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

"Huh?" Song Ke was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses: "Yes."

After explaining this matter to Song Ke, she ignored it and went back to her room to sleep.

The man on the other end of the phone didn't wait for a reply, and a doting smile appeared on his thin lips.

Someone knocked on the door and came in:

"Master Jiu, the old man wants to have a big banquet. You're back so rarely, so we should celebrate and let you get to know your relatives."

The man said calmly:

"Don't announce my return in advance. The banquet will be arranged later."

"Also, my return time has been postponed. I have some personal matters to attend to, so the time is to be determined."

The assistant said without hesitation: "Yes, I will arrange it right away."

When An Nansheng woke up, it was already bright outside. She had a schedule in the afternoon, so Song Ke didn't call her.

After she went downstairs, Song Ke came to report:

"Mr. An, your wife wants you to go back immediately."

"Is something wrong?"

"Ms. Jane is gone."

An Nansheng's face looked a little bad.

Didn’t that bastard Jian Muye just want her to clean up the mess?

In the past, she never went to visit her mother-in-law at the An family during the holidays, but now that she is divorced, she actually condescends to enter the An family for the sake of his sweetheart.

I thought they would have no contact after the divorce, but I didn't expect them to see each other more often than before the divorce.

This bastard is really good at making people feel disgusted.

It was lunch time when we got back to An's house.

The sound of An Nansheng's high heels broke the awkwardness in the living room, and the two women in the An family breathed a sigh of relief when they saw her come back.

There are no men in the An family. An Nansheng's grandfather died shortly after she was born, and her father also died in a car accident when she was eighteen years old.

Everyone in the An family pointed at An Nansheng. When Old Mrs. An and An's mother saw her, they felt they had a backbone.

"Why did you come to my house?"

She asked the question even though she knew the answer, and was very rude.

Jian Muye frowned, feeling that An Nansheng was covered with thorns after the divorce.

Perhaps fearing they would start arguing again, An's mother hurried over to smooth things over:

"Nannan, Muye is here to see me and your grandma. Guests are welcome, so please speak nicely."

An's mother is from the south and speaks softly. Before she got married, she was spoiled by her parents. After she got married, she was spoiled by her parents-in-law and husband. After her husband passed away, she was spoiled by her daughter again.

She is so delicate that she can even wipe away tears when seeing the ginkgo leaves falling all over the ground in autumn.

In front of An's mother, An Nansheng had to endure no matter how angry he was.

Jian Muye, the bastard, saw this clearly and came to the An family to force her.

After changing into the slippers brought by the servant and taking off her coat, she took a deep breath and planned to "talk properly".

Unexpectedly, before she could speak, Jian Muye suddenly came over and grabbed her arm.

His gaze fell on her neck, his eyes widened:

"What's that on your neck?"

The kiss mark on my neck hasn't faded after a day and has turned a little purple.

An Nansheng was amused by his reaction:

"Why are you so excited? Does it have anything to do with you?"

Seeing her indifferent attitude, Jian Muye became even angrier:

"An Nansheng, what's on your neck?"

"you guess."

The more he wanted to know, the more An Nansheng deliberately kept silent.

Funny?

After marriage, he never touched her and said she was disgusting. On their wedding night, he held his beloved in his arms and coaxed her all night in their love nest outside, leaving her alone in the empty house and living a widow until they divorced. Who is he showing off his concern for now?

"how dare you?"

Jian Muye stared at An Nansheng with bloodshot eyes, wishing he could crush her to pieces:

"An Nansheng, how dare you do this to me?"

"Who is it? Who is that man?"

An Nansheng shook off his hand, feeling baffled.

"Why shouldn't I dare? Who are you?"

An Nansheng hadn't had breakfast and was hungry now. She just wanted to get rid of the person quickly so as not to affect her appetite.

"I solemnly declare once again, if there's a problem with the project, you should contact the person whose problem it is. If it's an issue with An's, have someone contact the person in charge. I'm very busy. If you have to go to me as the boss for everything, why would I have so many people?"

"Auntie Wu, please show the guests out."

Jian Muye's eyes were fixed on the kiss mark, almost burning through the skin.

He didn't know why he was so angry.

This was the woman he had always wanted to get rid of, and now he finally got rid of her.

But when he saw the marks left on her neck by another man, he actually wanted to kill that man.