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

Jian Muye looked at Mu Yunzhu in surprise, feeling that something was shattering before his eyes.

Mu Yunzhu's slap not only shattered his son's last attachment to home, but also knocked off Jian Yunzhang's mask.

"You dare to hit me?"

Jian Yunzhang's eyes were filled with viciousness, like an angry poisonous snake.

Mu Yunzhu was almost mad with rage. She pointed at Jian Yunzhang and spat vulgarly:

"Shameless old man, explain to me clearly in front of your son what's going on with this house and that woman? If you don't explain clearly, I'll never let you go!"

Jian Yunzhang felt his head was buzzing.

For many years, he had been accustomed to the life of a superior person and had long forgotten the days when he had to bow down to others.

But today, Mu Yunzhu and Mu Fucheng reminded him again and again of his embarrassment and misery back then.

How dare they?

"That's right." Jian Yunzhang smiled. "I built this house secretly. Every brick and tile here was earned by me, Jian Yunzhang, with great difficulty. It has nothing to do with your Mu family."

"That woman? Don't worry, a woman will move in here sooner or later, but it definitely won't be you, the arrogant and useless eldest daughter of the Mu family."

Mu Yunzhu widened her eyes, unable to believe what she heard.

"Jian Yunzhang, what did you say?"

Jian Yunzhang snorted coldly, "Anyway, I've already offended Mu Fucheng. Given the moral character of your Mu family, they will definitely not let me go. Mu Yunzhu, do you think that even today, I'm still afraid of your Mu family?"

He stared at Mu Yunzhu coldly:

"If you still want to be Mrs. Jane, then just go back and be a good Mrs. Jane."

"If you're tired of being Mrs. Jane, I wouldn't mind having someone else do it."

"Jian Yunzhang?" Mu Yunzhu's legs went weak. If Jian Muye hadn't supported her from behind, she would have fallen to the ground.

They had been married for almost thirty years, and it seemed like this was the first time she saw Jian Yunzhang's true face.

It's so ruthless and shameless.

Did the Mu family actually raise a wolf over the years?

Jian Muye originally didn't intend to pay attention to his parents' troubles, but Jian Yunzhang's words forced him to stand up.

"Change someone?" Jian Muye asked coldly, "Are you planning to change your son too?"

Mu Yunzhu held her son's arm tightly, as if she was holding on to her last straw.

Jian Yunzhang looked at his wife and son and sighed:

"Son, that's not what I meant."

"You saw it too. It's your mother who won't give up."

Jian Muye said with a serious face:

"If you want to change Mrs. Jane, then change her son as well."

After saying that, he helped Mu Yunzhu up: "Let's go."

Mu Yunzhu was still unwilling to give in:

"Jian Yunzhang, I won't let you go. If you dare to let a woman live here, I'll bring people to raze this shabby house of yours."

The eldest daughter of the Mu family was famous for her hot temper when she was young.

In order to win the heart of Miss Mu, Jian Yunzhang tried hard to play the role of a gentle and elegant gentleman, and he played this role for thirty years.

He didn't want to act anymore, but he forgot to ask Miss Mu if she agreed.

An Nansheng and Mu Fucheng, who successfully set a fire in Jian Yunzhang's backyard, sent Song Xu to the hospital.

After an X-ray examination, it was found that the injury on Song Xu's head was only an external injury and required a few stitches.

The doctor asked me to be hospitalized for observation, fearing that I might have a concussion.

Song Xu woke up soon after being sent to the ward. As expected, he had some symptoms of concussion, with a dizzy head, nausea and vomiting.

Seeing that An Nansheng was still in the hospital, Song Xu suddenly became anxious:

"Mr. An, why are you still here? Go home and rest quickly. I'm fine."

He looked so nervous, not at all like an employee talking to his boss.

Mu Fucheng's eyes swept over his face, but Song Xu didn't react at all. He was still urging An Nansheng to go home and rest, fearing that she was tired.