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

"Song Ke, get someone to clean up the floor."

An Nansheng looked at Song Xu again:

"You, come with me to the hospital."

Song Xu was still in shock, and was suddenly awakened when An Nansheng called his name.

"Mr. An, no need."

His heart was pounding and he didn't dare look into those beautiful eyes.

He just subconsciously felt that if he told the truth he would be kicked out by Jian Muye, so in order to stay, he chose to lie.

Unexpectedly, An Nansheng not only did not blame him, but also praised him for his kindness, saying that he was a thousand times better than the eldest son of the Jian family...

Song Xu suppressed his inner excitement:

"They are just some flesh wounds. I can rub them with some medicinal wine to make them heal."

Seeing that he was unwilling to go to the hospital, An Nansheng did not force him:

"You are implicated by me today, have a good rest."

As compensation, she left Song Xu another sum of money.

After being disturbed by Jian Muye, she had no mood to stay here and simply returned to Yudu Mansion.

Watching her leave, Song Xu could only hear the powerful words she had just said to Jian Muye.

My heart is beating hotly.

As soon as Jian Muye came out of Feicui Residence, he received a call from Lu Qian, asking him to go out for a drink.

Jian Muye was in an extremely depressed mood. He drove Fang Zhuo out of the car and stepped on the accelerator to the bar where they had agreed to meet.

Seeing him enter the box, Lu Qian patted the two girls leaning on him:

"Our President Jian is here, come on, you two go greet him."

"Go away, don't bother me." Before the person came close, Jian Muye drove the person away in annoyance, picked up a bottle of wine and drank it.

Lu Qian and Zhou Yi looked at each other, something was going on.

Lu Qian sent everyone away, and only the three of them were left in the box.

Zhou Yi looked at Jian Muye's expression:

"Are you angry with An Nansheng again?"

Jian Muye drank the wine sip by sip without answering, his face looking very ugly.

Lu Qian was afraid that he would get drunk in a few rounds, so he snatched the white wine from his hand and replaced it with beer.

"I heard that An Nansheng has a gigolo. Are you angry about this?"

Jian Muye turned his head and looked over:

"Who told you that? I'll pull out the tongue of anyone who starts gossiping."

Lu Qian and Zhou Yi looked at each other again. Is it so serious?

"Uh, I heard someone was saying it." Zhou Yi wondered, "No, you're both divorced. Why are you so mad about An Nansheng keeping a gigolo?"

Lu Qian agreed: "Yes, Aye, your expression is not right. You look like someone who has been abandoned. Are you falling in love with An Nansheng?"

Jian Muye exploded instantly and smashed the wine bottle with a bang.

"I love her?"

"I'm angry because she embarrassed me. I'm angry because she doesn't respect herself. How could I, Jian Muye, like a woman like An Nansheng? Not in this life, not in the next!"

Seeing that he was very emotional, Zhou Yi quickly poured water:

"Yes, yes, you are not in love, don't get excited."

Lu Qian also said: "Not really, not really. You're both divorced. What An Nansheng does has nothing to do with you and won't affect you."

The words Jian Muye hears the most recently are "divorce" and "it doesn't matter", and he gets furious when he hears these words.

"Why doesn't it matter? Even after the divorce, she is still my Jian Muye's ex-wife!"

"She can mess around just because of the divorce? Isn't it because I, Jian Muye, am the one who lost her?"

He brought a bottle of wine and said coldly:

"Tell those who don't control their mouths, if anyone dares to gossip about me behind my back, I will definitely make him pay."

"Okay, okay, don't worry, no one dares to talk about your An Nansheng."

Seeing that he started drinking alone again, Zhou Yi quickly changed the subject:

"Aye, didn't you ask us to help you find the person who wants to take your house? We haven't heard of anyone buying an old house in Fengcheng. I wonder if they are from outside."

Jian Muye took a sip of wine:

"Look again, I must find this person."

Just as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang. It was a call from home, saying that his uncle had returned and was going to hold a family dinner at the Mu family mansion tomorrow, so he had to go back.

"Master Mu Jiu is back? It's said that he's incredibly wealthy abroad. Is that true?" Lu Qian was very curious. "He hasn't been back in years, right? Why did he come back so suddenly?"

Jian Muye put down the bottle of wine in his hand, also puzzled.

This uncle is the nightmare of all the school-age children in their family. He gets full marks in almost every test at school, leaving them with no way out.

By the time an average person graduates from college, his uncle had already expanded the family's overseas businesses tenfold and also obtained two doctoral degrees.

When Jian Muye heard his name, his scalp subconsciously tingled, and even the wine lost its aroma.

"No more drinking, lest it cause any trouble."

An Nansheng also received a call from An's mother.

She was doing a full body treatment, with her cell phone on speakerphone beside her.

"Nannan, the Mu family is having a family dinner tomorrow. Your uncle is back. He's your Grandpa Mu's youngest son, you know? I have to accompany your grandma to the temple. If you don't have time, you can go by yourself. When you get there, control your temper, okay? Don't argue with Jian Muye if you meet him, or you'll make a fool of yourself."