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

Chapter 10: No Old Feelings

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After the auction ended, An Nansheng rushed out immediately.

She wanted to see if she could stop the person who was buying the house.

But he came back empty-handed. There was no one in the box. When he chased out, he only saw a tall figure flash past the corner.

Just as he was about to continue chasing, Jian Muye came out from the box on the other side.

"An Nansheng." Jian Muye grabbed her and said, "Why are you trying to snatch the ancient house from me? Are you determined to go against me?"

"I'm fighting with you? That house is my mother's ancestral home. Who's fighting with whom?" An Nansheng didn't have time to argue with him. His face was full of annoyance: "Let go."

"Your mother's ancestral home?"

Jian Muye was stunned, then he remembered that he seemed to have heard An Nansheng mention this matter before, but he didn't take it seriously at that time.

Who knew it was the old house they had just seen? The two of them fought over it for a long time, but in the end it was snatched away by an outsider.

"I didn't know that was your mother's ancestral home. I'm not trying to steal it from you. It would be useful for me to buy it."

It turned out that this person also came for the ancient house, and no one knew why the Jian family bought the ancient house.

The house was bought by someone else, and An Nansheng felt relieved:

"I would rather the old house fall into the hands of outsiders than into your hands."

If it fell into the hands of an outsider, the worst that could happen was that she would spend money and time to find a way to buy it back. But if it fell into the hands of Jian Muye, she would have to pester him endlessly.

Not disgusting enough.

Just because she was delayed like this, why would she chase after him? The man had already gone far away.

An Nansheng looked at his grabbed wrist and sneered:

"Mr. Jian, we're divorced. If you keep pushing me like this, I might misunderstand that you're not still in love with me."

After saying that, I thought, "No, you don't even have any old feelings for me, so this is pure sexual harassment?"

Only then did Jian Muye realize that he was still holding An Nansheng's wrist.

The touch was delicate and slightly cool, and four words subconsciously popped up in my mind: icy skin and jade bones.

He shook it off, his expression stiff as if he had touched something dirty.

"Only a fool would want to touch a woman like you who doesn't respect herself. I'm just warning you..."

An Nansheng left as soon as he was free, without even saying a word.

Seeing that she couldn't wait to leave and didn't even want to look at him, Jian Muye stood there with the second half of the sentence in his mouth, suddenly feeling a little at a loss.

I felt inexplicably irritated, and the feeling of being out of control became stronger and stronger.

"Brother Muye, you're not in love with Sister An, are you?" Ye Luoer looked at Jian Muye and asked tentatively, "If you like her, go after her, otherwise Sister An will like someone else."

Jian Muye's face darkened:

"Who said I like her? I just can't stand her self-righteousness."

"Now I feel sick just thinking about her."

Jian Muye convinced himself, yes, it was disgusting.

Thinking of the kiss mark on An Nansheng's neck and that Song Xu, he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Damn woman, she said she loved him forever, but right after getting divorced, she started living happily with someone else. She is so shameless.

It would be impossible for Jian Muye to fall in love with such a disgusting woman in his life.

Seeing his face full of disgust, Ye Luoer felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, Jian Muye still hates An Nansheng.

An Nansheng chased all the way out, and sure enough, the tall figure had disappeared.

Song Ke went to ask someone, but didn't get any information. He was just told that it was inconvenient to disclose the information due to the client's request.

"Boss An, do you need me to arrange for someone to inquire about it? The house is there, we can always find out."

An Nansheng pondered for a moment:

"Go and make the arrangements. I want to know why that person spent so much money on that house. Other things are easy to explain, but I'm afraid it will ruin the house."

At this time, a black car slowly drove past An Nansheng's Porsche.

"Master Jiu, the old man is urging you again. He said that if you don't go back to see him, he will sever the father-son relationship with you."

The man hummed softly, "It's time to go meet him."