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

Ye Luoer cried so sadly.

Jian Muye was feeling depressed and had no intention of comforting her:

"Okay, stop crying. Go home and have a good rest. Don't mention this matter anymore."

Don't mention it again, does that mean we should just let it go?

Ye Luoer was still unwilling to accept it. She had finally persuaded Jane's mother to get the position of general manager, but it was gone just like that?

Not only that, what would Jane's mother think of her if she knew that she lost to An Nansheng?

Ye Luoer's hands and feet were cold, and her tears were not all acting.

She really regretted letting Ye Chuan join Feihong and wished that Ye Chuan would die.

And there is Chen Qi, a useless waste who is more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything. He is greedy for money.

Thinking that the people around An Nansheng were all more capable and loyal than each other, while her side was full of selfish trash, Ye Luoer felt angry and jealous.

The crying became more and more sad.

"Brother Makino, it's all my fault. If only my brother were still here, everything would be great. He's smarter and more capable than me. With him helping you, you definitely wouldn't let Sister An take advantage. It's all my fault."

Jian Muye, who was originally irritable, relaxed his brows. He hugged Ye Luoer into his arms, sighed, and said in a gentle voice:

"Don't cry, it's not a big deal. When you have nothing to do, just accompany my mom for tea and shopping."

Ye Luoer's eyes were filled with tears:

"My aunt will definitely be angry with me. I have disappointed her."

Jian Muye patted her shoulder gently:

"You can't be blamed entirely for this. Just explain it to her and then you can comfort her later."

"really?"

"real."

Ye Luoer leaned her face on Jian Muye's chest and sobbed softly a few times, but there was a smile in the corner of her eyes.

As long as she can deal with the mother and son of the Jian family, she can start over again.

However, in Ye Luoer's opinion, she did not completely lose. In any case, the conflict between Jian Muye and An Nansheng became deeper, and the two almost became enemies.

So, it is not certain who will win or lose.

Feihong's initiative returned to An's family. An Nansheng finally felt proud and swept away the boredom of recent days. He simply gave himself half a day off and made an appointment with Mu Zheng to go shopping.

Mu Zheng didn't dare to wander around the country recently, and just came back from outside after the Mu family's Mid-Autumn Festival dinner two days ago.

When Mu Zheng heard that An Nansheng had kicked Ye Luoer out of Feihong, she was happier than An Nansheng himself.

"Baby, you did a great job." Mu Zheng said excitedly, "You didn't know that my aunt brought her along on the Mid-Autumn Festival. Grandpa's expression was really ugly. Second Aunt asked Jian Muye and Ye Luo'er if good things were coming soon, and my aunt said straight away that they were very close. Jian Muye didn't react at all, and I don't know what he meant."

"Don't tell me about them anymore." An Nansheng sat on the sofa, watching the clerk place pairs of newly arrived high heels in front of her one by one. She looked very happy. "It's a bummer."

Then he stretched out his white fingers and tapped a few times:

"This pair, this pair, this pair. I don't want these. Pack up the rest and send them to my house later."

Several shop assistants smiled instantly, and the manager even personally made two cups of coffee and brought them over.

An Nansheng said to Mu Zheng, "I'm in a good mood today. You go shopping and I'll pay. Hurry up, or I won't wait any longer."

"So good?" Mu Zheng picked out a few pairs without hesitation.

The two of them had dinner together. An Nansheng suggested going to the bar, but Mu Zheng, who always loved to play, just shook her head:

"I won't go even if I'm beaten to death. If my uncle finds out, will you support me for the next few months?"

After Mu Zheng left, An Nansheng still felt a little unsatisfied.

I originally wanted to invite some friends out for a drink, but I accidentally opened the message.

The unfamiliar phone number was in the third place: Jinzun 3303.

The pair of strong arms immediately appeared in An Nansheng's mind, and his scalp suddenly felt numb.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, he copied and pasted his exquisitely manicured fingers, paused slightly, and clicked send.