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

Jian Yunzhang was arrogant.

"Mr. Doyle may not be familiar with the aristocratic families in Fengcheng. Although my Jian family has not been prosperous for a long time, it is still one of the most prominent in Fengcheng. In Fengcheng, I, Jian Yunzhang, still have a say."

Doyle raised his eyebrows:

"Then if I do something in Fengcheng, can Mr. Jian help me?"

Jian Yunzhang pondered for a moment:

"Are you sure Mu Fucheng is really dead?"

Doyle laughed and said, "I fired the gun myself and saw him fall into the sea with my own eyes. How could it be fake? Moreover, I sent people to guard that sea area for a full half month. His men had no chance to rescue him at all."

Jian Yunzhang believed it.

"Mu Fucheng must be dead. His woman couldn't even come back to give birth."

Doyle's eyes lit up: "His woman gave birth to a child?"

He laughed as he said:

"We've tried to get all kinds of women into his life, but nothing worked. I'm curious what kind of woman would catch his eye."

Jian Yunzhang sneered:

"To be honest, this woman is my ex-daughter-in-law. Because she displeased my son, we divorced after just over a year of marriage. Who would have thought that she would start hooking up with Mu Fucheng soon after the divorce? What a misfortune for our family."

I thought this would resonate with Doyle, but he shrugged and said:

"They're divorced. It has nothing to do with your family. Your family's misfortune cannot be blamed on them."

Jian Yunzhang: “…”

Haha, a fool like Doyle is essentially a foreigner and has no idea about the Chinese people's modesty and tactfulness.

Doyle's mind was full of other things, and he smiled and said:

"The old man of the Mu family is already very old. I'm worried that if he dies on the way, it will be troublesome."

He did not say it clearly, but just said:

"Mr. Jian, if you can help me resolve the emergency in Fengcheng, I will definitely fulfill my promise after I return. I will not lose a cent that is due to you."

Jian Yunzhang was so clever: "Instead of arresting the old man, you want to arrest An Nansheng?"

Doyle spread his hands: "No?"

Jian Yunzhang nodded repeatedly: "Of course."

If An Nansheng died, wouldn't An's and Donghu belong to the Jian family?

An Nansheng was giving birth, so now was the perfect time to deal with her. As the saying goes, it's best to take advantage of someone's illness to kill them, but unfortunately he was too busy with his troubles to do anything.

If the foreigner Doyle could take action, it would be a blessing from heaven for Jian Yunzhang.

"Don't worry, I will definitely help you escape."

Doyle was quite dissatisfied: "Your China's public security is too good. It's really a headache."

On the second day after the cesarean section, An Nansheng was asked to get out of bed and move around.

With the pain relief stick, she felt that the wound was okay and the pain was bearable.

She wandered over to the nursery to see the babies.

The two little guys are sleeping soundly, they look so cute and more adorable the more you look at them.

The nurse also praised: "I have worked here for so many years, and I have never seen such a lovely baby. Especially the little princess, she will definitely be as beautiful as her mother when she grows up."

An Nansheng was also happy when his child was praised.

I walked around for two more laps. Maybe the soup Annie gave me was effective and I was able to pass gas smoothly.

After passing gas, you can eat something easily digestible. An Nansheng doesn't dare to eat too much, for fear that she won't be able to lose weight after the confinement period.

In the afternoon, Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu Zheng came again and brought valuable gifts to the two children.

Old Master Mu also gave An Nansheng a big gift and specially prepared a gift list, which included a lot of things, from gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings to nutritional supplements.

Send him directly to An's home to avoid taking up space in the hospital.

An Nansheng finally knew who Mu Fucheng inherited the gift-giving style from.

Thinking of Mu Fucheng, An Nansheng's heart darkened again.