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

An Nansheng was discharged from the hospital.

Seventy-two hours have passed and there is still no news of the child.

She was mentally prepared for her child to be taken abroad.

In the words of the police, the fact that there is no news now is also good news, which means that everything is going well on Doyle's side.

If everything goes well there, it means the child is safe.

An Nansheng no longer has any hope of finding the child in China, but Song Ke and Jian Muye have not given up and are still looking.

After all, Old Mrs. An knew that her great-grandson had been stolen, so she must have been mentally prepared. When she saw only the younger sister being brought home but not the older brother, she just shook her body.

In her life, she first lost her husband at a young age, and then lost her son when she was old... Her heart was already very strong.

An Nansheng no longer hid the truth from her and briefly explained the situation in Mufu City.

"Master Jiu is still alive. He will definitely be able to bring the child back. Don't worry, grandma."

Old Mrs. An's voice was a little hoarse: "Is Fu Cheng really still alive?"

An Nansheng nodded heavily: "Yes."

Old Mrs. An and Xu Xinci kept shouting "Amitabha".

An Nansheng started eating.

The family also hired a professional postpartum rehabilitation therapist, who not only helped her recover as quickly as possible, but also helped her lose fat, shape her body and improve her physical fitness.

Fortunately, everything is going well for the company. Not only that, Yipin Villa has recently sold several houses.

Another week passed.

An Nansheng had just put on her belly band when Song Ke hurried in with her cell phone, her voice trembling:

"Boss, Jiu Ye's video."

An Nansheng was startled and quickly picked up the phone to answer it.

The face she had been thinking about day and night appeared in the video, and tears rolled out almost instantly.

Mu Fucheng's heart tightened when he saw this:

"I'm sorry for making you worry again."

An Nansheng was speechless and could only shake her head, her tears streaming down her face.

Mu Fucheng really wanted to get out of the phone and help her stop crying.

"Don't cry. I have good news for you. The child is here." He said quickly, "I swear, I will bring my son back safely. Believe me."

An Nansheng's tears flowed even harder.

Song Ke was also crying.

Finally she heard the news about the young master, and her heart dropped to her stomach.

But the young master is in the hands of a big villain like Doyle, so it would be difficult to rescue him.

The two of them had just relaxed a little, but their hearts became tense again.

An Nansheng took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress his tears, and said in a deep voice:

"You should also pay attention to safety."

"Don't get hurt again."

Mu Fucheng agreed quickly: "Okay."

This is obviously a perfunctory approach.

An Nansheng didn't ask anything, it would be useless to ask.

Even if she wanted to fly over immediately, it was impossible.

If she went there, she would not only be of no help, but would also cause more trouble.

"Can I tell the old man that you're alive? He's been devastated by what happened to you and his son."

Mu Fucheng shook his head: "I can't say for now. I can't be sure if the Mu family has someone planted by Jian Yunzhang. He must have a connection with Doyle."

An Nansheng nodded, "I understand."

But since Mu Fucheng dared to let her know that he was still alive, it meant that his deployment should be almost complete.

"Nannan, I'm sorry, I broke the appointment."

Mu Fucheng stared at the person in the video, his eyes full of longing.

The last time I saw her on her birthday, her face had obviously gained some weight, but now it looks almost the same as it did before she got pregnant.

Most people gain weight during pregnancy and confinement, but his little girl loses weight.

It's his fault.