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

"Is this Song Xu?"

Song Ke leaned over and took a look: "Yes, it's him. He moved in three days ago."

An Nansheng was a little confused, but didn't say anything else. He told Song Ke to let Song Xu into the house.

Taking advantage of today's free time, I'd like to get acquainted with Song Xu. After all, we'll see each other often in the future.

Song Xu came in.

He had just washed his hands and hurried in, wiping them with a white towel.

"Mr. An, you are here."

An Nansheng looked over and found that this face was indeed the one he saw in Fantasy City that day.

Clean, fair and well-mannered.

But I always feel like something is wrong.

"Come and sit down, let's chat." An Nansheng smiled and was in a good mood.

"Yes, Mr. An."

Song Xu sat opposite An Nansheng, his slender and clean hands casually placed on his legs, and his clear eyes looked at her quietly. His expression was natural and not awkward, and he did not flatter or curry favor with her like others did when they saw her.

It was this pleasing appearance that made An Nansheng choose him at first sight among all the young men.

As they were about to start chatting, An Nansheng suddenly realized something:

"Aren't there any servants here? There's not even tea or water."

Just as Song Ke was about to speak, Song Xu said:

"I fired the maid. I thought Mr. An might not like having outsiders around, so I took the initiative. I'm sorry, Mr. An."

He stood up as he spoke: "I'll make you some tea."

Despite being extremely strict at work, An Nansheng is usually very casual.

This villa is for Song Xu to live in, so he can take care of it as he pleases.

Song Xu quickly made a pot of tea, which was her favorite Mingqian Longjing.

An Nansheng was very satisfied. It seemed that Song Xu had been busy for the past three days and had already figured out her preferences.

Sensible, insightful, good-looking, and good at work.

An Nansheng took a sip of tea and said in a comfortable tone:

"Have you quit smoking?"

Song Xu answered obediently: "Mr. An, I don't smoke."

An Nansheng was stunned.

The previous doubts surfaced again: "You have never smoked?"

Seeing her expression change, Song Xu also became a little nervous: "No, I have never smoked. My father had lung cancer and needed treatment, so I came out... That's why I don't smoke."

An Nansheng looked at Song Ke.

Song Ke was confused. "Boss An, Song Xu is telling the truth. His father is indeed hospitalized with lung cancer, and his mother died two years ago. He used to work at an investment company, but he quit and went to Fantasy City because he needed a lot of money."

An Nansheng waved his hand.

wrong.

Song Xu was not the person that night.

She looked at Song Xu: "Take off your shirt."

Song Xu was slightly stunned, then began to unbutton his shirt.

He didn't know what the beautiful sponsor in front of him meant, but he knew his own identity and could only do as he was told.

Without his shirt off, the man looked thin and frail.

An Nansheng stepped forward and poked his chest with his finger.

Song Xu's face turned red as he was being touched in broad daylight.

He was a novice, and even though he had prepared himself mentally, he was still very nervous.

Song Ke turned his head away embarrassedly.

An Nansheng looked normal, but the doubts in his heart were growing.

She pinched Song Xu's arm again. It was limp, with no muscles or lines at all.

An Nansheng became more and more certain that Song Xu was not that person.

She slept with the wrong person.

He looked at Song Xu's face carefully again.

The curtains in the room were drawn that morning, and the light was dim, but the man's high nose bridge and thick eyebrows were completely different from Song Xu's handsome appearance.

"You are not him." An Nansheng said affirmatively.

Song Ke and Song Xu were both stunned.