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

Chapter 226: Master 9 is not convenient now

Before the phone automatically hung up, the call was finally answered.

"Little uncle."

There was a rustling sound over there, followed by Chen Zheng's voice:

"Miss, it's me, Chen Zheng."

An Nansheng was startled: "Why did you answer the phone?"

Chen Zheng paused: "Ah, it's not convenient for Master Jiu."

An Nansheng's heart tightened: "Is he seriously injured?"

Chen Zheng: "Yes, that's right."

An Nansheng: "Can I say a few words to him?"

Chen Zheng: "Sorry, Miss, Master Jiu is not available right now."

An Nansheng said, "Then I'll fight him tomorrow. You guys take good care of him."

Chen Zheng: "We will, Miss."

An Nansheng hung up the phone and rubbed his temples.

I don’t know if I’m overthinking it, but I always feel like Mu Fucheng seems to be distancing himself from her.

He said he would take her abroad to escape the evil, but ended up leaving without saying goodbye.

He's been injured for half a month, what inconvenience could there be? He clearly just doesn't want to talk to her.

After thinking for a long time, he had no idea when he had offended Mu Fucheng.

The next day, An Nansheng took Song Ke and Song Xu to the art exhibition.

She was wearing a light grey wool coat, an apricot wool scarf, and sunglasses that almost covered her face, making it impossible to tell who she was.

After entering the venue, I found that almost everyone there was an acquaintance, including Jian Muye.

So, these people have the admission tickets, but she doesn't.

Although An Nansheng learned to paint when she was a child, she didn't know much about oil painting and had no time to study it.

Others were buying very enthusiastically, and more than a dozen pairs were sold in a short time.

Jian Muye bought the most expensive one, which cost 180,000 yuan.

An Nansheng didn't buy a single pair.

"Nan Sheng."

Jian Muye came over. She was wrapped up like this and only people she knew could recognize her.

"How did you come?"

"I came in with a ticket. What's the matter? Is it bothering Mr. Jian?"

Jian Muye knew that she was unhappy. "Are you here to see Mr. Hou? I'll take you there."

An Nansheng was stunned and took off his sunglasses, surprised that this man was so kind.

Jian Muye said: "Without my introduction, you wouldn't be able to meet him."

An Nansheng held his breath and said, "So, it really was you who did this behind the scenes."

Jian Muye did not refute, but just made a "please" gesture.

Since he wanted to introduce him, An Nansheng naturally would not refuse.

Mr. Hou and his daughter were being interviewed. An Nansheng then learned that his daughter was a disciple of a famous artist. It seemed that there was a reason why her paintings sold so well.

After the interview, Jian Muye really took her to meet Mr. Hou.

When he first saw An Nansheng, a look of unnaturalness crossed Hou's face.

But he concealed it well and extended his hand enthusiastically:

"Hey Mr. An, hello, hello. I've been so busy lately that I haven't had time to keep your appointment. I was thinking of inviting you for tea after the New Year."

An Nansheng smiled and extended his hand: "Mr. Hou, you are too polite. I know you are busy, so I came here uninvited. Please don't be offended."

Jian Muye tactfully left: "You guys chat, I'll go take a look around."

As soon as he left, Hou's expression faded a little, and he said to An Nansheng:

"Boss An, to tell you the truth, I can't do what you want."

An Nansheng didn't beat around the bush: "I applied normally and followed the normal procedures. What can't be done? Mr. Hou, is it that it can't be done, or that you can't do it."

The expression of the man surnamed Hou turned a little colder:

"I'm just following the rules. Mr. An, please don't force me."

An Nansheng's expression was serious:

"Is the system Mr. Hou mentioned specifically targeting our An family?"