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

When I got home, Mr. and Mrs. Jian had just returned from a social event and hadn't rested yet.

Seeing him come in, Jane's mother couldn't wait to ask:

"Son, I heard your uncle also went to the cocktail party?"

Jian Muye was just about to inquire about Mu Fucheng's affairs.

"Yeah, with Gong Yanzhi." He asked casually, "My uncle has been back for a long time. He should be leaving soon, right? I want to treat him to a meal before he leaves."

Father Jian nodded and said, "You should get closer to your uncle. Our Jian family will definitely need his help in dealing with overseas markets."

Mother Jane flipped through the selfies she took with her old friends on her phone and said:

"Your uncle may have to stay in China for a while. I heard from your aunt that he seemed to have met a girl he liked when he came back this time. Your grandfather was very happy and kept urging him to bring the girl back to see her, but there was no response."

Jian Muye's pupils suddenly shrank, and he thought of the look Mu Fucheng gave him.

That's definitely not the look an uncle should have when looking at his nephew.

It's more like looking at a love rival.

Jian Muye was upset and tugged at his tie irritably as he went upstairs.

Here, Mu Fucheng sent An Nansheng back to the Yudu Mansion.

She has to go to work tomorrow, and this place is close to the company.

"I'm sorry to bother you again today, uncle." When they arrived at the door, An Nansheng said politely, "Uncle, please come in and have a seat. Have a cup of tea before you leave."

Mu Fucheng curled his lips:

"Forget it today."

Chen Zheng came over to help An Nansheng open the car door.

An Nansheng had no choice but to get out of the car. She stood outside the car, bending over and looking at the people in the car:

"Uncle, you should go back and rest early. I'm going to visit Grandpa Mu on the weekend. See you then."

Mu Fucheng nodded: "Goodbye."

An Nansheng entered the yard only after Mu Fucheng's car turned the corner and disappeared.

She had been wearing high heels all day, and as soon as she entered the door, she took off her shoes and went upstairs barefoot.

Song Ke followed behind with her coat and handbag and asked:

"Boss An, do you want to take a bath?"

"Yeah, my legs and feet are a little sore."

Song Ke immediately arranged for someone to run the bath water. After An Nansheng finished taking a bath, he had a full body massage before he went to bed comfortably.

It's the weekend in a blink of an eye.

Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. The Mu family holds a family banquet every year to entertain relatives and branches of the Mu family.

Last year, the An family was also invited by the Mu family. Now that An Nansheng and Jian Muye are divorced, it is naturally difficult for the An family to attend the Mu family's family dinner.

In order to avoid embarrassment for both parties, An Nansheng came to visit Mr. Mu in advance with a holiday gift.

In addition to the mooncakes that are indispensable for the Mid-Autumn Festival, An Nansheng also gave Mr. Mu a piece of calligraphy.

It was not An's mother's dowry, but a piece of calligraphy by a contemporary calligrapher that she obtained by chance.

Mr. Mu liked it very much and said that he was fascinated by this calligrapher recently and wanted to collect his works.

The old man practices calligraphy just for fun. As he gets older, his mentality becomes like that of a child.

I haven't practiced calligraphy much, but I have collected quite a few paintings and calligraphy by famous artists.

An Nansheng took out another can of tea.

"I prepared this specially for my uncle."

Mu Fucheng raised his eyebrows: "Me too?"

An Nansheng smiled and said, "I see you like tea too. This is my own collection of Mingqian Longjing. I only have two jars this year. I'll give you one to try."

When Mr. Mu heard this, he immediately became unhappy:

"Isn't that Nannan's favorite tea? Keep it for yourself. Your uncle is used to drinking coffee, so it would be a waste for him to drink such good tea."

Mu Fucheng handed the tea to Chen Zheng: "I'll drink it."

"It's not proper to fight with a kid." Old Master Mu gave his youngest son a look of disdain.

At this time, the old housekeeper came to report that Jian Muye had arrived.