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

Ye Luoer was startled, but did not get up from Jian Muye immediately.

"Get out of here." Jian Muye shouted in a cold and emotionless tone.

Not only did Ye Luoer not move away, but she rushed over and hugged him.

"Don't chase me away. I know you're sad, and I can make you feel better."

As he said that, he kissed her stubbornly.

But Jian Muye pushed her away without mercy.

"Get out." Jian Muye climbed out of bed.

Actually, I drank the wine last night and I am almost sober now. But when I came back, I was too sleepy and in a bad mood, so I got angry with the servants at home.

He didn't look at Ye Luoer again, went to the closet to get a bathrobe and prepared to take a bath.

Turning around, I saw that Ye Luoer had taken off her skirt at some point.

She stood naked in front of him, biting her lip, her face full of shyness and stubbornness.

The girl's body is beautiful and clean, as if emitting an alluring sweet fragrance.

Jian Muye just paused for a moment, then went straight into the bathroom with his bathrobe.

The door slammed shut with a bang.

Ye Luoer hugged her arms and couldn't help shaking.

The greater sorrow comes from the bottom of my heart.

She had already done this, but he remained indifferent.

Ye Luoer picked up the skirt, put it on with tears in her eyes, and left in a hurry.

Jian Muye, who was in the bathroom, heard the sound of the door closing and felt inexplicably relieved.

When I came out of the shower, Fang Zhuo was waiting outside the door.

"Boss Jian, Director Jian asked you to come to the company today."

Jian Muye was still wearing his bathrobe and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water with wet hair.

Fang Zhuo followed behind and said earnestly:

"Boss Jian, let me be frank. After all, you are the only son of Chairman Jian. There is no need for you and your son to quarrel like this. The Jian family is facing internal and external troubles now. Do you really not care?"

Jian Muye glanced at Fang Zhuo and asked, "Did he ask you to say these things?"

Fang Zhuo: "No, these are my sincere words."

Jian Muye glanced at him and said, "Then I will tell you what I really think."

He pointed around with his index finger from the hand holding the water:

"I don't care about these or the Jane family."

"I disdain it."

"No."

Fang Zhuo raised his eyelids and looked at Jian Muye, who tasted alcohol in the water. That look was three parts speechless and seven parts looked like he was looking at a fool.

As a person who sells his dignity and personality for money, he really doesn't understand the thought process of a young master like Jian Muye.

Hey?

Do you think the money your father earns is unclean?

Are you starting to rebel now that you’re almost thirty?

Isn't this a fool?

Do you think that if you make a scene at home, drink yourself to the point of gastric bleeding, stop working at An's, and draw a clear line between you and Jian Yunzhang, An Nansheng will even glance at you? You're no longer Jian Yunzhang's son?

Fang Zhuo only gave some advice out of consideration for the fact that Jian Muye had followed him before. Since the other party didn't listen, he naturally stopped talking.

The Jian family was in a mess, while the An family's yard was filled with the baby's things drying in the sun.

Xu Xinci specially asked someone to pull a few ropes in the yard and washed a bunch of small clothes, quilts, blankets, socks, etc. for the baby to wear.

The sun is shining, and the baby's clothes need to be exposed to the sunlight.

That scene is pleasing to look at.

An Nansheng stood in the yard and had a few photos taken, which he sent to Mu Fucheng.

Mu Fucheng might be busy and didn't reply.

She didn't care and followed Mrs. An and Xu Xinci to pack up the babies' things.

The baby's room has already been decorated.

The two small beds were made of pear wood that Mr. Mu had someone buy and he invited a carpenter to come to the Mu family to make them. They are healthy and environmentally friendly.