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

The biggest gain for An Nansheng from this cocktail party was meeting Yang Le.

After the cocktail party, she and Mu Zheng sent Yang Le to the car.

After everyone left, An Nansheng fell on Mu Zheng.

I'm almost exhausted after wearing high heels all night.

"Thank you, baby." He hugged Mu Zheng's waist and said, "I'll treat you to dinner later."

Mu Zheng said indifferently, "Why are you being so distant with me? Besides, I really want to work with her. I'm not young anymore, I can't just sit around doing nothing."

This didn't sound right, An Nansheng asked curiously:

"Why, did uncle and aunt say anything?"

Mu Zheng held up two fingers:

"Marriage and work, choose one."

She snorted, "You must be joking. What's so fun about getting married? Unless that man makes me agree willingly, no one can force me to get married."

An Nansheng nodded:

"So you chose to work, which is good."

Mu Zheng glanced at her:

"I'm telling you the truth, if you want to take over Donghu, count me in."

After making sure that this girl really wanted to do it, and not just simply wanted to help her, An Nansheng thought for a moment and said:

"Of course, we can, but we still have to sign an agreement and do what we have to do."

With such a large amount of money involved, An Nansheng didn't want to have any unpleasantness with Mu Zheng later because of money.

Mu Zheng waved her hand and said, "Okay, okay, okay. You have the final say. I'll start a company later so that my parents and Mu Ce won't nag me all the time."

Mu Ce is Mu Zheng's younger brother, the same age as An Nansheng, and is studying abroad.

An Nansheng was puzzled: "What does your company have to do with Mu Ce?"

Mu Zheng sighed. She didn't treat An Nansheng as an outsider either. She was so angry that she kept cursing:

"That bastard has grown wings and wants to emulate my uncle and make his way in the world. He wants to leave such a big Mu family to me. But with the current environment, what can he possibly accomplish? Besides, I'm not you. I dare not take over the Mu family. What if he's completely destroyed by me? Wouldn't I become a sinner of the Mu family?"

"You know me. I'm used to my freedom. I just want to start a small company for fun and find someone to help me manage it. As for me, I still do whatever I want and fly wherever I want."

An Nansheng knew that Mu Zheng had no ambition. This guy just liked to play.

She is not short of money. Several luxury brands personally deliver new models to her for her to choose from.

She just needs to wear their things, take a few photos and post them on social media, and all these things will be given to her for free.

I can’t envy you enough, I can’t envy you enough.

"Okay, call me later and I'll help you take a look."

Mu Zheng yawned, and just then her driver drove over, so she got in and drove away.

An Nansheng wanted to say hello to the Shen family before leaving, so he went back to the cocktail party.

There were not many people left at this moment, only a few big guys were still discussing business in the box, including the Jian family.

An Nansheng was looking for Shen Yitong and the others in each box. When she passed a box, a big hand suddenly reached out and pulled her in.

The door slammed shut, and An Nansheng was startled.

Seeing the person in front of them clearly, they both exclaimed at the same time:

"It's you?"

"You? What are you doing?"

Cheng Ran's fierce eyes gradually regained clarity after he saw that the person he pulled in was An Nansheng. He breathed hotly and said unhappily:

"Why haven't you left yet?"

He supported himself on the wall with one hand, and An Nansheng was trapped between him and the wall, unable to move.

The man reeked of alcohol and had obviously drunk a lot.

In order to keep as much distance from him as possible, An Nansheng wished she could squeeze herself into the wall.

"When I leave, it's none of Cheng Shao's business, right?"

"You simply..." Cheng Ran's eyes were red, and his gaze gradually became fanatical. He seemed to be trying hard to endure something, and veins on his forehead were throbbing: "...you don't know whether to live or die."