"Anxia, you are a smart person, there are some things that you shouldn't know, don't ask more?"

The curator even had a smile in his words, but it made An Xia feel creepy.

The threat in the words is clear.

Siamese Cat heard the movement and looked up at Anxia, she pursed her lips, her lower lip a little white from the loss of ruddyness.

"You also know that the Cultural Relics Garden sends thousands of cultural relics every day, and it's not intolerable to make a small mistake once in a while, right?"

The curator's voice was as honest as ever.

An Xia thought of the righteous and awe-inspiring words said by the curator, but she only felt sick.

"Yes." She tightened her hands, reluctantly answering.

"I just like to talk to smart people."

Immediately after that, the curator reassured a few more words, and An Xia responded absentmindedly.

When the phone hung up, she called the police.

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

In the pre-received information is a photo of An Guofeng.

"It's too easy to weigh yourself before you do anything, and make a person disappear."

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

For the first time, she saw her powerlessness, and it was inevitable that she would be a little disheartened as she sat on a park bench.

The Siamese cat felt her emotions and stuck out her tongue for the first time to lick Ansha's face.

An Xia hugged it a little tighter: "Am I useless, I could have called the police, but I was afraid that my father would have an accident because I was threatened, so I retreated." ”

Of course, the Siamese cat could not answer her questions, but could only comfort her over and over again.

"I'm glad I had you by my side."

The Siamese cat was taken home by Anxia and jumped into the room in three steps, took out his 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 was a little excited with his mobile phone: "Brother Chen, you finally sent me a message, where have you been during this time?" Your news is boiling, when do you plan to come back? ”

"How's the auction going?"

"All the best."

Yu Chen was relieved, thought about it and said: "The director of the XX Museum, you check, I suspect that he is smuggling cultural relics behind his back." ”

The assistant has always obeyed Yu Chen's orders.

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

There was no response after half a day.

“……？”

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

On Tuesday, the aroma of coffee came from the pantry, and Anxia poured a cup of coffee and savored it.

I felt a wave of gaze wandering over me.

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

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

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

Anxia tugged at the corners of her mouth: "Who knows." ”

Ma Lu came out of the curator's office: "Anxia, the curator will let you in." ”

Ansha knocked on the door.

"Come in."

After An Xia entered the office, the curator deliberately hung there, neither saying why nor doing anything.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that the curator seemed to have discovered Anxia's person.

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

The curator smiled kindly, his eyes narrowed into slits, but it was as if he had been stiffened on his face, stiff and ugly.

"No need, Curator, do you have something to do with me?"

An Xia looked at the curator with a smile, and the perfect mask couldn't pick out the slightest dissatisfaction.

"If you sit down, sit down." The curator's face changed.

Anxia had no choice but to sit down.

The curator's expression softened: "Yesterday's attitude was a little too much, I didn't scare you, there is still a lot of pressure to bear in our position, you can understand that I am still very happy." ”

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

"I've done what you said, and I hope you'll keep your promise." An Xia is not interested in his set, and he will give a sweet date with a stick, and there is no reason to do this.

The curator smiled and paused, he still wanted to ease up, but he didn't expect her to tear her face directly, and it was very embarrassing to make the situation worse.

"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, it was really embarrassing.

However, thinking about Anxia's figure just now, the convex and backward curved is still a bit expected.

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

Manjushri came back in the rain, and his body was dripping, but the spicy tang on his hand was still intact and warm.

Ansha threw her a towel.

"It's raining so hard outside, so late...... Hey, you're going out? ”

Manjushri also wanted to share his spicy tang with Anxia.

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

"What important documents do you have to send over at this time? Won't it work tomorrow? It's raining so hard outside. ”