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

After the cocktail party, Mu Fucheng wanted to send An Nansheng home.

An Nansheng was about to decline when Jian Muye and Ye Luoer came over.

Ye Luoer held Jian Muye's arm, and the two looked like a golden boy and a jade girl.

"Master Jiu, Sister An, are you going back?"

An Nansheng admired Ye Luoer very much. No matter when or what conflicts had occurred, she would always have this warm face when they met again.

To be fair, An Nansheng can't do this.

She feels it is unlucky to even look at someone she hates.

She ignored the two of them, turned to Mu Fucheng and said with a smile:

"Uncle, I can go home by myself. It's getting late. You should go home and rest early too."

Mu Fucheng glanced at his watch:

"It's okay, I'll take you there first."

If he refused again, he would be ungrateful. An Nansheng was not opposed to Mu Fucheng giving it to him.

Although Mu Fucheng's industries are all abroad, his status in the Mu family is no lower than that of Mu Zheng's father. Being valued by him is definitely beneficial to An Nansheng.

"Okay then, thank you, uncle."

Jian Muye only felt that the smile was very dazzling.

How long had it been? An Nansheng hadn't smiled at him like this again.

She increasingly ignored him and disregarded his existence and feelings.

She kept saying she loved him, but less than two years after their marriage she suddenly filed for divorce, and after the divorce she acted as if she would never have anything to do with him again.

Jian Muye couldn't understand why this woman really liked him.

"Uncle, let me take her there." Jian Muye said suddenly.

Mu Fucheng's eyes darkened slightly.

Everyone looked at Jian Muye in surprise, not understanding why he suddenly did this.

Ye Luoer was obviously a little panicked. Jian Muye was going to send An Nansheng away, so what should she do?

Let her take a taxi home by herself?

Ye Luoer was so angry that she smiled awkwardly:

"Brother Makino, you and Sister An are not going the same way. Don't you have a meeting tomorrow morning?"

An Nansheng was really confused. Was Jian Muye a psychopath? Who would care about him giving it to them?

"I'll take you there." Jian Muye ignored Ye Luo'er and looked at An Nansheng unkindly: "Don't bother my uncle."

This expression is interesting. He had clearly just taken advantage of An's company, but he acted as if he owed him money.

It's also funny. Jian Muye was like this before the divorce, and she's still like this after the divorce. Anyway, he just doesn't like her at all, right?

"Then I'd rather let my uncle send it off." An Nansheng glanced at Ye Luoer and said, "I don't dare to trouble Mr. Jian. Mr. Jian should send Mr. Ye off."

"An Nansheng!" No one knew what Jian Muye was angry about, but when he saw her refuse with a sullen face, he came up and grabbed her.

An Nansheng subconsciously dodged, and Mu Fucheng stretched out his long arms and brought her into his arms.

Jian Muye was stunned.

Mu Fucheng's similar behavior at the party before would not have made people think too much, but now...

Looking at An Nansheng's hand on his waist, Jian Muye's pupils suddenly shook.

As a man, he understood too well the meaning of this hand's declaration.

He met Mu Fucheng's gaze with a look of shock on his face, but the other party just looked at him calmly:

"I'll take it."

These two simple words sounded like a powerful pressure when they fell into Jian Muye's ears.

A ridiculous idea was about to pop up in his mind, but he suppressed it fiercely.

He forced himself to calm down and said to Mu Fucheng:

"Uncle, it's not appropriate for you to deliver it. Let me do it."

An Nansheng was completely unaware of the open and covert struggles between the two men, nor did she think there was anything wrong with Mu Fucheng's hand, because in her eyes, Jian Muye was no different from the man who had struck up a conversation at the party.

He sneered at Jian Muye:

"My uncle is my elder, so why is it inappropriate for him to send me off? But you, Mr. Jian, are alone in the middle of the night. I feel unsafe asking you to send me off."

He smiled at Mu Fucheng again:

"Uncle, let's go."

Mu Fucheng instructed Jian Muye naturally:

"come home early."

Jian Muye watched An Nansheng get into Mu Fucheng's car, and stood there in a daze.