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

"Our President An is so famous that even Master Mu Jiu came to show his support."

Cheng Ran didn't feel at all that Mu Fucheng had humiliated him, and his face was even thicker than An Nansheng's.

Before An Nansheng could speak, Mu Zheng stepped forward:

"Can't my uncle come and take me home?"

Cheng Ran smiled and said, "Of course, but I see that the coat Mr. An is wearing shouldn't be yours, right?"

Mu Zheng was speechless:

"Master Cheng, don't your female confidantes think you're too talkative?"

An Nansheng pulled his coat closer, deliberately exposing his bandaged arm, and said helplessly:

"I just heard that Master Jiu was coming, so I went out to greet him, but I unexpectedly fell."

Sighed:

"It hurts so much that Master Jiu lent me his coat. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to see anyone with this arm."

Mu Zheng was dumbfounded:

"How did you fall so badly? Is your flesh made of tofu?"

An Nansheng: “…” Thank you so much.

Her beautiful eyes swept around and everyone was staring at her arm. Jian Muye even stood up, probably wanting to come over and see how serious her injury was.

Shen Yitong and Shen Yien have come over, and Shen Yien has started nagging again.

Only Cheng Ran was staring at her with a half-smile.

An Nansheng was very sure that Cheng Ran must know how she got injured.

Because An Nansheng was injured, Shen Yien insisted on taking her to the hospital for treatment, so she had to let Mu Zheng and Zhou Jin and Song Xu greet the guests on her behalf.

Mu Zheng was a smart person, and quickly pulled Mu Fucheng up:

"Uncle, please accompany Nan Sheng to the hospital on my behalf. Nan Sheng is most afraid of pain, so remember to buy her some desserts."

So Mu Fucheng and Shen Yien accompanied An Nansheng to the hospital.

Shen Yien was particularly unhappy. The reason for his unhappiness was that Mu Fucheng and An Nansheng were sitting in the back while he was sitting in the passenger seat.

He really wanted to kick Mu Fucheng away.

But he didn't drive the car himself, the car belonged to Mu Fucheng, so Young Master Shen could only endure it.

In fact, An Nansheng felt that he was a bit of a hindrance, and she wanted to talk to Mu Fucheng about Cheng Ran.

"It's just a minor injury, and you're worrying about it." An Nansheng said angrily, "I organized the party, and I, the host, ran away right at the beginning. How can this be?"

"You shouldn't have held that crazy party. What kind of people did you invite?" Shen Yien was angry. "Do you know what they say about you behind your back?"

An Nansheng said indifferently:

"What can they say about me? It's all the same old things: second-hand goods, tomboy, goblin, shameless... Anyway, everyone hates me and wants to be me, it's a love-hate relationship."

Shen Yien: “…”

After a while, they actually started clapping:

"Insightful and to the point, worthy of you."

Mu Fucheng didn't say a word along the way.

He discovered an interesting thing: An Nansheng had many sides.

He spoke bluntly and venomously in front of Shen Yien, and was very sharp-tongued.

In front of Mrs. An and Mr. Mu, she is a good girl, considerate and sensible.

In front of people like Cheng Ran, he speaks tactfully, acts prudently, and is quite shrewd.

In front of Mu Zheng was a girl of this age, lively, cheerful, fashionable and beautiful.

But in front of him, she was somewhat cautious, somewhat respectful, and occasionally revealed a sense of loneliness and vulnerability.

Every side of her is the real her, but not entirely her.

When they arrived at the hospital's emergency department, An Nansheng took off his coat, and Mu Fucheng and Shen Yien's faces both darkened.

"An Nansheng, are you crazy? The blood is seeping out, don't you feel any pain?"

After Shen Yien finished speaking, he took off his coat and threw it to Song Ke beside him.

Then he took the white coat hanging on the office wall and put it on. Then he opened the drawer of the doctor's desk in front of him and took out an unopened mask from the drawer as if he knew the way.

The doctor on duty at the emergency department: "..."

An Nansheng had no choice but to explain:

"Sorry, he's also a doctor and has an occupational disease."