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

When Song Xu heard that An Nansheng wanted to stay overnight, he was stunned.

After An Nansheng went upstairs, he also returned to his bedroom, took a thorough shower, shaved, and trimmed his hand and toenails.

After taking care of his personal hygiene, Song Xu opened the wardrobe.

Thinking of what An Nansheng said when he first came to Feicuiju, he thought that the other party didn't like him wearing jeans, so he changed into trousers.

After changing his clothes, Song Xu made another pot of tea and brought it upstairs.

An Nansheng had just finished taking a bath. She glanced at Song Xu from head to toe. He looked clean and refreshed, without the greasiness of other people in Huancheng.

It’s just that the injuries on the face seriously affected the beauty.

"Mr. An, let me help you massage it." Song Xu said.

An Nansheng nodded: "Have you learned it?"

Song Xu spoke frankly: "Huancheng has special training."

An Nansheng seldom goes to Fantasy City, but she knows that the men and women there are all professionally trained.

An Nansheng wore high heels for a long time and her feet were really sore.

She was wearing a bathrobe, and the pair of feet exposed outside looked like they had been soaked in milk. It was obvious that she was a girl who grew up in a wealthy family.

Song Xu held her feet in his hands and didn't dare to breathe. He had never seen such beautiful feet in his life.

His expression was pious and respectful, but he lacked the desire that he should have at the moment.

An Nansheng supported his head with one hand and felt like laughing when he saw his expression.

Just as I was about to tease him, the phone next to me suddenly rang.

It was a message from a familiar string of numbers: [Jinzun, 3303]

An Nansheng narrowed her eyes slightly. It was actually the person from that night.

She almost forgot about this person and didn't want to pay any attention to him. She put down her phone after taking a look, closed her eyes and continued to enjoy Song Xu's massage.

Unexpectedly, the phone rang again, and she patiently picked it up and took a look.

This time, the other party sent five words: [Annansheng, come here.]

An Nansheng was stunned for a moment, then he retracted his foot and sat up.

The other party actually knew his name!

What do you want to do?

blackmail?

Thinking that the other party might know her very well, but she knew nothing about this person, An Nansheng's brows tightened slightly.

This feeling made her, who was used to being in control, very uncomfortable.

No, we must find out who this person is.

"Boss An, aren't you going to continue?" Song Xu was a little nervous: "This is my first time giving someone a foot massage. Maybe I'm using too much pressure..."

"It has nothing to do with you." An Nansheng left immediately: "I have something to take care of. You should go to bed early."

The light in Song Xu's eyes suddenly dimmed, and for a moment, An Nansheng felt like a scumbag.

She changed her clothes and took Song Ke away, heading straight for the Jinzun Hotel.

Arrived at 3303, the door of the room was open.

An Nansheng walked in and heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

There was a man's coat on the sofa and a man's watch on the coffee table.

The coat is obviously a high-end custom, and the watch is a global limited edition of a foreign luxury brand. Judging from the taste, it can be confirmed that this person is definitely not from Fantasy City.

He is so rich, it shouldn't be for blackmail.

So what does this person want to do?

Just asking her to get a room?

At this time, the sound of water stopped and the bathroom door was opened.

An Nansheng turned around and saw a tall figure coming out.

Before I could see the other person clearly.

The next second, all the lights in the room went out.

Then with a bang, the door outside closed.

An Nansheng suddenly felt something was wrong and turned around to run.

She was caught before she could run two steps, and the man pushed her directly onto the bed.

This ambiguous gesture made An Nansheng very angry. This person had obviously set a trap and was waiting for her.

"Asshole, let me go!"

She struggled hard, and in a panic, her hand suddenly touched the switch of the bedside lamp.

An Nansheng was delighted. No matter if this man was teasing her or had some ulterior motive, she would make him pay the price once she found out who he was.

Thinking of this, she pressed it hard.