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

"You let me?" Mu Fucheng glanced at Jiang Hang.

Jiang Hang moved forward again:

"Just kidding, Brother Nine, calm down."

Mu Fucheng was very calm and didn't want to pay any attention to him.

"If nothing happens, get out."

Jiang Hang smiled and said, "I really don't have anything to do. I was bored staying at the Mu family, so I came to play with you. It's your fault that you don't go home and run to your girlfriend's house all day."

Mu Fucheng got up and went back to the house.

Jiang Hang followed behind him: "Something's happening, something's happening. I really have something to do."

Then he took out a gift bag from his pocket:

"I didn't attend my eldest nephew and niece's hundred-day party, but I did prepare gifts. I got beaten just for buying these two little things. Look at my face, it's still blue."

Mu Fucheng stretched out his hand.

Jiang Hang quickly presented the gift with both hands, grinning:

"I hope my nephews and nieces like it."

Mu Fucheng casually threw the bag to the servant beside him.

"Okay, I've received the gift, you can go now."

Jiang Hang didn't want to leave. The bruises on his face had finally faded a little. He was almost going crazy staying at the Mu family for the past few days.

"Brother, I beg you for a favor."

"explain."

"If my dad calls, you can tell him I'm working for you as an intern, how about that?"

Mu Fucheng snorted, "Do I still have to pay you a salary?"

Jiang Hang: "No, no, you don't have to pay me a salary, just provide me with three meals a day. I'll eat whatever you eat."

Mu Fucheng: "No, it's not worth it."

Jiang Hang: “…”

After all, he has a college diploma. Not only does he work for free, but his labor is not even worth three meals a day?

This is so insulting.

"Brother, you're going too far."

Jiang Hang turned around and walked out with great courage:

"If you don't want me, then I'll go find Sister An. I can speak at least three languages. I can be her assistant for free. I don't believe she won't want me."

Mu Fucheng: "Come back."

Jiang Hang paused: "Okay."

Mu Fucheng: "..."

This kid is so flexible, it must be because Jiang Ning went back, and he must have received a life-threatening call from old man Jiang.

Just as I was feeling disgusted, a woman in a purple suit came over with a tray.

"Master Jiu, I heard that there are guests at home. I will bring you a pot of tea."

Mu Fucheng glanced at Cao Shiyue, his eyes a little cold.

Noticing his gaze, Cao Shiyue deliberately turned her body sideways. She knew that standing sideways could perfectly show off her body curves.

Just as the show was going on, a figure suddenly intervened and stood in front of Mu Fucheng.

Jiang Hang stared at Cao Shiyue from head to toe, with an expression that was irritating to the eyes:

"Who are you, big sister? Why are you staring at my brother? Are you trying to seduce him?"

Cao Shiyue, who was feeling conceited, almost choked on her own saliva.

"Who are you?"

"What do you care who I am? Who the hell are you? This dress isn't yours, is it? It's at least two sizes too small. This is the first time I've seen someone pull off a ladylike socialite look that looks like a nightclub beer girl. If the brand sees this, you'll be sued, you know?"

Cao Shiyue never thought that Jiang Hang, a man, would have a mouth that stinkier than the old lady at the village entrance.

When had she ever suffered such humiliation, especially in front of Mu Fucheng, she was so angry that her eyes turned red.

"Where did you come from, you filthy scoundrel? What does my conversation with Master Jiu have to do with you?"

Jiang Hang: "You're the bitch. You're so horny you want to take off all your clothes and throw yourself on my brother. Your slutty aura is almost making me suffocate. Don't think I don't know."