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

An Nansheng looked at the man in front of him, somewhat puzzled.

"what?"

"Invitation." Jian Muye looked at her expression and said, "Why, you didn't plan to invite the Jian family?"

An Nansheng was stunned for a long time, making sure that he had not heard wrongly.

"Why should I send an invitation to the Jian family?" An Nansheng felt as if she had just heard a huge joke: "Have you ever seen anyone who is divorced and still treats their ex-husband's family as relatives?"

Jian Muye was a little confused about the answer, but he was unwilling to give up.

He said angrily:

"Then why did you invite my uncle? Are you very familiar with him?"

"Very familiar. My uncle has helped me a lot. Is there anything wrong with me inviting him?"

She just thought about it and thought that Mu Fucheng must feel that it was a bit abrupt for him to offer help, so he used the guise of Grandpa Mu.

The other party's behavior really makes people feel warm and touched.

Jian Muye was stunned.

From what An Nansheng said, the two of them have met privately many times?

An Nansheng didn't know what Jian Muye was doing and didn't want to say anything to him.

He said coldly:

"Mr. Jian, I think that apart from necessary contact at work, there is absolutely no need for us to communicate privately. I think you should agree with this, right?"

Jian Muye choked again.

No wonder the woman didn't even glance at him just now. She was trying to draw a clear line between them.

well.

"An Nansheng, don't think I'm pestering you."

An Nansheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "What is Mr. Jian doing now?"

Jian Muye was so angry at her that he almost had a heart attack. His mind got hot and he said coldly:

"I'm here to warn you not to have any ideas about my uncle. Stay away from him. A man like him is not something you can dream of. If any rumors get out, not only the An and Mu families, but also the Jian family will be embarrassed. Besides, don't you already have Song Xu? Are you so short of men?"

An Nansheng was so angry when he heard this that he swung the bag in his hand and smashed it.

"I'll beat you to death, you bastard, for talking nonsense!"

Jian Muye didn't expect her to attack him without saying a word, and he was hit several times.

"An Nansheng, are you crazy?"

An Nansheng was almost mad with anger. He wanted to beat Jian Muye to death, and the balls on his head fell apart.

"Why was I so blind to marry you?" She yanked off her hairband and grabbed a handful of hair, then pointed her bag at Jian Muye and said, "Don't let me see you again."

He got into the car angrily and left.

Jian Muye touched his neck and felt blood on his hands.

It must have been scratched by the zipper or something else, and my neck is burning with pain now.

"Crazy woman."

Turning around, Mu Fucheng was standing not far away.

Jian Muye's heart trembled and his face darkened.

The fact that Mu Fucheng was standing here meant that he was not sensitive on the day of the cocktail party.

He came here today specifically to test the two of them. It seemed that An Nansheng didn't have any ideas, but it was hard to say about Mu Fucheng.

He frowned and walked towards Mu Fucheng.

"Uncle."

Mu Fucheng withdrew his gaze from a distance, looked at Jian Muye, and said:

"You are already divorced. Keeping distance is good for both you and her."

Jian Muye was shocked.

He was just suspicious at first, but he didn't expect that Mu Fucheng would personally confirm his guess to him in the blink of an eye.

Jian Muye felt a sudden panic in his heart and subconsciously didn't want to face this topic directly.

"Uncle, you may not know this, but although An Nansheng and I are divorced, we are different from others. You don't know that An Nansheng loved me very much and insisted on marrying me..."

Mu Fucheng interrupted in a deep voice: "That was in the past."

Jian Muye took a deep breath:

"We're getting divorced just because we had some problems. She must still have me in her heart. We'll get along after a while..."

Mu Fucheng interrupted him again: "You are finished."

Jian Muye looked at Mu Fucheng and suddenly panicked:

"Uncle, what do you mean?"

"I came back specifically for her." Mu Fucheng said seriously, "This time, I won't let go."

Jian Muye felt like he was hit on the head with a stick.

He shook his head and walked away in disbelief.

Chen Zheng was a little worried:

"Master Jiu, isn't it a little early to show your hand now?"

Mu Fucheng: "I don't want to see other men bothering my woman."