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

An Nansheng put down his things and left, not wanting to stay in Jian's house for another second.

As soon as he went out, Jian Muye came out with a sullen face.

"Stop."

"Is something wrong?"

Jian Muye stared at her with an unfriendly look: "Have you taken over the ancient house?"

He looked like he was going to call someone to account, and An Nansheng just thought he was funny.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Jian Muye thought she accepted it and immediately became furious.

"Don't you have a lot of guts? You don't want my things, but you want to take my 2 billion mansion. An Nansheng, do you still have any shame?"

An Nansheng took a deep breath.

She looked at Jian Muye, took a step forward, and put her hands on his shoulders.

Jian Muye was stunned in anger, and forgot to breathe as he looked at the face that suddenly approached.

An Nansheng curled his lips into a smile, suddenly grabbed Jian Muye's shoulders and pressed hard, then hit his knee hard in the stomach.

It was pressing against his stomach. Jian Muye held his stomach in pain and couldn't straighten his back. He was vomiting acid.

An Nansheng let out a long breath, turned around and left.

The best way to deal with this kind of person is to just shut him up.

Song Ke quickly opened the car door for her and couldn't help but give her a thumbs up:

"The boss is awesome."

An Nansheng let out a sigh of relief and felt quite good:

"Is the movement standard?"

"It's very standard, but it lacks a little strength. Let's practice it again later. Next time, Mr. Jian will be able to lie on the ground."

An Nansheng got in the car and rubbed his temples. He felt a headache at the thought of going to the Mu family.

My legs also felt inexplicably weak.

The car drove directly into the Mu family's house and stopped at the gate of Grandpa Mu's yard.

An Nansheng entered the yard alone, carrying her things.

Mu Fucheng was feeding the fish in the pond, apparently waiting for her outside. There was no sign of Old Master Mu in the yard.

An Nansheng's head was even more troubled. If Mr. Mu was around, she would feel more at ease. But when she thought about facing Mu Fucheng alone from a distance, she started to get nervous.

To be honest, she hadn't been this nervous for a long time.

But this house must be returned. Can you just accept something worth 2 billion? Besides, it’s obviously not given away for free.

I can only go ahead with it.

"Uncle, are you feeding the fish? Where's Grandpa Mu?"

Normally, if Mr. Mu knew she was coming, he would definitely come out to see her.

Mu Fucheng turned his head and looked at her, his eyes sweeping over her hands:

"The old man is not here."

An Nansheng was a little disappointed that Mr. Mu was not at home.

Mu Fucheng glanced at her, taking in her expression. He handed the fish feed to the servant next to him and pointed to the pavilion nearby.

"Go sit over there."

Tea has been brewed in the pavilion.

An Nansheng had a feeling that this person seemed to have anticipated her coming and was waiting here specifically.

After Mu Fucheng sat down, he first picked up the towel on the stone table to wipe his hands, and then personally poured tea for An Nansheng.

An Nansheng looked flattered:

"Uncle, let me do it."

She always treated Mr. Mu's place like her own, and the servants couldn't even make tea with her around.

After hearing what she said, Mu Fucheng put down the teapot, and his own teacup was still empty.

An Nansheng picked up the teapot and said with a smile, trying to use his usual tone:

"Uncle, you scared my grandmother and my mother yesterday. I just asked you to help me find the buyer of the house, not to take it for free. We dare not accept such a valuable gift. My mother was so worried that she couldn't sleep all night and asked me to return it to you as soon as possible this morning."

Mu Fucheng looked at her:

"I bought it for you."

An Nansheng's heart skipped a beat. Just a few words were so ambiguous. Aren't you going to hide it?

She laughed it off and acted stupid, deliberately putting the blame on Old Man Mu:

"I know Grandpa Mu loves me, but we really can't take this house. If you think it's suitable, I can buy it from you. Is that okay with you?"

Mu Fucheng looked at her, his eyes darkening.

Are you unwilling to face his feelings, or are you afraid?