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

An Nansheng felt so aggrieved. She knew that the person hugging her was Song Ke, and she was drunk, so she couldn't control her emotions.

"Why?"

"Asshole...bully..."

After all, she is a young girl. Others have just entered society, but she is already struggling alone to deal with a family like the Jane family.

No one helped her.

No one will sympathize with her.

too difficult.

An Nansheng grabbed Song Ke's collar tightly, his face full of grievance:

"I'm so tired."

After a while, he poked Song Ke's chest again, his aggrieved face full of disgust:

"Your breasts are...hard..."

At the end, he even touched it.

I didn't feel it, and I was very unwilling to give up. I continued to touch it, but it was still hard and hurt my face.

"Let's go to the Jade Residence." An Nansheng was drunk and said with a big mouth: "I want to keep Song Xu here. I'm going to sleep with him right now..."

She closed her eyes and shouted in defiance:

"I just want to... just want to sleep..."

"Who do you want to sleep with?" Mu Fucheng's face was dark and his tone was dangerous.

Unfortunately, the person in my arms didn't notice it at all at this moment, and opened her pink lips:

"Song, Song Xu."

Mu Fucheng put her on the bed and pinched her face viciously:

"I had no intention of doing anything, but now I'd be doing you a disservice to your audacity if I didn't do something."

A familiar tingling sensation came from my lips.

The room was very air-conditioned, so An Nansheng hunched his shoulders and pressed his body tightly against the heat source in front of him.

She hugged him in a daze, feeling her skin being set on fire inch by inch, burning her already chaotic brain so much that she completely lost the ability to think, and could only passively accept the waves.

Her waist was almost broken by the strangulation, and the tingling pleasure overwhelmed her again and again, temporarily making her forget the boredom in her heart.

When he woke up the next day, An Nansheng felt sore all over.

Song Ke stood by the bed with a grim expression, holding a bag of clothes. The skirt she wore yesterday was in the trash can, ravaged like a rag.

An Nansheng opened his eyes wide, lifted the quilt to take a look, and almost swore.

What is this thing called?

Is it because God thinks she isn't unlucky enough?

Song Ke blamed herself so much:

"I'm sorry, Mr. An. It's my mistake. I shouldn't have left you alone to pay the bill. It's all mine..."

"I don't blame you." An Nansheng threw back the quilt and got out of bed: "Is it still that person?"

Song Ke was stunned again when he saw the marks all over her body, and quickly took a bathrobe and put it on her:

"That should be it. I was searching like crazy for you, searching every hotel near the bar. I was about to call the police when that person texted the hotel's address and number to your phone. By the time I got there, he was gone. What's even weirder is that the bar's surveillance camera was broken last night."

This method was undoubtedly done by that person.

Is this a fucking addiction to sleeping?

The complexity of An Nansheng's heart cannot be described in words.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Perhaps because it was familiarity, her mood soon calmed down, and there were more important things to do at the moment.

"I'll take a shower first and go back to An's house later."

She still had to face what she had to face after she sobered up. She couldn't let the Jane family talk nonsense in front of her family.

When I returned to An's house, An's mother came to greet me from afar, looking excited.

"Nannan, Nannan, you are finally back!"

An Nansheng's heart sank, thinking that the bastard Jian Muye had come to his door.

Then An's mother gasped:

"Your uncle is here, and he brought so many things with him. They are all rare treasures. Mom was scared to death."

An Nansheng was stunned.