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

An Nansheng froze.

Thinking that Mu Fucheng had already returned to the Mu family, she wore a white suspender silk nightgown.

It was already embarrassing to let a man into her bedroom in the middle of the night, but it was even more embarrassing because this man not only sat on her bed but also peeled off her nightgown.

Not only did An Nansheng not dare to move, she also felt her body temperature suddenly rise. She was probably now like a cooked shrimp, red and steaming.

Mu Fucheng had just come back from outside and his fingers were a little cold.

When she touched her skin, An Nansheng shuddered.

He gently pulled down her skirt, and the wound on her shoulder was immediately exposed.

There was a bright red stain on the gauze, obviously the wound had just been torn again.

"It's bleeding." Mu Fucheng said.

An Nansheng quickly said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Mu Fucheng glanced at her and asked, "It really doesn't hurt?"

An Nansheng quickly pulled her skirt up again and put on the nightgown next to her.

"It doesn't hurt." She was really embarrassed to sit on the bed and chat with Mu Fucheng.

Fortunately, Mu Fucheng stood up and went over to pick up the things he had just brought.

It’s actually a dessert.

"Uncle, where did this come from?"

Mu Fucheng was honest: "I bought it."

An Nansheng: “…”

So, Mu Fucheng just went to buy her dessert?

And isn't it a bit too long to buy dessert? If you don't know, you might think he is not going to buy dessert, but to make dessert.

The packaging bag was just an ordinary brown paper bag, and it was impossible to tell whose dessert it was.

Mu Fucheng took out a box of small cakes from the bag and handed it to her.

"Thank you, uncle."

An Nansheng took it happily. In fact, she couldn't sleep because of the pain, and she was just thinking about this bite.

It was just too late, and Song Ke was tired of following her every day, so she was reluctant to let her go out again.

I didn’t expect Mu Fucheng to actually buy it.

The shape of the small cake is very simple, just an ordinary Black Forest, nothing special at all.

But when she took the cake, a familiar aroma of milk and chocolate entered her nostrils.

An Nansheng was just stunned for a moment. After all, the store was probably no longer open.

She scooped a mouthful with a spoon and put it into her mouth. The melt-in-your-mouth cream and the slightly burnt chocolate immediately captured her taste buds.

An Nansheng widened his eyes in shock:

"Uncle, where did you buy this dessert?"

Mu Fucheng looked down at her condescendingly:

"It's a little-known dessert shop, a little far from here, so I came back a little late."

"This, this..." An Nansheng was so shocked that he couldn't speak: "Uncle, is this dessert shop called Chrysanthemum Cake House?"

Mu Fucheng: "Yeah."

An Nansheng was even more shocked. She looked at Mu Fucheng in disbelief:

"Uncle, how do you know this dessert shop?"

"How do you know I like the food from this dessert shop?"

Mu Fucheng just looked at her indifferently, but did not answer. Instead, he asked:

"Does it still hurt?"

An Nansheng: “…”

An Nansheng couldn't sleep even more.

The owner of this Aster Dessert House used to be a pastry chef in Anjia. Later, he resigned after getting married and having children and opened his own dessert shop.

The owner is Zhang Cuiju, so her shop is called Cuiju Dessert House.

When An Nansheng was a child, she loved her family’s desserts very much, and her father often bought them for her until he passed away.

After An's father passed away, An Nansheng went to buy desserts herself. Whenever she was sad, hurt, or felt like she couldn't go on, as long as she ate the desserts from that shop, she would feel like she could get back to normal.

But then one day, the Chrysanthemum Dessert House was suddenly transferred, and she couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

She still buys desserts frequently, but they no longer taste the same.

Even An's mother might not remember this incident, and even Mu Zheng might not know about it. How did Mu Fucheng know about it?

After not sleeping all night, An Nansheng got up very early the next day.

When I went downstairs, I saw Chen Zheng coming in from outside with one arm in a sling.

He probably didn't expect An Nansheng to get up so early, and it was too late for him to hide.

An Nansheng's face darkened: "Are you injured?"

"Miss." Chen Zheng actually stuttered, "I, I fell, and then..."

An Nansheng was too lazy to listen to his story and interrupted him directly:

"Did that man attack my uncle again last night?"

"Is that why he came back so late?"