After I became a poor little girl from a wealthy family, I held a cool script in my hand

Chapter 8

The building that An Su let An Ziyu live in has three floors.

The dead are the second layer.

The housekeeper took her directly to the room where someone died.

As soon as he opened the door, An Zihong smelled a strong smell of blood.

Look at the room inside.

There's dust everywhere, and that's not counting.

There were still black bloodstains all over the walls.

The butler stood at the door indifferently and pointed to the room.

"This is your room from now on."

An Ziyu squinted, "Did someone die?"

The housekeeper clasped his hands, and said, "What's wrong with someone who died? Don't you rural people live in rooms where people have died? What are you making all the fuss about?"

As soon as he finished speaking, An Zixuan brought the butler up.

Throw it directly into the room, and then close the door.

The butler inside is going crazy.

Hit the door hard.

"Let me out, let me out?"

"Little bitch, you dare to threaten me?"

"Let me out, An Ziyu! Open the door for me!!"

An Ziyu went downstairs calmly, and asked other An's servants for cleaning tools.

Go back to the door of the room and throw the tools in your hand.

housekeeper,"……"

what's the situation?
An Zizhen folded his hands and leaned lazily against the door, "Clean this place up for me before leaving."

Butler, "You're dreaming!"

"Touch", the door closed again.

When An Ziyu was able to do something, he never talked nonsense.

The housekeepers inside are going crazy!

Think of the servant who died inside, and the blood everywhere.

How dare you continue, immediately pick up the tools on the ground to clean.

After cleaning, the butler ran out on four legs.

An Ziyu put away his phone and walked in generously.

She is not afraid of the dead.

She is not afraid of ghosts and ghosts.

Therefore, there was no psychological pressure for An Ziyu to live in this kind of room.

Housekeeping did a great job of cleaning.

An Zizhen tidied up a little more, but someone knocked on the door.

Open the door, it's still Angel.

Seeing her, An Zizhen became impatient.

Just as she was about to close the door, An Qier stretched out her hand to stop her, with an aggrieved look on her face, "Ziyu, I'm sorry."

An Ziyu, "..."

Angel, "I apologize to you, I have already explained it to you at Dad's place."

An Zizhen folded his arms and looked at her, "And then?"

Angel, "..."

An Ziyu, "Are you done? I'll close the door after I finish."

An Qier bit her lip, looked at An Zixuan with a hurt face, and spoke softly after a long time.

"Dinner time is : in the evening. Remember to come down early. If you are late, Dad will be unhappy."

"Bang", the door of An Ziyu's room was mercilessly closed.

Seeing that the door was closed, Angel's face immediately put away a gentle and gentle smile.

What right does a bumpkin from the countryside have to be so flirtatious?

Marry Gu Shumo in two days, let's see how strong you are.

bitch.

Thinking of this, Angel turned around and strode away.

This bloody place.

She wasn't willing to come yet.

……

An's dinner time is o'clock.

Anjia has a rule.

The whole table must be present to eat.

At this moment, several people at the table were not very happy.

An Ziyu didn't show up.

They can't eat.

With a dark face, An Su turned to look at the butler, "Where is An Ziyu? Hurry up and ask her to come down."

An Qier intentionally spoke good words for An Ziyu, "Dad, my sister just came here, she doesn't know anything."

Sure enough, An Su was even angrier when he heard Angel say that.

"It doesn't matter if she just came here or not. People have to wait for dinner, what a big show!!"

Just as he was speaking, An Ziyu walked in slowly from the outside.

An Su sneered, "An Zihuang, you are so pompous!"

An Ziyu smiled, and took his seat generously, "It's not a big show, I'm sorry for the name Gu Sishao's fiancée."

(End of this chapter)