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

Seeing Shen Yitong's actions, An Nansheng took a step back.

Shen Yitong paused.

"It's getting late, I'm going back too." Without any outsiders around, An Nansheng really had nothing to talk about with this person.

The coat couldn't be given away, so Shen Yitong had to hang it on his arm.

The eyes behind the lenses make it hard to see the emotions.

"I followed Mr. Wang here on purpose today," said Shen Yitong.

An Nansheng was not surprised at all and said coldly:

"Next time, I'll just turn around and leave."

"Shen Yitong, I told you that we can no longer sit at the same table and eat peacefully like before. How much of a saint do you think I need to be to forgive you for what you've done?"

"Besides, I don't want to have anything to do with you. I don't want Master Jiu to misunderstand me."

Song Xu, who was standing at the back, was originally pulling at his suit jacket with one hand, not knowing whether he should take it off.

When he heard An Nansheng say this, he let go.

Fortunately, Song Ke came over.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Shen Yitang subconsciously took a step forward:

"Nansheng..."

An Nansheng didn't even pause, just bent down and got into the car.

Shen Yitong's voice came into the car:

"Are you really going to marry Mu Fucheng?"

"Do you know what kind of person he is?"

"Nan Sheng, you will regret this..."

The car door closed, and Shen Yitong's voice was blocked out.

Song Ke couldn't help but complain:

"Why is Mr. Shen becoming more and more gloomy? Can't he be more sunny and open-minded and pursue his own happiness? Why does he always focus on the past?"

After saying this, he sighed again:

"It's mainly because our boss is so outstanding. There is no cloud except Wushan Mountain."

An Nansheng: “…”

Song Xu in the passenger seat nodded silently.

No one followed us on the way back to Xu Garden.

Mu Fucheng had already taken a shower and was in the living room on the second floor, waiting for An Nansheng while looking at the computer.

An Nansheng went upstairs and said:

"No one is following us tonight, Master Jiu, have you dealt with that person?"

Seeing that her face was a little red, Mu Fucheng put down his notebook and poured her a cup of tea.

"It's not completely resolved yet. We have to wait a little longer." Looking at her face, he felt a little distressed: "Did you drink?"

An Nansheng took the teacup and drank it all, then rolled his almond-shaped eyes at the other person:

"Didn't you ask someone to follow me? I wonder what I did last night and who I met."

Mu Fucheng poured her another cup of tea:

"I just asked them to protect you secretly, not to follow you."

An Nansheng was very satisfied with this man's gentlemanly and open character.

He said:

"Didn't you make an appointment with Mr. Wang? Who knew he'd also bring Shen Yitang? That guy's wife is a schoolmate of Shen Yitang's."

Mu Fucheng's expression tightened for a moment:

"Shen Yitang didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

An Nansheng confessed honestly:

"He won't cause me any trouble and he even said a lot of good things about me."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly flew into the air.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

"bath."

"Didn't you wash it?"

"I'll help you wash." Mu Fucheng said sourly, "You smell like alcohol and it will stink on the baby later."

This bath was naturally not clean. After the bath, An Nansheng was so tired that his fingers did not want to move, and his legs had no strength at all. He could not even stand up, so how could he have the energy to go see the baby?

Mu Fucheng carried the person to the bed and took a large towel to wipe his hair.

Afterwards, An Nansheng's complexion became even more rosy, and her entire body seemed to be made of water, as if water could come out if she squeezed it.

Mu Fucheng was worried about having to go to work tomorrow and didn't plan to do it again.

Just being stared at by the watery eyes of the girl I love is enough to make my bones go soft.

The person wrapped in the white towel was also limp.

Mu Fucheng held that face in his hands and kissed it again uncontrollably.