My Corpse is Bohemian

"Young Master Sun, do you need me to serve you in the wash?" An Bu asked again politely.

"No need!" Sun Zhuobai grabbed the pillow and smashed it towards Anbu.

"Alright then." An Bu caught the flying pillow, put it back in its original position, and walked slowly towards the door, "Young Master Sun has a good rest, I won't bother you anymore."

After saying this, the man had already left the room.

Sun Zhuobai stared at her disappearing back, holding a breath in his heart and couldn't let it out. He came to wake him up early in the morning, thinking he wanted to do something big? After a few words, he left? What the **** is she here for!

"Master..." the assistant whispered.

"Get out, you get out too, don't disturb the young master's sleep!" Sun Zhuobai lay down on the bed and covered his head with the quilt.

The assistant quickly backed out and closed the door, and the room was quiet again, but Sun Zhuobai couldn't calm down.

"It's so annoying!" He suddenly flipped the quilt, sat up from the bed, froze for a while, and then rushed to the bathroom angrily.

"Miss An, you've killed me." The assistant found An Bu and said with a bitter face.

"I'm sorry to make you embarrassed." An Bu sat on the sofa and looked at her with a smile. This assistant is young and looks like a newcomer who just came out of the society. As Sun Zhuobai, it stands to reason that such an inexperienced assistant would not be hired. Including those bodyguards, they are not particularly professional, otherwise, she would not have easily let her part-time sparring partner enter Sun Zhuobai's room.

What they have in common is that they have a good temper and are not good at dealing with others. An Bu ran to Sun Zhuobai's room to make a fuss. This little assistant was still kind to her, she was just a bun.

An Bu asked, "Xiao Guo, how long have you been working with Young Master Sun?"

"It's been three months." The little assistant Guo Xiaotong replied shyly.

"Presumably he has changed many assistants before?" An Bu said with a smile, "I am afraid you are the one who has worked by his side for the longest time."

Guo Xiaotong said embarrassedly: "No, there was one who insisted on it for 4 months. Sun Shao is indeed a bit willful, but he is not bad."

"Can you tell me about Young Master Sun's physical condition?" An Bu wanted to inquire about Sun Zhuobai's daily habits, "Is it his own intention to recruit sparring coaches?"

"Hiring sparring coaches is his father's intention. In fact, he originally had professional fitness coaches and nutritionists, but he drove them away, and he couldn't even keep the high salary." Guo Xiaotong smiled bitterly, "In the end, we can only follow Fitness plans and nutritional recipes, taking care of Sun Shao's diet, but he..."

An Bu can also guess the words that follow. Sun Shao's temper is really too big, and if he disagrees, he will call people "go away".

An Bu's heart moved, and he asked again, "Did he ask you to fire me after I left his room just now?"

Guo Xiaotong was stunned for a while, then shook his head and said, "No, he just said not to disturb his sleep."

An Bu smiled and asked Guo Xiaotong for Sun Zhuobai's medical report, fitness plan and nutritional recipe. These are all things that sparring needs to understand, otherwise it will be bad if you "accompany" other people's bodies.

Sun Zhuobai has been frail and sick since he was a child, has a low immunity, does not like to take medicine, does not like to exercise, and is picky eater. He is 163 cm tall and weighs only 82 pounds. He usually receives education at home. Because crowded places are prone to infection of germs, it can be said that he is very delicate. .

The only good thing is that he doesn't have any major illnesses. As long as he doesn't act like a demon, he usually has few minor illnesses. After all, it has been carefully conditioned since childhood, and all kinds of precious medicinal materials are warmly nourished, which is always much better than the average person.

The other two sparring partners, Tang Dou and Xianxiang, also read these materials. They came ten minutes later than Anbu, and they didn't know what she did in the early morning.

"Xiao Guo, Young Master Sun is up." A bodyguard came over to know.

Guo Xiaotong hurriedly called and asked the chef to bring breakfast.

Anbu looked at the time, 6:22, not too late.

The breakfast was delivered in a few minutes, egg floss rolls, bread slices, fruit platter and milk, a very satisfactory breakfast. Ten minutes later, Guo Xiaotong brought out the plate, and An Bu looked at it. He only took a bite of the egg roll, the bread slices and milk were intact, and most of the fruit was eaten.

With this amount of food, even if you are not sick, you will starve to get sick.

At 7 o'clock, Sun Shao finally came out of the room, snorted coldly when he saw An Bu, and walked into the gym arrogantly.

"You can start." Sun Zhuobai sat on the folding chair and waved to An Bu and the other two sparring partners.

"Start?" Tang Dou looked puzzled, "Start what?"

Sun Zhuobai glared at him impatiently: "Why did I recruit you here? Exercise!"

Tang Dou: The problem is that they are sparring partners! There is no object to "accompany", how do they practice?

"This morning's fitness class is only a few dozen minutes away, so that's it." Anbu walked to Sun Zhuobai's side, grabbed him and carried him on his shoulders like a sandbag.

Everyone opened their mouths and stood there, unable to believe what they saw.

Sun Zhuobai was also stunned, not expecting that he would be carried on the shoulders by others.

An Bu carried an 82-pound human-shaped sandbag, hurried to the step ladder, and descended to the 27th floor in one breath. Only then did he put Sun Zhuobai on his shoulders.

"Okay, I'll accompany you to climb the stairs in the next time." An Bu patted the stair railing.

Sun Zhuobai's face flushed red, and she was speechless for a long time while pointing at her. Afterwards, the bodyguards, assistants and sparring partners who came over stood on the stairs above, stuck out four or five heads and looked down, with neatly written on their faces: "You guys are stunned!"

"Let's go." An Bu took Sun Zhuobai's hand and started to climb the stairs.

"Who allowed you to do this!" Sun Zhuobai wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that he was dragged to death and could only let her drag her up, "Let me go, you stinky woman!"

"I don't stink at all, I don't believe you smell it." An Bu put his arm in front of his nose.

"Ah - get out of here!" Sun Zhuobai squatted on the ground, and refused to leave after being beaten to death.

"It seems that you prefer to be carried by me." An Bu looked at him condescendingly, "I'll give you two options, one, climb up by yourself. Two, I'll carry you to the company below."

"You dare!" Sun Zhuobai glared at her angrily.

"I really dare." An Bu squatted down and pinched his face, "Didn't you say you want to torment me? But you are such a weak chicken, how are you going to torment me?"

Sun Zhuobai was trembling with anger, almost clenching his teeth.

"Okay, let's climb the stairs. As long as you climb back and forth twice, I will take the initiative to let you toss."

Sun Zhuobai looked at her coldly: "You mean what you say?"

"Of course." The old corpse is not afraid of tossing.

Sun Zhuobai stopped talking, stood up slowly, and climbed the stairs quickly, while thinking about how to toss Anbu later.

From the 27th floor to the 32nd floor, it is only five floors, and it takes minutes for ordinary people to go up and down. But for Sun Zhuobai, who has not exercised for a long time, it is not a small test. What's more, he only ate a few fruits for breakfast, and his physical strength was seriously insufficient. After climbing from the 27th floor to the 32nd floor, I was already out of breath.

"That's right, go downstairs now, and you'll be eligible for one more trip." An Bu clapped his hands.

Sun Zhuobai gritted his teeth and turned to go downstairs. Although going downstairs was not as strenuous as going upstairs, his legs and neck were weak, so he could only climb on the railings and move down carefully.

An Bu shook his head secretly, no one with such poor physical strength, really doubted whether he had never traveled long distances.

After finally moving to the 27th floor, Sun Zhuobai began to climb up again. Sweat dripped from his forehead drop by drop, and his fair face appeared a little rosy, but he was a little more angry.

Halfway through the climb, he couldn't crawl anymore, and stopped to rest, thinking of giving up. He is a dignified young master, why should he suffer such a crime? What kind of thing is that woman, why should I listen to her? It only takes one sentence to torment her, why is she so stupid?

While struggling, there was a sudden sound of "clicking, clicking" from above. Sun Zhuobai looked up and saw that An Bu was leaning against the entrance of the stairs, holding an apple he didn't know where he got it, and nibbling it happily.

Sun Zhuobai: mmp! He suffers here, and that woman eats apples there, it's outrageous!

"Aren't you my sparring partner?" he said angrily, "It's fine if you don't practice with me, but you're still eating apples during work!"

"Haven't I been practicing with you?" An Bu took out a bag of fruit. "Eat some fruit to help replenish your strength. Do you want it? There are apples, strawberries, bananas, and cherries."

Sun Zhuobai pursed his dry lips, climbed to the top of the stairs with difficulty, stretched out his hand and said, "Give me a few strawberries."

An Bu took out a small box of strawberries from the bag, which was still stained with water droplets, which had obviously been cleaned.

Sun Zhuobai took one out and put it in his mouth, the moist and sweet taste melted on the tip of his tongue, which immediately made him feel refreshed, and the original dryness seemed to be dispelled a lot.

"It's almost there, let's continue." An Bu took the lead and walked upstairs. Sun Zhuobai hesitated for a moment, but finally followed.

One of the two ate apples and the other ate strawberries. They moved one step at a time, and unknowingly climbed to the 32nd floor, and the bag of fruit was also killed by the two of them.

Back in the hall, the assistant hurriedly offered tea, but Sun Zhuobai waved his hand and refused, lying on the sofa completely unwilling to move.

"Congratulations, you have completed the stair climbing task and you will be rewarded with a massage." An Bu flattened Sun Zhuobai on the sofa and began to massage him.

Sun Zhuobai originally wanted to sternly refuse, but after feeling the comfort from his muscles, he swallowed the words back, but still shouted unto be outdone: "I have completed the task, just wait and let me toss!"

"Okay." The old corpse doesn't lie, as long as you still have the strength to toss.

Sun Zhuobai's eyelids drooped, and a few minutes later, a slight snoring sound came from his mouth, and he fell asleep like this.

He was woken up by Anbu at around 5 o'clock. He wasn't getting enough sleep. He only ate a little fruit for breakfast, and then climbed several floors. It was normal for him to fall asleep after exhaustion.

An Bu retracted his hand and turned around to find that all the people around were looking at her with admiration.

Guo Xiaotong gave her two thumbs up and whispered, "Miss An, it's amazing."

An Bu smiled and instructed: "Let him sleep for an hour, then take him to a hot bath, and prepare a richer lunch."

"Okay." Guo Xiaotong made an "OK" gesture.

Tang Dou and Xian Xiang, who were watching the whole process, smiled bitterly: "We seem to have become redundant."

"This is the first day." An Bu reminded with a smile, "Don't try to be lazy, this young master is not so easy to serve. Looking back, I don't know how he will take revenge on me. If I'm not here, I'll have to rely on you. Supervise him."

The two turned their heads to look at Sun Zhuobai lying on the sofa, and shivered in unison: It would be better for them to have a little extra!

An hour later, Sun Zhuobai was woken up by Guo Xiaotong, he murmured, but he didn't scold anyone.

"An Bu." Sun Zhuobai, who was full of blood and resurrected, appeared in front of An Bu and commanded arrogantly, "Come here with the young master!"

An Bu was sitting on a bicycle fitness machine, while pedaling, listening to music, and reading magazines. When he saw Sun Zhuobai coming over, he didn't give him an extra look, and said lightly, "Sorry, it's not working time, I have the right to refuse my employer. dispatch."

Sun Zhuobai immediately frowned: "Why isn't it working time now?!"

An Bu took out the sparring schedule and handed it to him.

The sparring hours are: 6am-8am, 2pm-4pm, 8pm-9pm. It's 11:50 and it's really not working.

Sun Zhuobai felt as if his air was leaking, and his whole body was shriveled.

He came to call aggressively, but he was told that he was not in the service area!

An Bu took out another meal order card at this time, and said to himself, "It's almost lunch time. Sun Shao's chef seems to be a three-star celebrity chef, and his craftsmanship must be good. I have taken it."

Sun Zhuo's eyes lit up, and he snatched the order card from her hand: "The recruitment didn't say to include food, if you want to eat, buy it yourself, my chef is so high-quality, how can you be such a mess? Can someone send?"

"That's fine." An Bu gave him a sideways look, "Looking at how thin you are, I don't really have high expectations for that chef's level."

Sun Zhuobai couldn't hold her back again, and said angrily, "My chef's cooking skills are very high, and you will never enjoy it in your life."

After saying this, Sun Zhuobai left angrily, and then asked the chef to prepare more than a dozen good dishes. At that time, he must let the woman who only eats fast food watch him eat and envy her!

At 12:30, Guo Xiaotong ordered a takeout for An Bu and two other boys, and then brought them to the restaurant, saying that Sun Shao asked them to eat here.

Just as the few people were about to start eating, they saw the servants bring the delicious food to the table. It was luxurious, extravagant, full of color and fragrance. Tang Dou and Xianxiang's eyes were about to pop out.

Sun Zhuobai sat upright at the dining table, looked at the table full of food in front of him, then looked at An Bu's bleak box of vegetarian dishes, and gave her a contemptuous look.

This arrogant appearance has quite the charm of a cat master, and there is such a little unfathomable childishness.

An Bu was secretly amusing, and was really embarrassed to tell him that any food was the same to her as Chinese cabbage, and could not achieve the purpose of stimulating her. Unnecessarily hit.

Silently light a wax for them, and then start eating.

A mouthful of vegetables, anger value 5; a mouthful of juice, anger value 5; a mouthful of hot soup, anger value 5...(*＾－＾*)