The rise of the fast-moving boss

Chapter 577 I Sell Bowls of Soup in Hell 10
The advent of what love is?Tell people to drink and wear their intestines.

"...Okay." The god of death on the other end of the phone probably endured it, and was concerned about Hades and his father, so he responded, "Send me the address."

After hanging up the phone, Bai Wuchang almost threw his cell phone out, rolled his eyes a few times, and kept cursing while rolling his eyes: "What are you doing? Bah!"

"Hmm..." An Hao, who was lying on the table, turned over and continued to lie on her stomach, "Wine..."

Bai Wuchang looked down at An Hao, and gently touched her head.

Soon, black impermanence and death will arrive.

Hei Wuchang still had that serious face, while the God of Death frowned. He smelled a strong smell of alcohol as soon as he entered the box, and he suddenly said subconsciously, "Why do you drink so much wine?"

It also interrupted his chat with Zhuman.

Seeing the attitude of the god of death, and seeing the expression on the face of the god of death... the anger in Bai Wuchang's heart rose up!

She glared at the god of death, wishing she could slap him to death!
"Don't you drink? Have you never been drunk?! What's wrong with drinking some wine, can't you!"

Bai Wuchang's voice was slightly sharp.

Hei Wuchang was stunned for a moment—the anger seemed to be extraordinarily great.

Even the god of death was slightly taken aback, although Bai Wuchang usually saw him with eyes and nose and nose, but he didn't dislike him so unabashedly like now!

Probably... drank too much.

Death thought so.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you." The god of death rolled his eyes, stepped forward and helped An Hao up in a slightly rude manner.

He's too lazy to argue with a drunk.

"You...you have to be careful!" Seeing the movement of the God of Death, Bai Wuchang almost couldn't hold back and beat him up, "If Xiao Mengyao hits a little, I'll take your skin off!"

"Crazy." The god of death cut out.

Heiwuchang looked at the god of death quietly, his eyes were a little cold.

grim Reaper:……

Damn, just allow her to scold him and not allow him to retort?

But this black impermanence is really not easy to provoke, and the god of death didn't speak anymore.

It's just that when the god of death helped An Hao to walk out of the box crookedly, Bai Wuchang still couldn't help cursing: "You ungrateful guy!"

ungrateful?

The god of death was a little confused when he heard this—what kind of kindness did Meng Yao have for him, so he was ungrateful?
It is estimated that I drank too much and used the wrong idioms.

Death didn't take it to heart.

I took a taxi and went to the ancient area. After getting off the car, it was really difficult to walk with the drunken woman on my back. After struggling with death for a long time, I finally gritted my teeth and picked up Anhao.

After walking for a while, Anhao became dishonest—she began to pull Death's hair.

"Meng Yao!" the God of Death who was pulling her hair called out, "What are you doing?!"

"Hmm... the grass has spoken... so amazing..." An Hao smiled silly, and pulled the hair of the god of death even harder, "Pull it out! Pull it out!"

grim Reaper:……

What are you drinking crazy about?
It's just that no matter what the god of death said, Anhao didn't seem to listen to him, and foolishly pulled the god of death's hair and pulled his ears.

Finally Death gave up on reasoning with a drunk.

"Damn it..." Death's face darkened, feeling that he was too unlucky, "Unreasonable!"

It is not allowed to drive in the ancient area. The only cars that can be driven are horse-drawn carts and ox carts.Therefore, the Grim Reaper could only walk over slowly with An Hao on his back—using magic power?That's a bit too extravagant.

The courtyard house Anhao lives in is relatively central, so it really takes a long time to walk there.

The woman on the back kept "pulling the weeds", and it took a long time to finally stop—the god of death finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Clap."

A drop of icy something fell on Death's face, and soon dispersed into the air.

Reaper was slightly taken aback.

"Well... don't want... don't want to like you..."

An Hao's soft voice swayed and floated into Death's ears.

The god of death was startled, but smiled indifferently: "Wishing for you!"

"I'm so tired..."

"Click, click."

Two more tears, cold and hot, fell on Death's face.

For some reason, the Grim Reaper felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"Looran, I will never like you again." Anhao's voice was choked and aggrieved, she sobbed softly, whimpering like a kitten, "I will never like you again... ..."

Anhao was not awake, her eyes were closed, she just kept talking, her mind was still fuzzy.

"Who cares that you like it."

The god of death muttered something, but his footsteps became a little heavy.

To be honest, during the three months in the underworld, the relationship between Death God and Meng Yao has become less rigid—although it is not really close, but at least they can talk normally.

After all, during the three months in the underworld, there was no Zhuman between them, so naturally there would be no conflicts.

And Meng Yao's time in the underworld was only ten days. Although Zhuman did a lot of things during that time, the time was short and there was no time to make a big misunderstanding.

It's been a long time, and Anhao will not deliberately go to the God of Death to show her presence. The two of them seem to be in an ordinary relationship, and God of Death will no longer be so unpleasant to Meng Yao.

Maybe it's male chauvinism. Hearing the girl say that she doesn't like her anymore, I feel a little depressed.

But then, the boredom in Death God's heart was replaced by anger.

Because An Hao began to mutter about his various shortcomings.

"Looran is disgusting...what's the arrogance..."

"Bastard Loolan..."

grim Reaper:……

Ma Dan, I will bear it!
Don't argue with drunks!

Finally, after much torment, Anhao was brought back to her courtyard, but the God of Death quickly threw her on the bed, without taking off her shoes and uncovering the quilt.

"I'm exhausted..." The god of death rolled his eyes, and then gave Anhao a vicious look: "It's so refreshing to scold you! Hmph!" After speaking, the god of death left the courtyard with a dark face.

But after the god of death left, the person who was originally drunk on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

These eyes are very clear, where is there a trace of drunkenness?

"Ha ha."

Anhao sat up and raised her eyebrows lightly.

"The fun has only just begun."

The previous three months were just a foreshadowing, but now... it is considered to have officially entered the theme.

Now Anhao is herself, the scene is over after all, and she also broke away from Meng Yao's role and became Anhao.

Just inadvertently, Anhao raised her hand to touch the tear stains in the corner of her eyes, feeling a little sad in her heart——acting always needs to bring emotion.

And just now... She really felt uncomfortable.

Just like her failed first love.

　Don't ask the potato shreds why there is no third watch lately cough...
　　
　
(End of this chapter)