept asking him.

"Why don't you want me anymore, why..."

She cried unbearably, very sad, leaving Zhan Xijue's anger nowhere to vent, so he resisted not yelling at her, but frowned and coaxed her: "I don't want you..."

"You have--!"

The little girl in her arms suddenly screamed, "You just don't want me...Wen Shiyu, you just don't want me. You don't want me, and you want to cut off my legs. I hate you!"

As soon as the sound fell, Zhan Xijue's anger that had not subsided exploded in an instant.

He pulled An Xiaoqi out of his arms, clasped her chin with one hand, and glared at her with red eyes: "An Xiaoqi, tell me clearly, what is your relationship with Wen Shiyu?"

After he finished yelling, the girl was taken aback for a moment, and neither cried nor made trouble.

After a while, she grabbed his arm and shook him: "Young Master Zhan, can you help me and collect the corpse for me... I will be a cow and a horse to repay you in the next life, okay?"

Hearing this, Zhan Xijue frowned deeply.

Collection?
What the hell is this dog woman talking about?
How could she say such a thing?

Could it be that she also had the same dream as him?
But what does she have to do with Wen Shiyu?
Obviously, his investigation was very clear, except for An Xiaoqi, who Wen Shiyu meddled near the castle manor last time and left the manor angrily after arguing with him, An Xiaoqi and Wen Shiyu had no intersection.

Zhan Xijue had no time to think about what went wrong.

Because An Xiaoqi vomited all over him, and also stained the shirt he put on for her earlier.

At this moment, Zhan Xijue wanted to strangle An Xiaoqi to death.

"An Xiaoqi—"

He gritted his teeth and growled.

An Xiaoqi pursed her mouth, and looked at him pitifully with her shining eyes: "Don't kill me..."

"Then be good to me."

An Xiaoqi looked at him misty and misty, and moaned pitifully: "What are you, I don't know."

"..."

Zhan Xijue took a deep breath, and told himself secretly, don't be angry, don't be angry, if you are angry, you will have trouble with yourself.

"Then be good, huh?" He coaxed her nicely.

An Xiaoqi hummed obediently.

"Take you to take a shower, don't make trouble, huh?"

An Xiaoqi nodded obediently again, "Okay."