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

Chapter 1 5-star praise

On the hotel's clean white bed.

An Nansheng raised her slender white neck, her cheeks flushed, and her graceful body was thrown high up again and again.

She always thought that she would never look for any other man except Jian Muye in this life, but now not only has she found one, but she also unexpectedly feels pretty good about him.

The man had good skills, but he was so strong that he seemed to want to knock her apart.

Before losing consciousness, I angrily decided that next time I must find someone gentler to serve me.

The next day, An Nansheng was woken up by a phone call.

The assistant reminded her not to forget the afternoon tea organized by the rich ladies at 3 o'clock.

She had just divorced, and it was obvious what those women wanted to do by asking her out at this time.

I looked at the time and it was already one o'clock.

As soon as she moved, the arm around her waist tightened and pressed her back into his arms.

An Nansheng had never experienced sleeping in someone's arms with their skin touching like this, and he felt a little awkward.

He reached out and pushed the arm.

The tentacles are made of tight muscle lines.

The scene of last night's fierce battle came back to her mind. She was thrown into the sky again and again by these arms, and could not land on the ground for a long time.

His face felt a little hot, and An Nansheng forced himself to get out of bed while suppressing the discomfort.

The man on the bed was still sleeping, with half of his face buried deep in the pillow, and only his thick eyebrows and high nose bridge could be seen.

When she finished taking a shower and changing her clothes, the man was already awake.

The man was only wearing a bath towel around his waist and was standing in front of the window with his back to her, smoking.

An Nansheng couldn't help but linger on him.

With broad shoulders, narrow waist and perky hips, she is worthy of being the top star of Fantasy City.

She quickly slapped down a check:

"I was very satisfied last night and will give you a five-star rating."

"Also, don't smoke in front of me next time."

The man turned around when he heard the door close.

He picked up the check and flicked it gently, his thin lips raised slightly: "Next time?"

When I came out of the hotel, Song Ke had already parked the car at the door.

Seeing An Nansheng, Song Ke's eyes almost popped out:

"Mr. An, your neck..."

An Nansheng naturally knew what she looked like now. Not only her neck, but her face was probably the only place on her body that had no red marks.

That guy is good at his job, but he's too strong.

Next time I have to warn her not to kiss her too hard. Her skin is so white that it will leave marks easily.

"What's all the fuss? Are your clothes ready?"

Song Ke quickly handed over the paper bag on the passenger seat.

Fortunately, it was a bit cold today, so she prepared two scarves.

Unexpectedly, An Nansheng threw the scarf aside, changed her clothes in the car, and skillfully put on some exquisite makeup.

Wearing gorgeous diamond tassel earrings, the whole person immediately has an aura of eight meters and eight feet.

Seeing that she was beginning to feel sleepy again, Song Ke advised:

"Mr. An, why don't you just not go? Those women are just waiting to see you make a fool of yourself."

An Nansheng closed his eyes:

"Go, why not go?"

"They are the only ones who can't live without men. I'm going to help them broaden their horizons."

An hour later, An Nansheng got off the car at the club entrance.

The diamond-studded high heels and the champagne-colored satin halter dress outlined her perfectly curvaceous figure, and she had a high-end black suit jacket draped over her shoulders.

"An Nansheng? Why is she here? Didn't she just get divorced?"

"So what if she's the most beautiful woman in Fengcheng? She was still abandoned by a man. I don't know what she's so proud of."

An Nansheng picked up the wine glass and became the focus wherever he went. He smiled and said:

"I'm happy today, so I'll treat you to a meal. Please feel free to do as you please."

Someone deliberately passed on the message:

"Miss An, what's so good news?"

An Nansheng smiled complacently:

"Regaining freedom, isn't this worth celebrating?"

The wife who just complained the loudest about her husband cheating on her with other women but still refused to divorce: "..."

While she was entertaining guests, Song Ke came over with her phone:

"Boss An, Boss Jian's phone call."

Jian Muye asked her to go home.

They were divorced, the divorce certificate was locked in the safe, and the property had been clearly divided. The man who had been unable to come back even after she cried, made a fuss, and even threatened to commit suicide, actually asked her to go home after the divorce?

Back at what they once called home, Jian Muye was already waiting.