The rise of the fast-moving boss

Chapter 572 I Sell Bowls of Soup in Hell 5
"By the way, why did Xiao Mengyao ask this all of a sudden?" Bai Wuchang looked at Anhao suspiciously, pinched her face, "Could it be that you met that boy?"

Anhao blinked: "No, I just thought of it when I came here. Let's go, Sister Bai, let's hand over the work~"

"alright."

……

When the god of death came to the underworld, Anhao had already started cooking soup on the Mengpo Bridge.

This Mengpo soup is made of Wangchuan water and some special ingredients from the underworld. It is very complicated and troublesome to make, and you have to pay attention to the heat. Fortunately, the tools are quite complete now, so Anhao cooks the soup It's still very convenient to come.

The work of extradition is completed every day from 5:11 am to 12:8 am and from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm.

So An Hao got up very early and went to Meng Po Bridge to cook soup.

Soon, the Mengpo soup was ready—the soup was ginger yellow, slightly transparent, colorless and tasteless.

"Meng Yao."

Just as An Hao was pouring the soup from the pot into the soup bucket, a voice sounded behind her.

Hearing this voice, An Hao didn't stop moving, as if she didn't hear it, she continued to Tang.

"Meng Yao, come back with me."

Seeing that An Hao didn't pay attention to him, the god of death frowned slightly, and walked directly towards An Hao, until he walked in front of her: "I'm talking to you, don't pretend to be stupid."

"Heh." Anhao snorted softly, raised her eyes slowly, and looked at the face of Death with a trace of disdain, "Is this your attitude when you invite me back?"

"Please?" Grim Reaper narrowed his eyes and smiled ironically, "Do you think I'm asking you to go back?"

Ouch, this big pig's trotter is really owed~
Anhao put down the spoon heavily, crossed her arms, and looked at the God of Death with a cold face: "Looran, you hate me so much, I'm afraid you wish I would never go back in the underworld, right? If I'm not wrong, you now Come to me, is it the meaning of Pluto?"

"So what?" Reaper didn't think there was any problem with his attitude, "It's already my biggest concession that I can come to you!"

...and the biggest concession...

What a big face?
Is it so————big?
Anhao felt that she had to change the God of Death's perception of Meng Yao—the Meng Yao now is not a soft bun, not the Meng Yao who is full of love for the God of Death, and will no longer have tolerance and tolerance for him!
"Loolan, who do you think you are?" At this moment, An Hao exudes the aura of a king, looking at the god of death aggressively, "You are the son of Hades, the god of death in the underworld, your status is not bad;
But I am the niece of Hades, the daughter of the previous Hades!My status is not lower than yours!
Why are you yelling at me?Looran, please figure it out, you have no right to treat me like this! "

Do you really think that everyone in the world is your mother, and you are the biggest in the world?
Sao Nian, wake up, stop dreaming!
The god of death was taken aback by Anhao's words. He knew that Meng Yao liked him, and he always spoke softly to him—last time he just thought that Meng Yao was so fierce when she became angry from embarrassment, but now...

She has really become fierce.

No, it is very fierce!

"Why, don't you understand me?" An Hao looked at the god of death in a daze, and couldn't help smiling slantingly, "Then let me make it clear—Loolan, you are not welcome here! Get out!"

Ma Dan, it's so cool to say!
"...You let me go?"

The god of death's brain froze for a few seconds before finally reacting, and looked at Anhao in disbelief.

Anhao rolled her eyes: "If you are not deaf, it is what you hear!"

After finishing speaking, Anhao didn't bother to pay any attention to it, and continued with the work at hand.

It will be five o'clock soon, and the extradition work will begin.

"Meng Yao! You..."

"Who are you? Why is your tone so disrespectful to Yaoyao?" Just as the god of death was about to say something angrily, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

An Hao turned her head to look, but saw Hei Wuchang with a cold face.

"Brother Hei!" Seeing Hei Wuchang, An Hao immediately laughed and called out sweetly.

In addition to Heiwuchang, Niutou Mamian and the others and several other underworld servants also came over.

However, at this moment they all looked at the god of death with dissatisfaction - Heiwuchang was purely because he drank too much at the time and couldn't remember what the god of death looked like, but the other ghosts knew the god of death!
So the horse face next to Heiwuchang gave him a popular science, and Heiwuchang looked at the god of death with colder eyes immediately!

"Reaper? Hehe... The bully has come to our underworld?" Heiwuchang looked at Reaper coldly, as if he was going to beat Reaper up in the next second!
Reaper frowned slightly and looked at these ghosts, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that these ghosts must be helping Meng Yao, and if he continued to talk nonsense, there would be no good results.

So he glanced at Anhao, and said in a low voice, "Come back with me, I don't care about your destruction of Zhumanhuahai!"

Anhao: ...→_→

This kid is afraid that he came here before he woke up.

"I'll say it again, her broken flowers have nothing to do with me!" An Hao snorted coldly, without controlling her volume at all, "Please figure it out, it's not that you don't want to pursue it, but I want to! "

"Wow! How dare you threaten our little Yaoyao!" Hearing this, Ma Mian immediately cried out, rolling up his sleeves, and was about to start, "Damn, I've been displeased with you for a long time!"

Seeing that he was about to make a move, An Hao hurriedly stopped Ma Mian.

She sneered, "Uncle Ma, calm down!"

"I can't calm down!" Ma Mian roared angrily, and even the other errands seemed to come up to help at any time.

Anhao blinked and coughed lightly: "Uncle Ma, calm down...you can't beat him!"

Horse face: ... (-ι_-)
Ghosts are hard to tear down, Xiao Yaoyao.

"You go, I won't go back." After the stopped horse face, An Hao turned her head and frowned to look at Death, "You can be with whoever you want, and I don't bother.

In the future, we will return from bridge to bridge, and from road to road, just be a husband and wife on the surface. "

"Are you really not going back with me?" Death narrowed his eyes and asked again.

An Hao said lightly: "Sure!"

"Okay, you said it yourself!" The God of Death snorted coldly, then turned and left directly after speaking.

"Bah! What a joke!" Looking at the back of the god of death leaving without hesitation, Ma rolled his eyes and let out a vicious "Bah"!
But Niutou looked at Anhao and sighed: "Little Mengyao, you are good in everything, but you don't have a good look at men..." This looks like a scumbag, right?
Apart from a face and a bit of strength that can make do with it, what else is there to catch the eye?
　La la la~ It's been a long time since I asked for a ticket for potato shreds... I decided to ask for a wave of tickets~ baji~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)