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

Chapter 225 Your uncle has a thick blood

"Oh, it's Nannan who's here. I thought it was the eldest brother coming to talk to me again."

As he spoke, he waved towards An Nansheng as if offering a treasure:

"Come here quickly, Nannan. Hei Dandan just learned a poem."

An Nansheng handed his coat and bag to the servant and hurried over in surprise.

"Really? It's been in the Mu family for so long, but it hasn't learned a single song. I thought Grandpa Mu had been tricked by Old Man Gong.

Old Master Mu nodded. "Who says not? This little fellow might need an adjustment period as well. Hei Dandan, come on, recite it to your sister."

Black Egg jumped up and down: "Asshole, asshole."

An Nansheng was embarrassed: "Grandpa Mu, it doesn't like me."

Old Master Mu snorted: "This bird is just like Old Man Gong, he has no taste. Our daughter is so cute and beautiful, how could he be such a jerk?"

Black Egg: "Asshole, asshole."

Forget reciting poetry, he can't even say anything other than "bastard".

An Nansheng reflected on it and suspected that the bird ancestor was holding a grudge against her because she changed the other person's name.

Now that he had someone to accompany him, Mr. Mu ignored Hei Dandan and said with a smile:

"Nannan, why haven't you come to our house for so long?"

An Nansheng was embarrassed. It had indeed been a long time since he last came here.

"It's the end of the year, and the company is quite busy."

"Are you in trouble? If you have any problem, just tell me and Grandpa Mu will help you."

An Nansheng was moved and went up to hold Mr. Mu's arm and went to the tea room.

"It's okay. It's the end of the year, and I just want to finish all the important things before the New Year so I can spend the New Year with my grandma and the others."

"Our daughter is sensible." Old Master Mu sat down and sighed, "Unlike your uncle, who gets injured every now and then. He's not young anymore, but he doesn't know how to be careful..."

With a "dong" sound, the lid of the purple clay teapot rolled a few times on the coffee table, then fell to the ground, rolled a few more times, and finally fell into the "U"-shaped fish pond in the tea room with a "plop".

An Nansheng subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but was stopped by the old housekeeper.

"Oh, Miss An, I'll just ask someone to pick it up. There's no need for you to do it yourself. Please sit down."

An Nansheng felt his heart beating wildly, and was extremely panicked:

"Is my uncle injured?"

She was a little bit unbelieving: "How could he be injured? Grandpa Mu, is he seriously injured?"

Mr. Mu sighed heavily again:

"I've been lying in bed for half a month, but at least I managed to survive."

An Nansheng lost his voice: "Is he injured so badly?"

The last time he was injured was because of her. For the sake of her career, he even encouraged her to cooperate with the person who hurt him, and he didn't mind at all.

Mr. Mu's consolation was not sincere:

"Don't worry, Nannan. Your uncle has a thick blood. No matter how many enemies he has, they can't kill him. Don't worry, don't worry."

An Nansheng: “…”

She was making tea absentmindedly.

Mr. Mu took a bite and frowned:

"Nannan, is your tea not fully brewed yet? It's a bit astringent and the color isn't right."

An Nansheng took a look...it was indeed not soaked yet. She didn't even remember how she soaked it.

"Grandpa Mu, I'll make it again."

Mr. Mu looked at her secretly and was very satisfied with her reaction.

After eating at the Mu family, An Nansheng returned home early.

She calculated the time and saw that it was noon in Mufu City, so she called.

Mu Fucheng had been coming and going in a hurry recently, and coupled with Shen Yitong's matter, she hadn't had a good chat with him.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.