Sweetheart: Imperial school grass, please stop!

Chapter 21 The Smelly Beggar

An Zihao carefully looked at his face in the mirror with dark yellow, dull skin and lack of water. At first glance, it seemed that there was a lack of care. The main reason was malnutrition.

He combed the thick bangs into a middle part, then picked up the small black clips next to him, clipped the thick and long bangs on both sides of the hair, and divided the long hair in half, picked up the disposable black clip on the table Two low ponytails were tied with rubber bands.

"What kind of cheap stuff did you idiot buy!" An Zihao looked at his red hands and couldn't bear to say, the rubber band that had broken countless times hurt his hand.

An Zihao looked through the mirror at the low ponytail that had already been tied and nodded. That's right, with double low ponytails, the whole thing is a little goddess of literature and art.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a few servants cleaning the villa in an orderly manner, as if Ye Qingyu and Gu Meihua went to the hospital yesterday, but they haven't come back yet.

An Zihao sat on the long dining table unhurriedly, and patted the dining table with a cold face: "How about breakfast?"

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he hurriedly got up from the armchair, and then kicked an expensive-looking armchair to the ground.

Bang——The armchair fell to the ground with a loud noise, attracting the attention of all the surrounding servants.

"I said, how about early?" An Zihao folded his arms and looked coldly at the servants around him.

The servant who was kneeling on the debris yesterday stood up with a sarcastic smile on his face: "You stinky beggar, still want to eat breakfast? Oh, by the way, I took out the leftovers from yesterday in the trash can. If you haven’t thrown it out, you can look it up, maybe you can find it. I’ll get you your special dog bowl.”

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of the servant who was still sneering, the figure was too fast to catch.

When everyone could see the figure clearly, they saw An Zihao clasping the servant's hands behind his back, and stomping on the servant's fart with one foot.There was a cold look on his face: "What you said is very interesting, if that's the case, then you can eat it for me."

"Let go of me, stinky beggar! If Madam and Miss come back and see you being so presumptuous, they will definitely not let you go." The servant felt as if his arm was about to be dislocated.

The surrounding servants watched from a distance, and none stepped forward to help. Yesterday they had seen how powerful An Zihao was, and today, the aura emanating from him was no weaker than yesterday, and they were afraid from the bottom of their hearts.

As if An Zihao couldn't hear the servant's words, a gloomy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I'll give you two choices, eat or not?" As he spoke, he clasped her hand tightly again, as if to push her His arm was pulled down abruptly.

The servant took a deep breath and let out painful whimpers: "Aww, aw, ache, let me go! Let me go!"

　 "Eat, or, not to eat?" An Zihao looked at the servant with a pained face coldly, and kicked her ass.The foot on the buttocks was hard, but the hand grabbed her arm fiercely.

The servant kept looking at the gate. At this moment, she wished so much that Ye Qingyu and Gu Meihua would rush in in the next second and deal with An Zihao severely.

The surrounding servants all stood in place and lowered their heads. Seeing An Zihao's stern look, they wished they could flee the scene now, but under his powerful aura, they didn't have the courage to leave.

An Zihao's cold voice resounded throughout the hall: "Bring over the leftovers from yesterday, and I will feed them to her myself."

(End of this chapter)