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

Seeing that it was still early, An Nansheng went to spend some time with the children.

The baby grows cuter and cuter during the day, becoming whiter and chubby.

The personalities of the brother and sister are becoming more and more obvious. The older brother is very quiet. He only feels sleepy when he is hungry or has a bowel movement. He never makes a fuss and just sleeps well when he is sleepy.

My younger sister is a little more patient, lively and cheerful, and she is becoming more and more adorable.

There are three people in total taking care of the babies, including Annie, so even if the little sister makes a fuss, everyone won’t feel tired.

Instead, the crying child gets the milk, and the sweet and soft sister is more favored.

At this moment, the two little guys are asleep, with their rosy lips and fair skin, which makes my heart melt just by looking at them.

The two children are growing more and more beautiful. An Nansheng touched his son's little face. Others said that his son looks like Mu Fucheng.

Every time she heard it, she just smiled. How could An Jingshen be like Mu Fucheng?

She didn't think it was like that at all.

But looking at the appearance of my son, he must be good-looking.

Every time I think of the five-star reviews, Mu Fucheng's face subconsciously pops into my mind.

An Nansheng asked Annie:

"Who do you think my brother looks like? Master Jiu?"

Annie immediately said, "Of course my brother looks like Jiu Ye. If Jiu Ye's son doesn't look like him, who else does he look like?"

An Nansheng stared at his son's face again and shook his head:

"The lower half of my brother's face is obviously like mine, his eyebrows and eyes are similar to mine, and my nose bridge is also very straight."

Anne stared at it and nodded:

"Indeed, the young master also looks like Mr. An, and the young lady looks exactly like Mr. An."

An Nansheng was proud: "I gave birth to him, so of course he looks like me."

She helped the children to press down their quilts and said:

"Go to sleep, you've worked hard."

I went back to my room and took a shower, and Mu Fucheng just happened to send me a video.

An Nansheng recalled the topic he had just discussed with Annie:

"Why do they all say that Depth of Field looks like you? He obviously looks like me too."

Mu Fucheng: "Well, of course it looks like you."

An Nansheng took off the hair drying cap and went to the bathroom to find pajamas, saying:

"You're going to attend the meeting organized by the higher-ups in a couple of days, right? You've been absent from several of the previous meetings."

Mu Fucheng: "Yes, together."

An Nansheng laughed: "Forget it, it's closer for you to go from the Mu family, so you don't have to go all the way around to pick me up."

Mu Fucheng did not allow any doubt: "It's settled."

He accepted it if he wanted to, and An Nansheng was too lazy to argue with him.

Suddenly her eyes fell on a dark purple silk nightgown.

There were dozens of An Nansheng's silk nightgowns hanging in a row. The servants usually arranged all her clothes according to color from light to dark.

But at this moment, this dark purple nightgown was hanging inside the white nightgown, which looked very abrupt.

The maid tidied her cloakroom every day and would never make such a mistake.

"What's wrong?" Mu Fucheng asked when he saw that she looked unwell.

An Nansheng smiled and said, "It's okay. It's getting late, Master Jiu, go to bed early."

Mu Fucheng said, "My second brother and his wife came over this afternoon. They also brought you a pot of flowers, which are quite valuable."

An Nansheng: "Then keep it in your yard."

If he really wanted to give it to her, he should have delivered it to her personally. Mu Fuxuan didn't want to offend Mu Fucheng.

After hanging up the video, An Nansheng's face darkened.

She took out the purple nightgown and threw it aside.

My eyes swept over the summer clothes next to me. There was a white skirt with its hem hanging out, a green shirt with a crooked bow tie, and a French long skirt with one shoulder strap falling off.

This spring outfit is a black Chanel suit hung inside a white one, with one leg of a pair of wide-leg trousers sticking out.

The evening gowns were even more chaotic, with three more skirts that looked like they had been hung up in a hurry, with the hems tucked in randomly.

She casually opened a drawer, which happened to be where her underwear was kept.

All the panties were neatly folded, with a pair of white lace panties thrown on top.

The veins on An Nansheng's temples twitched.