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

The old housekeeper found a photo from the album in the study.

In the photo, An Nansheng, about fourteen or fifteen years old, is holding a carving knife and carving wood.

The rabbit she was carving in her hand was half finished. Judging from the wood, it should be the one in her hand.

After staring at the photo for a long time, An Nansheng vaguely remembered that he did seem to have learned wood carving, but when he thought about it more deeply, he could not remember the origin of this rabbit.

Too much time has passed, and she had so much to learn as a child, including foreign languages, piano, dance, calligraphy, golf, etc.

The old butler smiled and said:

"Miss, it's okay if you don't remember. You only studied for a few months back then, but then you kept hurting your hands, and the ladies were worried about you. Plus, you were too busy with school, so you gave it up."

Song Ke wondered: "But why did this rabbit appear at the auction?"

An Nansheng didn't sleep well last night and looked a little impatient:

"It's obviously directed at me."

There have been a lot of strange things happening recently.

The mysterious man who slept with her but refused to show his face.

A wooden carved bunny that had been missing for many years suddenly reappeared.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or someone is just trying to be mysterious.

"Song Ke, go to the auction more often. I want to know who sold this rabbit within three days."

Song Ke hurried to make arrangements.

Seeing that she looked unwell, the old housekeeper served her a bowl of ginseng soup and asked her to drink it before going to bed.

The Mu family mansion.

Mr. Mu's walking stick hit Mu Fucheng's shoulder with a "dong" sound:

"If you don't want to play chess with me, then get lost. You're wasting my time just sitting there in a trance. Do you look down on my chess skills?"

Mu Fucheng's shoulder twitched.

Mr. Mu took a look and pretended not to care even though he was clearly concerned.

"What are you hiding for? Are you injured?"

Mu Fucheng made a quick move: "It's okay, I was scratched by a little wild cat."

Mr. Mu immediately became energetic.

Little wild cat?

He was also young, and we are all men, so who doesn’t know who?

"Xiaojiu, did you gain anything from returning home this time?"

Mu Fucheng nodded: "Yeah."

Old Master Mu was getting anxious: "Whose girl is this? If you like her, marry her right away! Your father has prepared the betrothal gifts eight hundred years ago, just waiting for you to come to your senses."

Mu Fucheng: "It's still early."

Mr. Mu threw the chess piece:

"What are you doing? Hurry up and bring the person back to me."

Mu Fucheng took the opportunity to get up and leave:

"I have an appointment tonight, I'll play chess with you tomorrow."

Mr. Mu slipped away before he could get any information. He was so angry that he yelled:

"Why don't you tell me which girl this is? This bastard is only saying half of what he says. He's really trying to piss off his father."

Mu Fucheng arrived at the bar where they had agreed to meet, and the person who had invited him was already there.

Gong Yanzhi complained when he saw him:

"My fantasy city is so big that it can't accommodate a Buddha like you, right? You have to give money to others."

"Buddha doesn't go to places like yours." Mu Fucheng sat down opposite him: "It's not convenient recently."

Gong Yanzhi immediately got gossipy:

"Why is it inconvenient? Do you owe my employees sleeping wages?"

"roll."

Knowing that he didn't like joking, Gong Yanzhi didn't dare to go too far.

Closer to home:

"I found out what you asked me to find out. No wonder your nephew wanted to rob that old house. The higher-ups are planning to develop that area."

Mu Fucheng narrowed his eyes slightly. It turned out that he had misunderstood Jian Muye. He thought that he was deliberately competing with An Nansheng for the ancient house, so he forcefully bought the house.

But it doesn’t matter. It’s not okay to bully An Nansheng anyway.

The two were drinking when a familiar figure suddenly entered Mu Fucheng's sight.

An Nansheng was wearing a black high-necked vest and denim shorts, revealing a part of her snow-white waist.

The woman who cried and screamed that she was going to die under him last night transformed into a real wildcat under the cover of night.

Seeing her dancing passionately with a group of men and women swaying her slender waist, Mu Fucheng's face darkened.

Then he stood up and walked over.