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

An Nansheng also looked at Jian Muye in disbelief.

Is Jian Muye mentally ill?

What trouble are you making?

Jian Muye took a sip of wine and was stunned for a moment.

This is not wine, it's clearly water.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and didn't show any abnormality. He continued to drink it up.

His series of actions were so fast that Fang Zhuo had no time to stop him.

Fang Zhuo has been really exhausted recently. It's becoming increasingly difficult to figure out his boss's intentions, and it just so happens that he, the assistant, has always been the unlucky one.

Before leaving today, Director Jian had instructed him to keep an eye on Jian Muye and not let him do anything rash.

The result...isn't it just a mess?

What's the point of helping Ms. An drink? Are you also going to help her sign the cooperation agreement with Cheng Ran?

With a "bang", Jian Muye threw the empty wine bottle on the coffee table.

"Pa pa pa" Cheng Ran clapped his hands.

The other onlookers didn't understand why and also applauded.

"Boss Jian and Boss An..." Cheng Ran smiled in a way that made him want a beating: "They really have a deep and loyal relationship."

Jian Muye just glanced at An Nansheng and sat back in his original seat.

This woman is really cunning. I worried for nothing.

Seeing Fang Zhuo's eyes, Jian Muye realized that he was being reckless again.

Recently, for An Nansheng, he really couldn't control himself more and more.

The key point is that no matter how much suffering he suffers, An Nansheng is not affected at all.

This is quite infuriating.

Faced with the looks of those busybodies, An Nansheng didn't take it seriously and just played the role of being thick-skinned.

"Thank you, Mr. Jane, for drinking for me. Mr. Jane is a good person."

Jian Muye: “…”

It seemed like someone laughed, but An Nansheng didn't care.

She looked at Cheng Ran and said with a smile:

"I've finished the wine. Does that count as my sincerity?"

Cheng Ran nodded: "Let's calculate it. If I don't calculate it, President Jian won't agree."

An Nansheng felt that this man was really shameless. It was quite abnormal for a grown man to be so interested in other people's private affairs.

A large area of ​​her skirt was wet by the wine, and it stuck to her body and made her feel uncomfortable, so she went to the lounge to change her clothes.

But there were no clothes in the lounge, "Is it in the car?"

Song Ke was a little uncertain: "I remember I brought it in. I went to get it. Zhou Jin and Song Xu were watching outside."

"Well, let's go."

She couldn't stand it anymore, so she took off her skirt and wrapped herself in a bath towel.

Just as I wrapped myself up, someone knocked on the door.

An Nansheng thought it was Song Ke who came back so soon, so he went over and opened the door.

But it was Jian Muye.

"What are you doing here..."

Jian Muye pushed the door open and came in, only to find that An Nansheng was only wrapped in a bath towel.

Seeing An Nansheng dressed like this, Jian Muye was stunned.

The bath towel was not very long, just enough to cover the important parts, and the scenery from top to bottom was extremely tempting.

It was the first time he noticed An Nansheng's legs.

So white, so straight, especially the pair of feet hidden in the white rabbit fur slippers, all ten toes are crystal clear and cute.

Jian Muye's Adam's apple rolled, and the uncontrollable feeling of heat from before came over him again.

An Nansheng was puzzled: "Boss Jian, what are you doing here?"

Now that she is not here, shouldn't Jian Muye find a way to take the opportunity to get in touch with Cheng Ran?

Jian Muye felt his throat suddenly become dry.

An Nansheng stood in front of him so pretty that he couldn't concentrate at all.

"I……"

Jian Muye, who has always been decisive and resolute, has become a stutterer.

An Nansheng didn't have time to chat with him, so he urged him:

"Go away, I'm busy."

Jian Muye calmed down:

"An...Nannan, I have something to tell you. I..."

An Nansheng was stunned, covering his chest with one hand and calling for a halt with the other:

"Wait, what did you call me?"

"Nannan." Jian Muye suddenly found that this nickname was quite nice.

When I screamed the second time, my heart softened.

An Nansheng's face changed and he shouted:

"Shut up, don't yell like that."