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

Jian Muye didn't know how he left Feicui Residence. When he came to his senses, the car was already under the An's Building.

He also couldn't remember whether he had asked Fang Zhuo to drive the car here.

I think I've been told.

He had no intention of going up.

Fang Zhuo thought he was going to treat An Nansheng to a meal, so he asked:

"Mr. Jian, would you like to order Chinese or Western food?"

Jian Muye took a long time to answer:

"Need not."

Fang Zhuo was a little confused. If he wasn't inviting people to dinner, then why was he here?

I don't know what he talked about with Jiu Ye, but when he came out of Feicui Residence, he looked like he had lost 10 billion.

Fang Zhuo didn't dare to ask and could only wait.

After a while, Fang Zhuo suddenly said:

"Boss Jian, Boss An is coming out."

Jian Muye didn't say anything. He watched An Nansheng get into the car before instructing Fang Zhuo:

"Follow."

Fang Zhuo had no choice but to start the car.

Jian Muye's phone rang, and the caller ID showed Ye Luoer.

He hung up directly.

Fang Zhuo couldn't help but remind him:

"Mr. Jian, Madam asked you to go back early. Miss Ye will come over to have dinner with Madam in the evening."

Jian Muye suddenly lost his temper:

"What does it have to do with me if she invites Ye Luoer to dinner?"

"No return."

Fang Zhuo quickly shut up.

An Nansheng originally had a social engagement in the evening, but she turned it down.

Mu Fucheng is recuperating at home, and we can't just ignore him.

I had another day of meetings today, and only now did I have time to look at her personal phone.

Unexpectedly, there were several calls, including from brothers Shen Yiten and Shen Yitong, An's mother, and Mu Zheng.

These people called her at the same time, there must be something going on.

Just as I was about to call Mu Zheng back, the phone rang again. It was Mu Zheng.

As soon as the call was connected, Mu Zheng's noisy voice came from the other end:

"Baozi, my uncle is injured? Is he with you?"

An Nansheng was stunned:

"Who did you listen to?"

Mu Zheng: "My parents, everyone is saying that my uncle is injured and is staying at your place, and you are taking good care of him. You don't know that my aunt came back to make a scene again today, but my dad stopped her. Now, maybe only the old man doesn't know that he is injured, but the whole world knows it."

An Nansheng felt something was wrong.

Only a few people knew about what happened last night, and Gong Yanzhi would definitely not tell anyone. Although Shen Yien was a careless person, he was still very reliable at critical moments.

How did the news that Mu Fucheng was injured and recuperating at her place get out?

Mu Zheng was still gossiping excitedly:

"Are you really with my uncle? What do you mean? Do you really want to be my aunt? I don't mind. If you marry into our Mu family, with me and the old man protecting you, no one will dare to bully you. Otherwise, you should seriously consider it?"

"Also, you definitely don't know what people are saying about you. It's a shame those people don't write novels. They've made the love triangle between you, Jian Muye, and my uncle sound so taboo, exciting, and erotic."

An Nansheng thought to herself, she had only worked one day, and the situation outside had changed?

She vaguely felt that this matter was a bit serious, but she couldn't figure it out, so she could only talk about it after meeting Mu Fucheng.

Jian Muye's car followed from a distance, and finally followed An Nansheng back to the Feicui Residence.

Fang Zhuo glanced at his boss in the rearview mirror and finally understood what was going on with the suffocating low air pressure in the car.

"Mr. Jian, do you want to come in?"

After An Nansheng's figure completely disappeared from the yard, Jian Muye said weakly:

"Return to Mingyue Bay."