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

The next day, An Nansheng woke up late as expected.

Mu Fucheng was already sitting on the bed, neatly dressed, reading a book, looking refreshed.

It's really unfair.

It's the man who does the hard work, but the woman is the one who suffers in the end?

I felt fine last night, but now I feel miserable, as if my body has been run over by a wheel.

I do not want to get up.

Seeing that she had woken up, Mu Fucheng said:

"I asked Song Xu, there's only one unimportant financial meeting today, so I've postponed it to tomorrow. I'll stay home with you and rest today."

An Nansheng: "...Thank you."

Mu Fucheng put down the book and walked over: "Do you want to sleep a little longer or get up?"

Since he didn't have to go to work, An Nansheng wasn't in a hurry to get up.

"what time is it?"

"It's past eight o'clock, still early."

An Nansheng thought it was already past ten o'clock, so he stayed in bed for a while with peace of mind.

When I woke up again, it was already past ten o'clock.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Mu Fucheng still sitting in his previous seat reading a book.

The light was very bright, and his upright facial features looked as if they had been carefully crafted by a master sculptor.

An Nansheng was hit by a beauty attack as soon as she woke up, and her little heart could not bear it.

The life she lives now is something she could never have imagined before.

I remember before the divorce, I felt such despair and unwillingness as if I was stuck in the mud and couldn't get out. Now when I think about it, I don't feel anything at all.

"If you don't get up soon, it's time for lunch."

Mu Fucheng sat down beside the bed.

An Nansheng handed him her hands, and he grabbed her hands and pulled her up from the bed.

Lazy, this feeling is so comfortable.

"Little uncle..."

Mu Fucheng's hair tingled when he heard this name: "Huh?"

An Nansheng: "I'm hungry."

Mu Fucheng's eyes darkened: "..."

An Nansheng looked at him and laughed: "Uncle, are you thinking the wrong thing? Tell the truth."

Mu Fucheng looked very serious: "If you're hungry, get up quickly. Lunch will be ready soon."

An Nansheng is addicted to making people laugh:

"I don't want to eat, I want to eat... you..."

At the end, she squinted her almond eyes.

Mu Fucheng looked at her: "Are you sure?"

As he said that, he knelt on the bed and moved his lips closer.

An Nansheng quickly kissed him on the lips: "Just kidding."

Then prepare to slip out of his arms like a rabbit.

It’s just a pity that if it weren’t for the fierce battle last night, her fantasy would have come true.

But she forgot that her body had only recovered 50% of its strength at this moment, so it was impossible for her to move as fast as a rabbit.

As soon as he moved his body, he cried out and fell headfirst onto the pillow.

"Did you pull your waist?" Someone coughed embarrassedly. "It's a little bruised, but I've already applied some medicine."

An Nansheng lifted up her nightgown and looked at her waist, there was a bruise on both sides.

If Mu Fucheng put his tiger's mouth on it, it would definitely fit perfectly.

"..."

In the end, Mu Fucheng carried the person into the bathroom to wash up.

Days like this are so comfortable, I wish every day could be like this.

After packing up and going downstairs, everyone was sitting in the front hall chatting.

Seeing An Nansheng coming down, Xu Xinci came forward with a distressed look on her face:

"Does your head hurt?"

An Nansheng shook her head, thinking that her head didn't hurt, but she felt pain somewhere else but it was hard to tell.

Xu Xinci rambled on:

"You should drink less of this wine. If you get drunk, you'll be the one who suffers."

While mumbling, he hurried to the kitchen:

"The chicken soup is ready. Mom will bring you a bowl first to fill your stomach. Dinner will be served soon."

Mr. Mu said with a smile:

"Nannan hasn't had breakfast yet, let her eat first."

An Nansheng felt embarrassed to eat alone, so he quickly said that he would drink the soup first and eat with everyone later.

Seeing that she still looked tired, Mr. Mu said unhappily:

"Whoever dared to let our daughter drink, we'll go talk to him later."

An Nansheng: “…”

Her staying in bed had nothing to do with the social events last night.