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

After chatting with Mu Fucheng, An Nansheng felt much more at ease.

She brought up the old matter again:

"Uncle, why don't you sell the old house to me? I won't feel at ease if you don't accept the money, and I won't be able to ask you to transfer the ownership."

Mu Fucheng glanced at her:

"In this way, you don't have to give me money. Just consider the two billion as my investment."

To invest in Donghu, 2 billion is definitely not enough.

But this girl is unwilling to cooperate with him, so Mu Fucheng can only use his house to reserve a spot first.

Once the cooperation is finalized, additional investment will be a piece of cake.

An Nansheng naturally would not have thought that Mu Fucheng had already set a tight net for her, and she was indeed tempted by the other party's proposal.

Since Mu Fucheng refuses to take the money no matter what, this is the only way to solve it, otherwise the matter will never come to an end.

An Nansheng was not a person who liked to procrastinate, so he immediately asked the legal department to draft a contract. Zhou Jin delivered the contract in the afternoon, and Mu Fucheng and An Nansheng signed it.

"Uncle, let's go transfer the property after you recover." She extended her hand to Mu Fucheng: "Happy cooperation."

Mu Fucheng glanced at her hand and saw a faint mark on her fair wrist.

He couldn't help himself last night and didn't pay attention to the strength.

"It's a pleasure working with you." Mu Fucheng said, "My injury isn't serious. I'll go and complete the paperwork tomorrow to avoid any further complications."

An Nansheng certainly agreed.

The next day, the two of them went to complete all the formalities, and An's mother's ancestral home was officially back in her hands.

It was originally intended to be given to An's mother, but An's mother said that she was the only descendant of the An and Xu families, and all the property belonged to her, so there was no need to transfer it around.

"Uncle, let me treat you to a meal."

Mu Fucheng was very tall. When they stood together, An Nansheng, wearing high heels, only reached his chin.

He looked down at her: "Want to thank me again?"

An Nansheng smiled and said, "Yes. Thank you so much. I am relieved now that the old house is back in my hands. If it weren't for you, my mother and I would have had to watch my grandfather's ancestral house being demolished."

Mu Fucheng was injured, so An Nansheng took him to a private restaurant she used to go to.

The proprietress in cheongsam was an acquaintance of hers, and when she saw she brought a man to dinner, she kept winking at her.

"This guy is good. He looks much more mature and stable than your ex-husband." She nudged An Nansheng with her arm and said, "Sister, you can never be wrong when judging people. This guy looks big and good. Have you tried him?"

Although the proprietress lowered her voice, Mu Fucheng was right next to them. An Nansheng didn't expect her to be so aggressive in broad daylight. He was so scared that he wanted to cover her mouth.

"Don't talk nonsense, he is not."

The proprietress smiled slyly: "Not now, why not give it a try?"

An Nansheng was speechless: "Thank you so much, hurry up, order the signature dishes, just a lighter flavor."

The proprietress smiled particularly brightly at Mu Fucheng:

"Then you sit down first, I'll make you some tea."

The person finally left, and An Nansheng was so embarrassed that he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

She really suspected that Mu Fucheng had heard it, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

"Uncle, the boss lady is quite generous, please don't mind."

Mu Fucheng looked at her:

"The boss lady is right, you can try it."

An Nansheng was struck by lightning in an instant. He really heard it.

Mu Fucheng smiled:

"How do you know she's not telling the truth if you don't try?"

An Nansheng: “…”

This, this is hooliganism, right?