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

An Nansheng didn't know that Mu Yunzhu had gone to find Old Man Mu to make trouble.

At this moment, she was also looking through the betrothal gift list and asked Mu Fucheng:

"Master Jiu, you're not going to bring all the treasures that the old man has saved to me, are you?"

Mu Fucheng was staring at his phone with an ugly look on his face.

Hearing his fiancée's question, he calmed down and said calmly:

"The betrothal gift is indeed much more than when my eldest brother married my eldest sister-in-law."

An Nansheng's heart skipped a beat:

"Will my sister-in-law feel uncomfortable?"

Mu Fucheng threw away his phone and hugged the man in his arms:

"No, because the extra things were collected by your Ninth Master specifically for you. They didn't come from the old man's warehouse."

"But the old man also gave me a lot. The main reason is that I didn't rely on my family. The Mu family was completely inherited by my eldest brother. My eldest brother and the old man felt that I was at a disadvantage. After obtaining the consent of my eldest sister-in-law, the old man gave me a few more things. Don't worry, my eldest sister-in-law won't think too much of it."

An Nansheng stared at him:

"My Ninth Master saved this specifically for me?"

Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed: "Why does this sound so unbelievable?"

According to him, he came back as soon as he got the news that she and Jian Muye were divorced.

But even if I started saving from that time, it would be impossible to save so many treasures.

She believed that Mu Fucheng had been waiting for her for many years, but Mu Fucheng was actually a very rational person.

Knowing that she liked Jian Muye, he did not show up to disturb her.

It's impossible that he knew she would get divorced, so he kept saving these treasures as a betrothal gift?

"Don't believe it?" Mu Fucheng's eyes looked dangerous.

An Nansheng smiled and shook his head.

She was wearing the engagement diamond ring today, and her hand looked so beautiful.

Mu Fucheng played with her little hand and said in a low voice:

"When I see something pretty outside, I wonder if you'd like it. Or when I see something that looks good on you, I buy it. Over time, I naturally start to accumulate it."

An Nansheng felt a little sad when he heard this.

Finally believed it:

"Well, my Ninth Master worked hard to save these for me, and I like them all very much."

Then she turned around and kissed him on the cheek:

"Thank you, uncle."

Hearing these three words, Mu Fucheng's eyes darkened.

Seeing that the situation was not good, An Nansheng struggled to run away.

But Mu Fucheng was faster than her. He turned over and pressed the man under him.

The baby's room was next door, and An Nansheng didn't dare to shout out loud. She could only beg for mercy in a low voice:

"I was wrong, Master Jiu. It's broad daylight now, it's not appropriate to indulge in that."

Mu Fucheng also lowered his voice:

"You were the one who flirted first."

An Nansheng blinked and smiled mischievously:

"Are you so weak, little uncle?"

After saying this, without waiting for Mu Fucheng's kiss to fall, he suddenly shouted:

"Annie, please come over and measure my waist."

Annie responded from outside.

Mu Fucheng pursed his lips and was speechless about this ancestor.

An Nansheng slipped out of his arms like a loach:

"Uncle, I'm in my thirties now, I'm steady and stable."

Mu Fucheng: "..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.

Mu Fucheng felt it was not appropriate to stay in this room any longer, so he calmed down and went to open the door.

Annie was startled when she saw that it was Mu Fucheng who opened the door.

"Master Jiu? You, you are here too?"

Mu Fucheng didn't look away and went to see the children next door.

Annie was a little puzzled: "Boss An, what happened to Master Jiu? He looks unhappy."

An Nansheng smiled and said:

"It's nothing. He's just mad at himself because he thinks the betrothal gift is too little."

Annie was dumbfounded. "It's still too little? Master Jiu is planning to give you Long Teng as a betrothal gift?"

An Nansheng laughed: "Even if you give it to me, I wouldn't dare to take it. I can't handle it. I don't have the ability to do it."

Then he stood up and opened his hands:

"Please help me measure my measurements. Those dresses are all custom-made. I need to take good care of my figure during this period. I must not gain weight."

Next door, Mu Fucheng had just held his baby daughter in his arms when his cell phone rang again.

Seeing the caller ID, his face darkened and he hung up immediately.

Then shut down.