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

In the largest bedroom on the third floor, Jian Muye stood at the door, looking at the mess in the room, shocked beyond words.

The room had been smashed to pieces, but it was still clear that it was once a luxurious and beautiful room.

And just from the mess on the ground, you can tell how angry the woman who lived here before was.

Mu Yunzhu pointed around and sneered:

"Look at your dad, he's even better at playing than the young people, haha."

Jian Muye didn't know how to persuade her, so he went over and hugged Mu Yunzhu's shoulders:

"Don't look at it, go down."

Mu Yunzhu still seemed unable to believe it:

"Your dad is actually playing the game of keeping a mistress in a golden house!"

"Does he think I'm old?"

"Why does he despise me? How dare he!"

Jian Muye didn't want to say anything. The father he had always respected had lost his integrity in his later years. As a son, he felt even more depressed than when he went to the grave.

Downstairs, Jian Yunzhang looked at An Nansheng and Mu Fucheng coldly.

"Fucheng, I really underestimated you."

Seeing Mu Fucheng and An Nansheng acting so intimately, his pupils trembled:

"You, you are together?"

Mu Fucheng did not answer him, but warned in a deep voice:

"If you ever think of targeting the An family again, I will make you pay back a hundredfold."

Jian Yunzhang looked at An Nansheng's belly:

"The child is yours?"

The look was so unfriendly that An Nansheng subconsciously turned his body to the side.

Mu Fucheng's eyes were sharp:

"Yes, it's mine."

An Nansheng was shocked.

She had never expected that Mu Fucheng would publicly announce that he was going to be a father.

For a moment, An Nansheng felt a little complicated.

Eight parts touching, one part embarrassed, one part helpless.

He sighed secretly, "Master Jiu, didn't we agree not to make it public for the time being?"

Mu Fucheng looked at Jian Yunzhang:

"I'm worried that some blind people will come back to harass you and affect your pregnancy."

Jian Yunzhang: “…”

Mu Yunzhu and Jian Muye, who happened to be coming downstairs, were shocked again.

Although I had suspected it a long time ago, there is a difference between suspicion and confirmation with my own eyes.

Jian Muye watched helplessly as the woman he loved became pregnant with another man's child, being held in the arms of another man. That feeling...

It's much more painful than seeing your own father cheating and betraying the family.

The key point is that the man is his uncle.

Thinking about having to call An Nansheng "Aunt" when they meet in the future, Jian Muye felt dizzy.

"Why him?"

He couldn't figure it out, and felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe:

"An Nansheng, are you taking revenge on me?"

An Nansheng was even more helpless:

"Boss Jian, we've already moved on, okay?"

"There is no revenge. You are not that important."

Jian Muye collapsed: "Then why is it him? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others?"

An Nansheng leaned in Mu Fucheng's arms:

"When those people outside laughed at me, only Mu Fucheng kept helping me."

“Why should I care what those people think?”

"Who are they? Who are you?"

Jian Muye stood there in shock, speechless.

An Nansheng was too lazy to pay attention to Jian Muye anymore and said to Mu Yunzhu:

"Nana is Song Ke's friend. Now we want to take her away. Mrs. Jian shouldn't stop us, right?"

When Nana heard An Nansheng calling her name, she immediately knew it was her turn to go on stage.

She bowed to Mu Yunzhu with tears in her eyes.

"Mrs. Jian, I really don't like Director Jian. Please let me go."

Mu Yunzhu was so angry at Nana's coquettish look that her brain was about to explode:

"roll!"

"You all get out of here!"

Nana bowed again:

"Thank you, Mrs. Jane."

After saying that, he ran over and grabbed Song Ke.

An Nansheng tugged at Mu Fucheng's sleeve:

"Master Jiu, I'm tired. Let's go."

Mu Fucheng nodded: "Okay."

He naturally took An Nansheng's hand.