The boss of the empire was blown up by me

Zhan Jiuxiao thought for a while and said:

"It's possible... After all, he's single, and it's the first time he's been so interested in a woman.

If he really wanted to trouble that little girl, he wouldn't go to such lengths to arrest her without hurting her, and he probably fell in love with her. "

"Then you call me Smith, and I will negotiate with him? Or, you take the lead and have a dinner, and I will bring Zhou Zhou with my friend to apologize to him in person? In short, Zhou Zhou is innocent and not suitable for him. wealthy."

Zhan Jiuxiao clicked his tongue, and asked strangely: "You act like your own sister, protecting her like this?"

Zhan Xijue ignored him and directly cut off his phone.

He drove directly to Zhu Fen's house.

Almost an hour later, I met Smith in a star hotel.

It was Zhan Jiuxiao who facilitated the dinner, so he was also present, and arrived earlier than Zhan Xijue and the others.

When he arrived, Smith was feeding a hawk, and the hawk followed its master, and refused to eat even the meat from the tendon of the ox in its beak.

It wants to eat beef heart.

After Smith had someone slice the heart of the calf that had just been airlifted in, he began feeding it piece by piece with silver tongs.

When Zhan Jiuxiao arrived, he had just finished feeding the eagle.

The eagle with black and shiny hair, sharp beak and sharp claws, and fierce eagle eyes, just like his master.

Smith has a good relationship with Zhan Jiuxiao. When he saw Zhan Jiuxiao coming, he asked someone to take down the eagle to serve him, and he came to receive him himself.

Orientals like to drink tea. After making a cup of tea for Zhan Jiuxiao, Smith began to chat with Zhan Jiuxiao about business affairs.

After about 5 minutes like this, Zhan Xijue, Zhu Fen and Zhu Zhouzhou arrived.

As soon as they arrived, Zhan Jiuxiao and Smith stopped talking.

The former set his eyes on...a man in navy blue overalls, while the latter stared at the young girl beside the man in navy blue overalls.

Zhan Jiuxiao looked at Zhu Fen, and Smith looked at Zhu Zhouzhou.

Both gazes were extremely hot, but they expressed different interests.

Smith spoke first, and he said to Zhu Zhouzhou, "Come here, I won't hit you."

Zhu Zhouzhou's father is in the fishing business, and Zhu Zhouzhou's mother is a veterinarian, but she originally majored in Chinese medicine, and the demand for Chinese medicine abroad is low, so she opened a pet hospital.

However, her Chinese medicine skills did not fall behind, and all of them were played on Zhu Zhouzhou.

Therefore, Zhu Zhouzhou's body has been well conditioned by her mother who is good at making medicinal food since she was a child, and this kind of goodness is also reflected in her figure.

For example, if she is a little fat, the one who should be meaty must be very meaty, and the one who should be thin does not have much meat.

Visually, I think she is slightly plump, but because she has a soft and cute face, I don't think her figure is hot and hot, but it still makes men itch.

Otherwise, Smith would not go out in person.

Yes, he took a fancy to this oriental woman who dared to knock out his teeth.

However, Zhu Zhouzhou is not a temperament that can be manipulated by others.

Therefore, after Smith's voice fell, she did not go over, but bowed to him politely, and said apologetically:
"Mr. Smith, I was the one who admitted the wrong person that day, so I accidentally called the wrong person. I hope you can forgive me."

After she finished speaking, Smith laughed, which made Zhu Zhouzhou feel chills down his spine:
"I have a face so popular that you can recognize the wrong person?" Isn't I handsome?
Zhu Zhouzhou puffed his face, and said in an innocent tone, "I'm sorry, I have prosopagnosia."

Smith: "..."

While Smith was choking, it was Zhan Jiuxiao's turn to speak.

He raised his chin to Zhan Xijue, and said sarcastically, "Tsk, it's really unyielding to say that you are brothers and sisters!"

Zhan Xijue raised his eyebrows and didn't understand for a moment.

At this moment, Zhan Jiuxiao pointed to the man in dark blue overalls beside him, and said with a smile, "Why don't you introduce me?"

Zhan Xijue: "My brother, Zhu Fen."

At this time, Zhan Jiuxiao, who was drinking tea from a teacup, choked.

After he was choked and coughed several times, he satirized in a lazy tone: "You...one pig food, one pig manure, very good."

Zhan Xijue squinted his eyes, "Everyone is a man, can you open up the point? Girls chirp, talk insinuating, interesting?"

At this moment, Zhan Jiuxiao took out his mobile phone, and while digging out An Xiaoqi's number and dialing it, he said to Zhan Xijue:

"Your brain is broken, and you don't understand even if I tell you, so I'll find someone who can understand."

Zhan Xijue: "..."

Zhu Fen vaguely heard a trace of information from their conversation. Before Zhan Jiuxiao's phone was connected by An Xiaoqi, he said, "You know me?"

Zhan Jiuxiao pulled his lips:
"It's strange, anyway, when we were young, we almost grew up wearing crotch pants together. Seeing what you said, your brain is also broken?"

Zhu Fen: "..."

At this time, An Xiaoqi connected to Zhan Jiuxiao's call.

Ever since Zhan Jiuxiao had Zhu Jiaojiao tied up and caused so many troubles for An Xiaoqi, An Xiaoqi didn't treat him well.

As soon as she made a phone call, she said impatiently, "Master Zhan, what are your orders?"

There was some playfulness in Zhan Jiuxiao's tone, and he said with a smile:

"I heard that you have a very good relationship with that widow of the Yan family. After you woke up in a vegetative state after lying in bed for several years, she flew over thousands of miles to see you. Is there such a thing?"

An Xiaoqi never thought that Zhan Jiuxiao would chat with her boringly, so after Zhan Jiuxiao finished speaking, she said:

"Zhan Jiuxiao, if you have anything to say, just say it directly, can you not beat around the bush? I don't have time to listen to your nonsense!"

Zhan Jiuxiao let out a hey, and stopped teasing her, "I'm at the Galaxy Hotel, come over here."

An Xiaoqi: "I'm not free, even if I was free, I wouldn't run over for no reason..."

Before Zhan Jiuxiao could finish her sentence, he cut off An Xiaoqi's phone call.

Afterwards, he raised his mobile phone and took a photo of the man named Zhu Fen, then passed the photo on and sent it to An Xiaoqi.

About a minute later, An Xiaoqi called back.

After Zhan Jiuxiao deliberately exposed her for more than ten seconds, he connected the phone, "Are you willing to come?"

An Xiaoqi's voice was calm after being forced to calm down, "Is he really Yan Xijing?"

"Just looking at the surface is right."

An Xiaoqi: "Why do you..."

Zhan Jiuxiao knew what she was going to ask, and said:

"Either way, these two dogs with broken brains can become good brothers in a pair of pants. They are both plane crashes, and they are all... resurrected from the dead. Come here directly."

After speaking, An Xiaoqi's phone was hung up.

At this time, An Xiaoqi had not yet arrived at James Manor.

She took out her mobile phone and called Ade, asking him to go to the manor to take care of the twins, otherwise ordinary people would not be able to scare them.

After settling down, she clicked on Mo Nian's wechat avatar.

The latest chat message above was sent by Mo Nian half an hour ago, the content is:
[I took my child to burn incense for him today, and told him that I don't want to keep watch for him anymore! 】

The Yanxijing Air Crash was two years earlier than Zhan Xijue. Since his accident, Mo Nian has been widowed for him for almost seven years.

Mo Nian has been obsessed with Yan Xijing since she was a girl, and she dedicated her most precious and beautiful years as a woman to Yan Xijing.

Now, she finally thought about it, and planned to start a new relationship again, Yan Xijing unexpectedly came back from the 'death' again.

How could An Xiaoqi tell her this?
Of course, although An Xiaoqi didn't know how to tell her it would be better, but she knew that Mo Nian must know about it.

Therefore, in the end, she only sent Mo Nian a photo of Yan Xijing without editing any text.

When Mo Nian saw this WeChat message, she was sorting out the old things of Yan Xijing in the Yan Mansion in Yandang Mountain, as well as the wedding photos they took when they got married.

Mo Nian intends to set these... things on fire, after all, it reminds her of the painful past.

However, when she saw the WeChat message sent by An Xiaoqi, she stopped what she was doing.

The photo is taken casually, but the photo pixel is very high.

After Mo Nian enlarged the photo, he looked at the man on it carefully, but there were not many surprises.

She doesn't know what kind of psychology she is.

Probably a kind of, oh, this man who is her legal husband is still alive.

Well, she has to tell her father-in-law about this, and then get his people back. As for other things, she hasn't thought of them yet.

……

Mo Nian called her an hour after reading An Xiaoqi's WeChat message.

At that time, An Xiaoqi had already met Yan Xijing, and he was sure that Yan Xijing, like Zhan Xijue, was out of his mind.

Well, not only is his brain broken, but he also seems to be unable to walk very well on one leg, which is a bit sloping. Of course, you can't see it unless you look carefully.

According to An Xiaoqi's understanding, the family that saved Yanxijing is much better than the Zhu family, and it is not as bloody and weird as the Zhu family. If you want to recognize him as a godson and son-in-law or something.

Not only did that family not exist, but they often helped him find out the whereabouts of his family members.

In short, An Xiaoqi's first impression of Zhu Zhouzhou was good, and her first impression of Zhu Fen after amnesia was also reasonable.

After she explained everything she knew to Mo Nian, she said to Mo Nian:
"If you come to California City, tell me the flight in advance, and I will send a car to pick you up then."

Hearing this, Mo Nian on the phone hesitated for a moment, and asked An Xiaoqi: "Did you... tell him about me?"

An Xiaoqi said: "No, I think it's better for you to decide this matter."

Mo Nian: "Okay."

After the two finished talking, An Xiaoqi turned around and almost bumped into Yan Xijing who was looking for her.

She looked at the strong and tall man in front of her, "...what's the matter?"

Even though he was wearing the cheapest overalls, the gentle temperament in the man's bones has never been diminished.

After An Xiaoqi finished speaking, he asked straight to the point: "I...do I have a wife at home who doesn't have very good legs?"

This is what Zhan Jiuxiao told him when he said something earlier.

An Xiaoqi looked at his handsome face that became more masculine after years of baptism, smiled warmly, and said:
"You heard the news from the old Huangli. Her leg that was injured because of you has been healed now."

After the sound fell, the man asked again: "Then how about my relationship with her husband and wife?"

An Xiaoqi asked back: "What do you think?"

"A woman who can be my widow for seven years must love me very much?"

An Xiaoqi sneered: "Your invincible and powerful self-confidence is exactly the same as Mr. Zhan. You are really closer than brothers."

Yan Xijing: "How did you see that?"

An Xiaoqi thought for a while and said:
"Well... the woman you cheated on in your marriage was Zhan Zhan's favorite back then, and the two brothers didn't break up because of it. Do you think you are very close? Even closer than homosexuals!"

"..."

After being silent for nearly ten seconds, Yan Xijing asked in confusion again: "She is willing to be a widow for seven years after having an affair in marriage. Isn't this love?"

An Xiaoqi laughed angrily at his words, she thought for a while, and said:
"Well, at first I loved you so much that I almost died for you once, but... no amount of love from a woman can withstand the ruthless consumption of a man,
What's more, how much affection does she still have for you, a man who has been dead for seven years?

She is willing to guard, not because she really wants to be a widow for you, but because there is a young child behind her who needs to be raised by her,

Her natal family is no match for your Yan family. In order to provide a good environment for her child to grow up, she has to make a choice! "

Yan Xijing stopped talking again. It turned out that somewhere he didn't know, there was a woman who gave so much silently, and he had a child.

He wants to meet this amazing woman!

After a long silence, he said: "...can I trouble you to give me her contact information?"

An Xiaoqi clicked her tongue.

She felt that Yan Xijing after amnesia was really polite, much better than Zhan Xijue.

However, she rejected Yan Xijing's request: "Wait for her to find you, if she wants to see you."

Yan Xijing didn't speak, but An Xiaoqi turned around and prepared to leave.

It's just that, with her turning around, she bumped into the arms of Xijue Zhan who was walking towards her.

The man's chest was hard, and it made her nose sore and her eye sockets a little sour.

She rubbed her reddened nose, suppressed the anger in her chest, and when she was about to leave sideways, Xijue Zhan stood in front of her one step ahead of her.

An Xiaoqi: "..."

Zhan Xijue bowed his head, his eyes locked on her brows and eyes, and there was a smile in his eyes, with a calm tone:

"Yunlan just called and asked if you were still going tonight? He said that he will return to the empire soon, and there are not many days to be close to you."

As soon as these words came out, An Xiaoqi was caught in a weak spot. She took a deep breath and said calmly:
"I'll go back to the apartment next time, let him come and live with me at night."

Zhan Xijue has no objection to this: "Then since it's on the way, can Ms. An take me home with me?"

An Xiaoqi frowned: "Didn't you change to a coquettish sports car?"

After his words fell, Zhan Xijue took out the car keys and threw them to Yan Xijing, "There are no more now, I borrowed the car from my brother."

An Xiaoqi: "..."

Seeing that she was very angry, Zhan Xijue pretended to sigh:
"Miss An, what are you doing just for a ride? Or is it that Miss An has a ghost in her heart, and she is afraid that staying with me for a long time will cause a spark of love for me, so she dare not get in close contact with me?"

An Xiaoqi ignored him directly.

She pushed him away and walked straight out of the box.

Zhan Xijue followed behind him unhurriedly.

The two got on the elevator one after another.

Although there were only the two of them in the elevator, Xi Jue changed from usual this time, and did not brazenly take advantage of An Xiaoqi.

When the elevator was about to reach the first floor, Ade called.

An Xiaoqi connected to Ade's phone when the elevator door opened.

As soon as the phone was connected, Ade's report came:
"Miss, the young master was beaten by Miss Sheng Sheng, and he lost a lot of blood. If you are fine, you should come back."

As soon as these words came out, An Xiaoqi's scalp was about to explode, and his heart was also panicked.

Her breathing was obviously stagnant, and after a few seconds of pause, she asked calmly, "Is the injury serious?"

"The injury is not serious. The family doctor has checked it. There is nothing serious. It is just that the young master was overly frightened and now has a high fever."

An Xiaoqi: "..."

"Miss Shengsheng was also frightened. She was afraid of being beaten, so she locked herself in the room and refused to open the door no matter who called her."

An Xiaoqi waited for Ade to finish speaking, and replied, "I'll go back right away."

An Xiaoqi hung up the phone and went to the parking lot to find her car.

Well, it was a critical moment when the chain dropped and the car couldn't start.

Zhan Xijue stood outside her car window, squinting his eyes and meditating on the woman's phone call he overheard earlier.

little master?
Miss Shengsheng?

Who are they?

What's the relationship with An Xiaoqi?
What kind of relationship was it that made her decisively give up accompanying their son and go back without hesitation?
Zhan Xijue felt that the cigarette in his mouth was tasteless, and he looked away from a distance, and fell on the beautiful woman who got out of the car at this time.

Her somewhat dreamy face, blurred by the light, was full of anxiety.

Zhan Xijue stubbed out the cigarette butt, raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "What's wrong?"

"The car is turned off."

Zhan Xijue snorted, "Then what? You still have to take a taxi back to the manor and leave our son alone?"

"..."

An Xiaoqi took a deep breath, thought for a while, and said:

"...I'm sorry, I will explain to Yunlan later, if I have time, I will go back to the apartment to see him after finishing the matter."

Hearing this, Zhan Xijue sneered lightly, and asked:

"Miss An, I'm quite curious. What kind of urgent matter can make you abandon your son?"

An Xiaoqi was choked and speechless.

Zhan Xijue changed the subject abruptly at this time, and suddenly asked: "The young master and Miss Shengsheng mentioned on the phone just now, who are they?"

An Xiaoqi's heart skipped a beat, panic flashed across her eyes, and she immediately said, "It has nothing to do with you."

Zhan Xijue sneered:
"How could it be irrelevant? Originally, you were going to accompany my son, but it turned out that you chose to abandon him because of these two people.

To put it bluntly, this is causation.Thinking about it deeply, these two people are more important to you than our son,

As the father of the child, shouldn't I ask? "

An Xiaoqi didn't want to have too much involvement with Zhan Xijue, it was impossible for her to let Zhan Xijue know about the twins.

So, even though she was annoyed by Zhan Xijue's words, she didn't say anything.

At this moment, she took out her mobile phone, opened the car-hailing software, and prepared to call a car.

Zhan Xijue glanced at her, at this moment he took out his phone and found out Zhan Yunlan's phone number, and when he was about to call in front of An Xiaoqi, he said to her:

"Since Miss An is so cruel, you should explain it to our son yourself, so that he won't wait for us to go back together and eat the dinner he made for us."

Originally, An Xiaoqi felt uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart.

As soon as these words came out, An Xiaoqi felt even more uncomfortable.

Just when she was about to say something, her cell phone was called again, this time it was not Ade, but Zhan Yunsheng.

An Xiaoqi frowned, and when she was about to answer the phone, Zhan Xijue snatched the phone, and turned on the speaker in the next second.

As soon as the phone was connected, there was a milky voice that only a little girl could have:
"Mummy, Shengsheng is wrong, don't get spanked for Shengsheng, after Mommy comes back, will you be rich so that you don't want to spank Shengsheng?"

The child's soft voice was still echoing in the air very clearly, Zhan Xijue's emotions went from shock to doubt in only two or three seconds, as if there was no particularly violent emotional fluctuation in his heart,

But he knew that all the nerves in his body were stretched to the extreme because of the little girl's voice, as if they were about to break in the next second.

Before An Xiaoqi came over to snatch the phone from him, he said to the little girl on the other end of the phone without emotion: "I'm not your mommy!"

Hearing this, Zhan Yunsheng on the other end of the phone twisted his nose with a tissue, and asked politely and obediently:

"Count up, who are you? Are you with my mommy? Are you rich enough to let my mommy answer the phone?"

Zhan Xijue turned off the loudspeaker, held the phone to his ear, and said in an emotionless tone, "Who is your mommy? What's her name?"

This question stumped Zhan Yunsheng for several seconds, she thought for a long time before saying obediently and softly:

"My mommy has many names. The English name is Anqi, the Chinese name is An Xiaoqi, the nickname is Qiqi, Xiaoqi... and Qibao... There are so many."

If Zhan Xijue thought that this child had nothing to do with An Xiaoqi before, then... now he can basically be sure that this child also belongs to An Xiaoqi.

He didn't know how he felt, as if his emotions had swelled to the extreme at once, but disappeared without a trace in the next second.

He clasped An Xiaoqi's wrist with one hand, pressed her against the car window to prevent her from moving, held the mobile phone in the other hand and continued talking to the little girl on the other end, "...what's your name?"

"Me?"

Zhan Yunsheng, who is already five years old, can already distinguish a lot, and has a strong subjective consciousness.

"You haven't told me yet, who are you? Why should I tell you? I asked you so many questions, but you didn't answer any of them. Are you a thief? You stole my mommy's cell phone?"

Zhan Xijue thinks this kid is very interesting, and the hostility in him has dropped a lot at this moment, and his voice is soft without knowing it:
"Your mommy and I are friends who have known each other many years ago. My name is Zhan Xijue. What about you? What's your name? How old are you?"

The sound fell, and soon the little girl's crisp, sweet and cheerful voice came from the phone's speaker:

"Count, is your surname Zhan? Me too. My first name is Zhan Yunsheng, and my nickname is Shengsheng. Mommy will call me a little bastard when she is angry, and call me a dog when she hits me..."