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

Chapter 224 Not pregnant

Su Ning'er was in no condition to drive herself, so An Nansheng asked Zhou Jin to take her home.

"Mr. An, thank you for today."

An Nansheng smiled and said, "Don't take it to heart. I was stood up and was upset, so I just wanted to vent my anger. Come back soon, or you'll catch a cold."

Su Ning'er got into the car wrapped in Zhou Jin's coat.

After the car drove away, Song Ke suddenly said:

"Boss, Mr. Gong is behind you."

Turning around, Gong Shenzhi was looking at the direction Su Ning'er left with a sullen face.

I don’t know if he was pretending to be affectionate or if he was unwilling to let Su Ning’er run away like this.

An Nansheng didn't want to pay attention to him and got into the car.

Gong Shenzhi sneered:

"Whose influence is Mr. An borrowing? Mu Fucheng?"

An Nansheng: "If you say so, then so be it."

After saying that, he closed the car door.

When I got home, I found that my period had arrived.

No wonder I'm a bit cranky today.

I didn’t get pregnant, and I don’t know whether I should feel regretful or relieved.

Only then did she suddenly realize that she had not been feeling well and was busy during this period, so she did not make an appointment with that person. The strange thing was that the person did not make an appointment with her either.

The New Year is coming soon, and people may be busy.

It has to be said that An Nansheng is very satisfied with this situation.

Indulge yourself when you need it. You don’t have to maintain the relationship at other times, you don’t have to make any effort and don’t expect anything in return. The key is that even if it breaks up now, you won’t be sad.

perfect.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the year and the holiday was about to begin, but An Nansheng still hadn't been able to make an appointment with the person he wanted to meet.

The other party kept saying he was busy and even avoided meeting me.

No matter how stupid An Nansheng was, he was sure that someone was behind this.

Donghu will be auctioned in the spring after the New Year. If she can't raise the money, what will she use to bid?

The money invested by Cheng Ran and Mu Zheng alone is not enough.

Song Xu hurried in:

"Mr. An, Mr. Hou is going to see his daughter's art exhibition tomorrow. I got two tickets from someone."

An Nansheng's eyes flashed:

"Okay, you'll accompany me to the art exhibition tomorrow. Song Ke, how's your investigation going?"

Song Ke hesitated:

"Boss, this is most likely done by the Jian family. I heard that Mr. Hou had dinner with Jian Yunzhang."

An Nansheng snorted coldly: "Be more confident, 80% of it will be removed."

Song Ke: “…”

An Nansheng stood up suddenly:

"Are the things ready? Let's go to the Mu family. It's been a long time since I last visited the old man."

Song Ke: "Ready."

Taking advantage of his free time, An Nansheng went to the Mu family.

The weather was cold, and Grandpa Mu and Hei Dandan were both staying in the house. I felt a little uncomfortable when I entered the yard and didn't hear Hei Dandan's "bastard".

She subconsciously looked towards the pavilion over there, as if there was a tall figure sitting there, holding a teacup and looking at her from afar.

The gaze is distant, yet scorching.

Looking closely, the pavilion was empty and there was no one there.

The old housekeeper thought she wanted to sit in the yard, so he quickly said:

"The weather has been cold lately, and the old man hasn't been feeling well. He's been muttering about waiting until spring comes and it gets warmer. By then, the new tea will probably be out, and he'll definitely have Miss An over to try it."

An Nansheng came back to his senses, his heart tightening:

"What's wrong with Grandpa Mu? Did you catch a cold?"

The old housekeeper said: "Yes, it was stuffy in the house and I got cold in the yard."

The two of them went into the house while talking.

Old Master Mu was bored and talking to Hei Dandan in the living room with his hands behind his back. When he heard what the old housekeeper said, he coughed heavily.

It sounds unhappy:

"It's just a cold, what's wrong? Don't you guys catch colds or get sick? Why are you making such a fuss?"

The black egg and the eyes as big as croton beans were really fierce. Before An Nansheng even saw it, it started to scream in a shrill voice:

"The bastards are coming, the bastards are coming."