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

Seeing An Nansheng staggering in from outside, Jian Muye frowned:

"Drinking?"

An Nansheng ignored him, kicked off her high heels, wrapped herself in her coat, and threw herself onto the soft sofa.

She looks really unpresentable.

But hasn’t Jian Muye seen all kinds of miserable and humble looks of hers?

No matter whether she was elegant and intellectual, or rude and arrogant, Jian Muye was too lazy to even look at her.

Since we are divorced, love whoever you want.

She was so tired, exhausted and sleepy, and really had no mood to get entangled with her ex-husband.

"What's the matter? Tell me."

Looking at the woman on the sofa with delicate makeup who had obviously just returned from a party, Jian Muye felt a little complicated.

I thought I would see An Nansheng, who was devastated and depressed, but I didn't expect that she was actually doing well.

Suppressing the slight discomfort in his heart, Jian Muye explained his purpose:

"There's a problem with the project we're collaborating on. Please help me sort it out later..."

Before he could finish, An Nansheng sneered:

"I solve it? Mr. Jian, are you okay?"

"The project leader is your sweetheart. If something goes wrong, is it appropriate for you to ask your ex-wife to go back and solve the problem?"

An Nansheng became angry as he spoke.

The project was painstakingly completed by her and her team, but in the end, it was snatched away by Jian Muye and given to him as a precious gift.

This incident broke An Nansheng's heart, and finally made her decide to divorce and leave this stone that could not be warmed.

Now that the project has run into problems, he actually has the nerve to come to his ex-wife for help.

And he takes it for granted!

Do you really think she is still the same An Nansheng whose heart and eyes are filled with Jian Muye?

An Nansheng turned and left.

At this moment, several people in business suits suddenly opened the door and came in, followed by a well-dressed middle-aged couple.

A group of strangers suddenly broke into the house, and Jian Muye's handsome face darkened:

"Who are you and how do you have the key to my house?"

An Nansheng then remembered, "They are an agency. I have already listed this house for sale."

Jian Muye couldn't believe what he heard:

"An Nansheng, you actually want to sell our wedding house?"

An Nansheng raised his eyebrows:

"What else? We're already divorced, are you really going to keep him around to disgust me?"

She doesn't want any of the people or things here anymore.

After coming out of the bridal chamber, An Nansheng didn’t dare go back to the An family. If she went back, she would have to face her mother’s tears. She was afraid.

She asked Song Ke to take her to the Yudu Mansion.

The Yudu Mansion was An's mother's dowry, and now it has been passed on to her.

When the old housekeeper saw her come back, he personally stepped forward to take her coat, and then repeatedly instructed the servants to run the bath water and light her favorite perfume.

An Nansheng took off her earrings and handed them to Song Ke as she went upstairs, her voice lazy:

"I'm too tired. Let someone give me a massage."

Song Ke followed beside her and took the earrings, watch, ring, etc. that she took off from her body with both hands. "I'll bring you a bowl of bird's nest later."

An Nansheng hummed lazily again.

After taking a bath, the masseur gave her a thorough massage.

This masseur was hired by the family and was only responsible for giving An Nansheng massage. Even when he saw the marks all over his body, he was only slightly stunned and said nothing.

After the massage, I also did a full body care. An Nansheng had already fallen asleep.

The phone rang suddenly.

As the person in charge of the An Group, her two mobile phones are usually on standby 24 hours a day.

It was a private cell phone that rang.

A string of unfamiliar numbers sent her a message: [Where is your five-star review? ]

An Nansheng tapped the phone screen with her pink and smooth fingers.

"Five-star review?"

Two seconds later, a pair of strong arms suddenly crashed into her memory.

She asked Song Ke next to her:

"What was that person's name last night? Song..."

It was because she had the same surname as Song Ke that she remembered the man's surname was Song.

"Boss An, Song Xu, you even praised me for being so lifelike as my name suggests."

An Nansheng's beautiful almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly:

"Really? I can't remember."

Last night, Mu Zheng celebrated her divorce by taking her to Fantasy City and meeting a row of young and handsome guys.

An Nansheng finally kept Song Xu, saying that he was a recent college graduate. He looked very clean and it was obvious that he had not been polluted by this complicated society.

Later, I got drunk and unexpectedly slept with the woman.

Just sleep with her. She is not planning to remarry anyway. Jian Muye has drained away all her longing for love and marriage.

It would be better to find a companion, coax her and pamper her, and replace her with another if one is not well behaved. Isn’t that great?

Thinking of this, he instructed Song Ke:

"Go tell Song Xu tomorrow. I'm going to cover him and have him get a full-body checkup. Also, he has to quit smoking."