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

An Nansheng felt his hand being wrapped by a big, dry, hot hand.

My heart trembled slightly.

The armor on her body seemed to become soft, filling her heart with sweetness.

No wonder the couple in our class who were in love early in high school were so sweet just holding hands secretly.

An Nansheng couldn't help but look at the two people's hands holding together, and felt it was a little magical.

She moved her fingers, and then Mu Fucheng's big hand clasped her fingers tightly.

An Nansheng's pupils widened slightly.

Looking up, Mu Fucheng was also looking at her.

There was a faint smile in his eyes, and An Nansheng's heart trembled again.

For the first time, she knew what a doting look meant. It was as if her whole body was immersed in a honey pot, and even the tips of her hair were covered with honey.

She truly realized that such a pair of loving eyes were looking at her at this moment.

It belongs to her.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be loved. You will clearly feel how important you are in his heart.

There won't be a shred of doubt.

An Nansheng felt that his entire chest was filled with Mu Fucheng's shock, which was different from the shock he felt when he suddenly saw him last night.

She believed he had been waiting for her for many years.

Because these eyes must have been staring at her silently like this all the time.

She suddenly recalled the first time she met Mu Fucheng at the Mu family. Thinking about it now, the look in his eyes when he looked at her at that time was clearly restrained and burning.

The two of them exchanged glances frequently, which made Mu Yunzhu very angry.

The woman that the Jian family didn't want was actually going to marry Mu Fucheng, and would be on equal footing with her in the future.

It’s really disgusting just thinking about it.

Seeing how carefully Mu Fucheng was protecting An Nansheng, Mu Yunzhu was so angry that she was about to explode.

That bastard is actually from Mu Fucheng?

impossible!

In a fit of rage, Mu Yunzhu grabbed an antique vase nearby.

Jian Muye was a little slow to react: "Mom, what are you doing?"

An Nansheng subconsciously turned his head when he heard the voice.

Before Mu Fucheng blocked her, she saw Song Xu suddenly rushing over and protecting her with his whole body.

Then with a "bang", the blue and white porcelain vase hit Song Xu's head heavily.

The incident happened so quickly that Gong Yanzhi only had time to say "Fuck" and then quickly went over to catch Song Xu.

Mu Fucheng swung his hand and slapped Mu Yunzhu hard in the face.

With a snap, everyone was stunned.

An Nansheng didn't have time to settle the score with Mu Yunzhu, so he pushed the dazed Nana:

"You go and drive."

Gong Yanzhi tossed the car keys over: "My car is outside, drive mine."

Nana took the car keys and left first.

Song Ke took off his coat and covered Song Xu's head.

Song Xu was wearing a white shirt, the collar of which was wet with blood.

An Nansheng suppressed his discomfort, glanced at Mu Yunzhu coldly, and said to Mu Fucheng:

"let's go."

Mu Yunzhu covered her face in shock.

"Mu Fucheng, I'm your sister, and you hit me?"

Mu Fucheng's eyes were cold: "You should have received this slap a long time ago."

Mu Yunzhu was stunned, as if she had been slapped in the face.

There was something wrong with the expressions of the two men, and An Nansheng realized that Mu Fucheng might be referring to something else.

Maybe it’s the Mu family’s business.

There was no time to pursue anything else at the moment, so the group quickly sent Song Xu to the hospital.

Mu Yunzhu watched them leave, his chest heaving with anger and his old face flushed.

"Yunzhu, are you okay..."

There was a "pop" sound.

Mu Yunzhu slapped Jian Yunzhang hard in the face with her backhand.

Everyone was stunned by the slap. The servants and bodyguards all lowered their heads and quickly left.