Anxia's head was trapped in the artifact box.

"You are not allowed to move, this is all my family's stuff, who gave you the guts? You are thieves, you are all thieves! ”

The milky words were righteous and righteous, and the boy blocking the door was about four or five years old, with a white shirt and suspenders, and a bow tie around his neck, which felt like a young master in the Shanghai Tang era.

His black eyes were round, his hands were on his hips, it seemed that he was smashing the field, and his little mouth was pouting high, which inexplicably added a little cuteness.

"This ...... Who is it? ”

Someone asked, and someone answered, "The little master of the Yu family, Yu Shuyi, let's go to the archaeological team to borrow cultural relics, he kicks and bites, he is simply the demon king of the world." ”

No wonder!

The children's self-field is very strong, the tomb is excavated by the archaeological team organized by the Yu family, and Yu Shuyi is occupied by his own property.

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

"Poof—"

A mouthful of sand.

"Ahem."

It was as if something had slipped down his throat.

An Xia covered her neck, her tongue drooped, her face was full of pain, and she didn't care about the image problem, her sleeves were clutched in her palms, and she wiped the corners of her mouth indiscriminately.

"Little master, let's go home! If you want antiques, there are many more at home, these are all things, let them see the ...... for a long time"

The big black man who was suspected of being a bodyguard stepped over from Anxia's 'corpse' and went straight to Yu Shuyi, and when he was angry, he almost knelt down and kowtowed.

An Xia has a black line on her face, where did the bear child come from, rampage, arrogant and unreasonable!

"Hey, I said little brat, you think you can do whatever you want if you're cute? What about your parents? Anxia spit out two mouthfuls of sand and stood up, glaring at Yu Shu with anger.

"I want you to take care of it, old woman!"

Yu Shuyi glanced at her, and An Xia's face turned green.

She is only twenty-five years old, not to mention her appearance, but fortunately, she can see it, how can she become an 'old eighth woman'!

"Boy, I don't mind educating you for your parents and teaching you how to write the word 'politeness'!" An Xia sneered, squinted, and rubbed her hands, she was still very confident in dealing with a little child, and she could throw it out of the museum like a chicken.

"You dare!" Yu Shu is easy to drink, and the momentum is not weak.

"Little young master......" Seeing this, the bodyguard was busy whispering something in Yu Shuyi's ear, Yu Shuyi's clean and fair little face changed and changed, and at the end, there was a trace of jealousy in his eyes.

After listening to the bodyguard's words, he nodded, his chin raised, and his nostrils were facing An Xia, "Yijie Diaomin, I will come back again!" ”

What about the people? Who's Diao?

An Xia rolled her eyes, not bothering with the bastard bear child, but Yu Shuyi walked in front of her and stepped on the already scarred cultural relics box.

"Click-"

It's torn apart.

"Xiao Li, take a good look at my prosperity, go to the nearest pet hospital, and add some plush toys to it......"

The soft and glutinous voice accompanied Yu Shuyi's six relatives and walked away, An Xia lowered her eyes and stared at the cultural relics under her feet, wanting to cry without tears.

What's going on!

"Anxia! Anxia, what are you asking me to say about you? The only silk book that I applied for fell like this, what do you want us to show this theme? Offering you up? “

In the office, An Xia lowered her head and endured the scolding and spitting of the curator Chu Xiangrong, and the tide of grievance in her heart was about to drown herself.

At that time, she wanted to hold a small box, a little safer.

Who knew that there was a Yu Shuyi, and she was hit with all kinds of meat, and in the box containing the silk book, there was nothing left except sand and foam paper, and it is estimated that the small sample of the silk book has been shattered into ashes.

It was an accident, and she couldn't be blamed for it.

But the curator said: "If you stand as firmly as Mount Tai in a solemn manner, can you fall?" If you always remember that you can fall with your back on the ground when you fall? ”

"I don't scold you, it's a waste of feelings to scold you, you, suspended for a week from today! Don't even want this month's bonus! Chu Xiangrong saw that she was neither humble nor silent, and he was so tired of scolding him, he waved his hand and looked like he hated iron but not steel.

"I'm sorry." Anxia whispered, her head hanging and staring at her toes.

It's not up to her to decide whether it's black or white, and she doesn't want to argue with anything anymore.

That little rabbit cub, if she is allowed to meet again, she will have to discount his legs!

Unlucky!

Unlucky!!

On the way home, he kept pouring water into his stomach, depressed, like a deflated ball.

She graduated from the discipline of history, and was quite interested in the study of antiquities, so she finally had the opportunity to work in the museum with the recommendation of her tutor.

returned to the rental house, took off his high heels, rushed into his room, threw his satchel to the head of the bed, and An Xiasheng fell on the bed without love.

"It's hard for dogs!" She wailed, as if it was a little better.

"Meow ......"

Suddenly, a slight cat meow sounded in her ears, and the bag she placed next to the bed poked out a fluffy head with blue eyes.

Anxia was stunned, and saw the cat come out of the bag, stretching its limbs and feet, and elongating its body like condensation.