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

Lin Feng and Song Ke stood in front of the wheelchair to prevent Mu Yunzhu from getting close.

Mu Yunzhu's face looked a little ugly:

"She hasn't even married into the Mu family yet, but the genealogy has already been put up."

An Nansheng said calmly, "Whether I marry into the Mu family or not, this is my opinion. Does Mrs. Jian have any objections?"

Ye Luoer came over and pulled Mu Yunzhu again, with a pleading look on her face:

"Aunt, let's go back. If Brother Makino knows you're here, he'll be angry."

Mu Yunzhu pushed Ye Luoer away:

"Don't meddle in my affairs. Don't think I don't know what's on your mind."

Ye Luoer's face was full of anxiety: "Aunt, I really do this for your own good, please don't be impulsive."

An Nansheng didn't understand what these two people were doing, so he signaled Song Ke to leave, too lazy to watch their performance.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Mu Yunzhu shouted:

"An Nansheng, are you about to give birth? Are you feeling okay?"

From her tone, I could tell she had bad intentions.

An Nansheng ordered Song Ke: "Don't stop, let's go."

Mu Yunzhu's voice came from behind:

"You are here peacefully awaiting your birth, but my poor old ninth child is still unsure whether he is alive or dead."

The wheelchair stopped.

An Nansheng signaled Song Ke to turn around.

She turned and looked at Mu Yunzhu with a deep look in her eyes:

"What did you say?"

Ye Luoer's face was full of anxiety:

"An Nansheng, please leave quickly. It's nothing."

An Nansheng only stared at Mu Yunzhu:

"What happened to Master Jiu?"

Mu Yunzhu glanced at her belly and said maliciously:

"Mu Fucheng is dead."

An Nansheng felt as if he had been hit by a club, and his head was buzzing.

The blood color faded from her originally rosy face at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it turned pale in an instant.

Song Ke was shocked: "Boss, don't listen to her nonsense. Jiu Ye will be fine. Don't you talk to Jiu Ye every day?"

An Nansheng came to his senses, took out his cell phone and called Mu Fucheng.

Thinking of something, she hung up again and sent a video.

But the call was not connected for a long time.

Ye Luoer tugged at Mu Yunzhu again:

"Aunt, let's go back."

How could Mu Yunzhu be willing to leave?

Ever since she knew that Mu Fucheng had been missing for a long time, she and Jian Yunzhang were certain that Mu Fucheng was dead.

Since Mu Fucheng is dead, what's the point of keeping the baby in An Nansheng's belly?

Will the family property be shared with the Mu family after the baby is born?

Besides, she always suspected that An Nansheng was not pregnant with Mu Fucheng's child. Who knew where this bastard child came from.

Seeing An Nansheng's face change drastically, Mu Yunzhu felt happy.

If An Nansheng couldn't bear the blow and had a miscarriage, or simply died and went to accompany Mu Fucheng, it would not be in vain that Lao Jiu liked her.

Mu Yunzhu glared at Ye Luoer fiercely and warned her not to meddle in other people's business.

Mu Fucheng is gone, and if An Nansheng's child is also gone, then Jian Muye might miss An Nansheng even more.

But if An Nansheng gave birth to Mu Fucheng's child safely, Jian Muye would naturally have no hope.

Ye Luoer seems to be kind-hearted, but in fact she has her own calculations.

An Nansheng didn't have time to pay attention to Ye Luoer and Mu Yunzhu until the phone automatically hung up and no one answered the video call.

Song Ke pushed Lin Feng:

"Aren't you Jiu Ye's man? Tell me, is Jiu Ye okay?"

Lin Feng closed his mouth tightly, and his sharp eyes swept towards Mu Yunzhu and Ye Luoer:

"Why don't you get out yet?"

Mu Yunzhu was afraid that An Nansheng was not stimulated enough, so she deliberately said in a cold voice:

"An Nansheng, now that Lao Jiu is gone, the child in your belly is his blood. You must return to the Mu family after the child is born."

An Nansheng looked at Mu Yunzhu coldly:

"Who are you to steal my child?"