Cat boyfriend is too difficult to serve

"An Xia, you are a smart person, if you know some things you shouldn't know, don't ask more questions, do you know?"

There was even a smile in the curator's words, but it made An Xia's hair stand on end.

The threat in the words is obvious.

The Siamese cat looked up at An Xia when she heard the movement. She pursed her lips tightly, and her lower lip was a little pale because of the loss of rosiness.

"You also know that the cultural relics garden sends in tens of thousands of cultural relics every day. It's not unacceptable to make a small mistake once in a while, right?"

The curator's voice was as simple and honest as ever.

An Xia thought of the righteous words said by the curator, but felt sick for a while.

"Yes." She clenched her hands tightly and reluctantly answered.

"I just love talking to smart people."

Immediately afterwards, the curator spoke a few words of comfort, and An Xia absent-mindedly responded.

When the phone hung up, she called the police.

When the phone presses 1, a text message comes from the phone.

An Guofeng's photo was included in the pre-order information.

"Weigh your own weight before doing anything, it's too easy to let a person disappear."

She moved her lips, her thumb was trembling, but she couldn't press it down, so cruel, she closed her eyes and put the phone back in her handbag.

It was the first time she saw her own powerlessness, and she was inevitably a little disheartened sitting on a park bench.

Sensing her emotions, the Siamese cat stuck out its tongue and licked An Xia's face for the first time.

An Xia hugged it a little tighter: "Am I very useless? I could call the police, but I backed down because I was threatened and afraid that something would happen to my dad."

Of course the Siamese cat couldn't answer her question, it could only comfort her over and over again.

"Fortunately, you are by my side."

The Siamese cat was taken home by An Xia, and jumped into the room in three steps, took out the old mobile phone, and sent a message to the assistant.

The last time the assistant received a message from Yu Chen was a week ago, and he pressed his phone a little excitedly: "Brother Chen, you finally sent me a message, where have you been all this time? Your news is raging, when do you plan to send me a message?" return?"

"How did the auction go?"

"all the best."

Yu Chen felt relieved, thought for a while and said, "Check out the curator of the xx Museum, I suspect he is behind the scenes smuggling cultural relics."

The assistant has always obeyed Yu Chen's orders.

After ordering the people below to solve the matter, he hurriedly sent a message: "Then when will you come back?"

After a long time there was no response.

"...?"

After all, Yu Chen still didn't say when he would come back.

On Tuesday, the aroma of coffee came from the tea room, An Xia poured a cup of coffee and tasted it carefully.

I felt a burst of eyes on myself.

She followed her gaze and met the curator's small eyes.

Subconsciously, thinking of everything he did, he was both angry and disgusted.

The colleague gently pushed her waist with his elbow: "What's going on today, the curator has seen you several times just now."

An Xia twitched the corner of her mouth: "Who knows."

Ma Lu came out of the curator's office: "An Xia, the curator asked you to go in."

An Xia knocked on the door.

"Come in."

After An Xia entered the office, the curator deliberately left it there, without saying why or doing anything.

It wasn't until 10 minutes later that the curator seemed to notice An Xia.

"Look at me, I'm too busy to forget. Sit down, what do you want to drink?"

The curator had a kind smile, his eyes were narrowed into a slit, but it was as if it was mechanically applied to his face, stiff and ugly.

"No need, curator, do you have anything to do with me?"

An Xia looked at the curator with a smile, she couldn't find any dissatisfaction with the perfect mask.

"Sit down as soon as I tell you." The curator changed his face.

An Xia could only sit down.

The curator's expression softened a bit: "Yesterday, my attitude was a bit too much. I didn't scare you. There is still a lot of pressure in our position. I am very happy that you can understand me."

An Xia didn't speak, and he really didn't see any pressure in him.

"I've done what you said, and I hope you will keep your promise." An Xia didn't like his tricks, and gave him a sweet date for every blow. There was no reason to do so.

The curator paused for a moment with a smile, and he wanted to relax, but he didn't expect her to tear his face directly, making the situation very embarrassing.

"If it's okay, then I'll go out first."

There's not much to say about this kind of scum.

The curator looked at her back and sneered, really shameless.

However, thinking about An Xia's figure just now, the bulging and backwards are a little bit unexpected.

I just don't know what it tastes like, anyway, it's all fat to the mouth, so I don't eat it for nothing.

When Manjusri came back from the rain, his body was ticking, but the Mala Tang in his hand was still intact and warm.

An Xia threw a towel over for her.

"It's raining heavily outside, it's so late... Hey, you want to go out?"

Wenshu also wanted to share his Malatang with An Xia.

An Xia shook her phone: "The bald curator asked me to send a document."

"What important documents do you have to deliver at this time? Can't it be tomorrow? It's raining so much outside."