Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

Jian Muye sent Ye Luoer to the doorstep of her home.

"Brother Makino, my parents are at home today, please come in and sit down."

"Another day." Jian Muye rubbed Ye Luoer's head: "I'll watch you go in."

When Jian Muye is in a bad mood, no one can mess with him, and Ye Luoer doesn't dare to get into trouble at this time.

She had to maintain her image as a well-behaved and sensible person in Jian Muye's heart and not be anxious.

After Ye Luoer came in, Fang Zhuo asked:

"Boss Jian, is Song Xu still looking for you?"

Fang Zhuo guessed: Since he felt sick just thinking about Mr. An, there was no need to look for Song Xu, right?

Jian Muye pinched his eye sockets irritably:

"I can't find it anymore."

"Her self-degradation is her business, it has nothing to do with me."

Divorce was the result he had wanted before, and now it has been achieved, and they will not interfere with each other in the future.

Fang Zhuo's tone was a little more relaxed:

"You don't have to look for Song Xu, but there's something I think I should make clear to you, President Jian."

"When I was investigating Song Xu, I discovered something. Song Xu didn't go out with Mr. An overnight. He just drank with him."

Jian Muye's hand that was pinching his eye socket suddenly stopped:

"They didn't sleep?"

"Where did the kiss mark on An Nansheng's neck come from?"

"This..." Fang Zhuoxin thought, how could he possibly know such a thing?

"Could it be that I saw it wrong? It's not a hickey?" Jian Muye said excitedly, "Find Song Xu as quickly as possible. I want to go and find out what's going on."

Fang Zhuo: “…Yes.”

The boss's mind is as mysterious as the sea. Didn't he just say it has nothing to do with you?

Jian Muye himself did not realize how contradictory and embarrassing his behavior was.

At this moment, he just wanted to find Song Xu quickly to find out the truth, and then end it all as soon as possible, so as not to be implicated by An Nansheng. He had just divorced his ex-wife and was keeping a gigolo. Those guys in the circle would laugh at him for the rest of his life.

Yes, he doesn’t care about An Nansheng.

Jian Muye affirmed in his heart that he just didn't want to be laughed at, that's all.

That day, An Nansheng was in a meeting with several supervisors in the office when Song Ke came in and whispered anxiously:

"Boss Jian went to the Jade Residence."

When An Nansheng arrived at the Jade Residence, he saw the vase broken into pieces all over the floor, a mess.

Jian Muye pinched Song Xu's neck tightly with one hand. When he saw her come in, he stared at her with bloodshot eyes, but asked Song Xu:

"I'm asking you again, did you really sleep with An Nansheng?"

Song Xu had been beaten, his voice was hoarse:

"Yes, yes, Mr. An also praised me for my good service."

"You deserve to die!" Jian Muye threw Song Xu away and wanted to kick him again, but was hugged tightly by Fang Zhuo.

He actually fell asleep!

I thought I was mistaken, but they actually fell asleep.

Jian Muye now only wants to kill Song Xu.

An Nansheng didn't expect Song Xu to be so smart. He actually knew how to lie to Jian Muye and didn't ruin her plan.

Jian Muye kept pestering her about going to Fantasy City, and she actually understood his mentality.

Men are very proud. He can choose not to love her or touch her, but he will feel cuckolded when he sees her looking for another man.

To put it bluntly, it is selfish and arrogant.

Now that it is certain that she and Song Xu have slept together, they should not bother each other anymore.

Seeing Song Xu being beaten so badly, An Nansheng's anger instantly ignited:

"Song Ke, call the police."

Fang Zhuo held Jian Muye tightly and tried to smooth things over:

"Boss An, our Boss Jian is in a bad mood. Please don't be angry with him. Let's talk it over nicely."

An Nansheng sneered:

"He came to my house and acted like a savage, and you want me to talk to him nicely?"

Fang Zhuo: “…”

It's really a bit difficult.

Fang Zhuo was also anxious. He had clearly found out that Mr. An did not take Song Xu to a hotel that night, but Song Xu insisted that he had slept with Mr. An. Wasn't this driving his boss crazy?

An Nansheng didn't even want to look at Jian Muye. He went over to help Song Xu up and looked at his face.

"Mr. An, I'm fine." Song Xu was a little embarrassed. Half of his face was swollen and blood was flowing from the corner of his lips.

It looks ugly.

An Nansheng felt sorry for him when he saw this. That bastard Jian Muye just hit people in the face. What a jerk.

"An Nansheng, how dare you touch him?" Jian Muye's eyes flashed with anger as he rushed over and pushed Song Xu away.

This damn woman not only kept a gigolo, but she also touched him in front of him.

Do you think he is dead?

This guy spends all year round in the gym and has a professional fitness trainer at home. Song Xu's physique is no match for him at all, and he was pushed to the ground again.

"Jian Muye, are you sick?"

An Nansheng's suppressed temper suddenly exploded.