Cat boyfriend is too difficult to serve

An Xia's head was completely sunk in the cultural relics box.

"Don't move, this is all my family's stuff, who gave you the courage? You are thieves, all of you are thieves!"

The childish voice was full of meaning, and the boy blocking the door was about four or five years old, wearing a white shirt, overalls, and a bow tie around his neck, giving him the feeling of a young master in Shanghai.

His black eyes were staring wide open, his hands were on his hips, he seemed to be in a fight, his little mouth was pouted high, adding a touch of cuteness for no reason.

"Who is this...?"

Someone asked this question, and someone continued to answer, "The young master of the Yu family, Yu Shuyi, let's go to the archaeological team to borrow cultural relics. He kicks and bites him. He is simply a devil in the world."

No wonder!
The children are very strong in their own domain, the tomb was excavated by an archaeological team organized by the Yu family, and Yu Shuyi took it as his own property.

An Xia listened to the left and the right, and she was completely reduced to the background board, and no one cared about the corpse lying on the ground. Feeling sad, she struggled to raise her head.

"puff--"

A mouthful of sand.

"Cough cough."

It felt as if something had slipped down his throat.

An Xia clutched her neck, her tongue drooping, pain was written all over her face, and she didn't care about the image problem, she clenched her palms into her sleeves and wiped the corners of her mouth indiscriminately.

"Young master, let's go home! I want antiques, and there are a lot of them at home. These are all junk, for them to learn a lot..."

The big black man who was suspected of being a bodyguard stepped over An Xia's 'corpse' and went straight to Yu Shuyi.

An Xia's face was full of black lines. Where did the brat come from? He was reckless and unreasonable!

"Hey, I mean little brat, do you think you can do whatever you want because you are cute? What about your parents?" An Xia spit out two mouthfuls of sand and stood up, glaring at Yu Shuyi with fury.

"It's up to you, old woman!"

Yu Shuyi gouged her out, and An Xia's face turned green.

She is only 25 years old, not to mention her looks are peerless, but fortunately, she has become an 'old eighth woman'!

"Boy, I don't mind educating you for your parents, teaching you how to write the word 'polite'!" An Xia sneered, squinting her eyes, gearing up, she is still very confident when dealing with a little kid, and she can handle it Throw it out of the museum like a chicken.

"How dare you!" Yu Shuyi shouted loudly, not weak.

"Young master..." Seeing this, the bodyguard hurriedly whispered something into Yu Shuyi's ear. Yu Shuyi's clean and fair face changed again and again, and finally, there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

After listening to the bodyguard's words, he nodded, raised his chin, and pointed his nostrils at An Xia, "I'm a troublemaker, I will come back again!"

What about making trouble?Who is tricky?
An Xia rolled her eyes, and didn't care about the bastard, but Yu Shuyi walked in front of her, stepping on the already riddled cultural relics box.

"Crack-"

It fell apart.

"Xiao Li, take good care of my Wangcai, go to the nearest pet hospital and give it some plush toys..."

The soft and waxy voice accompanied Yu Shuyi's disrespectful pace as he walked away. An Xia stared down at the cultural relics under his feet, wanting to cry but not crying.

What is this all about!
"Ah An Xia! An Xia, what do you want me to say about you? The only silk manuscript that I applied for was dropped like this. What do you want us to show this time? Put you up?"

In the office, An Xia lowered his head and endured the curator Chu Xiangrong's scolding and spitting, and the tide of aggrieved heart almost drowned him.

At that time, she wanted to hug a small box and be more secure.

Unexpectedly, Yu Shuyi came and knocked her out of shape. There was nothing left in the box containing the silk books except sand and foam paper. It is estimated that the small sample of the silk book had been broken into ashes.

It was an accident, and I couldn't blame her for it.

But the curator said: "If you are serious and stand firm as Mount Tai, can you fall? If you always remember that when you fall, you will fall on your back, can you fall?"

"I don't scold you, scolding you is a waste of emotion, you, suspend your job for a week from today! Don't even think about this month's bonus!" Chu Xiangrong saw that she was not humble, scolded her in a dull manner, and waved his hand. He looks like he hates iron but not steel.

"I'm sorry." An Xia whispered, her head hanging down, staring at her toes.

Whether it's black or white is up to her to decide, and she doesn't want to argue anymore.

That little bastard, if she meets her again, she must break his legs!
Bad luck!

bad luck! !
On the way home, An An kept filling his stomach with water, feeling depressed, like a deflated ball.

She graduated with a major in history and is quite interested in the study of antiquities. She finally had the opportunity to work in a museum through the recommendation of her tutor. Cultural relics are treasures, and if there is a slight mistake, she will lose her job.

Returning to the rental house, he took off his high heels, plunged into his room, threw his satchel by the bed, and An Xiasheng collapsed on the bed with nothing to love.

"Dog life is hard!" she wailed, as if she felt better this way.

"Meow……"

Suddenly, a slight cat meow rang in her ears, and a fluffy head poked out of the bag she put beside the bed, with blue eyes.

An Xia was stunned, and saw the cat come out of the bag, stretching its limbs and feet, stretching its body like water congealed.