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

Looking at the unfamiliar number on her phone, An Nansheng couldn't remember how she had slept with the wrong person.

When asked about Mu Zheng, she was also confused and the phone rang immediately.

"Did you really sleep wrong? Didn't you see that person's face the next day?"

An Nansheng rubbed his temples and said, "I was in a hurry to attend the party and didn't pay much attention."

Mu Zheng repeatedly clicked her tongue, "Didn't you say that she had a great body and was a great lady? It's okay if she slept with the wrong person. Just treat it as a romantic encounter. Besides, whether you work in Fantasy City or spend money there, there are health requirements, so there's no need to worry about getting dirty."

In fact, An Nansheng didn’t have much to worry about, he just felt that this misunderstanding was a bit outrageous.

It has been a few days since the incident happened, there is no point in pursuing it further.

After she hung up the phone, Song Ke asked:

"Boss An, Song Xu is still downstairs. How will he arrange it?"

The main reason why An Nansheng wanted to keep Song Xu was because he had a good figure and was good at sex.

Since you are not that person, there is naturally no need to stay around.

"Let him go back."

Song Ke hesitated:

"Boss An, everyone in Huancheng is envious and jealous of you when they find out that Song Xu is yours. But he was rejected after just a few days. He'll definitely be laughed at when he returns. And I'm afraid he won't be able to continue working there. After being rejected, no one will hire him again."

An Nansheng didn't expect this matter to be so troublesome. It was unacceptable for someone to lose their job because of his own problems.

Song Xu sat on the sofa somewhat uneasily, afraid that An Nansheng would send him back.

When he learned that An Nansheng intended to keep him as his own, he felt like he had escaped death.

An Nansheng was Song Xu's first guest.

He had not been in Fantasy City for long. Although he was good-looking, he was not good at sweet-talking and could not do those seductive moves. He was often benched for as long as he was on the job.

The appearance of An Nansheng was simply his salvation.

There were footsteps on the stairs.

An Nansheng changed her clothes into a black evening gown with fiery red lips, looking like a queen.

Song Xu had never seen such a beautiful and graceful girl, and he couldn't help but stare at her in a daze.

But his mind became clearer and clearer, he would never be able to compare with her in this life.

An Nansheng came over, and Song Xu quickly retracted his somewhat offensive gaze.

"Boss An, can I..."

He really didn't want to leave here, even if it meant staying with her and being her driver.

"You should stay. Isn't your father in the hospital?" An Nansheng glanced at him and said to Song Ke, "Take my business card and make arrangements. Find the best hospital, see a specialist, and use the best treatment plan. I'll pay for it."

Song Xu couldn't believe his ears.

"Mr. An, you..."

An Nansheng glanced at Song Xu again, and raised his delicate eyebrows slightly:

"Song Ke, have someone come over to take his measurements and make him some clothes. If he goes out with me, he can't just wear a shirt and jeans."

Song Ke wrote them down one by one.

An Nansheng had other plans and had no intention of staying here overnight.

She thought that since this person was already hers, she couldn't owe him anything.

So he gave Song Xu a card:

"This is living expenses. The password is on it."

"I've been quite busy lately, so you're free to arrange your time. But remember, stay clean and don't get into trouble. Take this opportunity to learn some social etiquette."

It was only then that Song Xu came to his senses.

An Nansheng really kept him, not only keeping him but also helping his father with his medical treatment.

"Thank you, Mr. An. Thank you, Mr. An."

An Nansheng didn't stay for long.

The car drove out of the villa, and Song Xu waited until her car disappeared before turning around and going into the house.

A black business car was parked on the path not far away.

The bodyguard in the passenger seat looked at the photos he had just received on his phone and was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.

The man in the back seat watched Song Xu's figure disappear in the courtyard with hawk-like eyes.

"explain."

"Master Jiu, the person living here is Song Xu. The young lady brought... a little duck."

The bodyguards didn't even dare to show the little duck's personal information to his grandfather.

The man's voice sounded dangerous:

"I haven't seen you for a few years, and you've become more and more courageous."