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

Chapter 143 Did An Nansheng remarry?

The door of 3303 was open, and the light inside was still very dim.

An Nansheng walked in and closed the door behind him.

Then in the dim light, she could only see a tall man standing in front of her.

The man did not pounce on her as eagerly as before, but An Nansheng could hear his heavy breathing.

Like a beast ready to pounce.

An Nansheng's shoulder bag slipped from her shoulder to the floor, followed by her coat.

She walked over barefoot, put her arms around the other person's arms, and said with a smile:

"How do you know I'm in a bad mood today?"

The man naturally didn't say anything, he just pressed his forehead against hers and rubbed it gently.

This is a kind of emotional skin contact.

An Nansheng felt uncomfortable and said something quite cruel:

"Let's get straight to the point. That gentle and considerate approach isn't suitable for a relationship like ours."

In the darkness, Mu Fucheng was so angry that he wanted to crush her to death.

He left his work and ran back from far away just to hug her and give her some comfort.

But what happened? This girl didn't even appreciate it?

Mu Fucheng was no longer polite, and kisses rained down like a storm, and soon the person in his arms looked like someone who had just come out of the womb.

An Nansheng could feel that the other party was angry, but she had no way of paying attention to it.

In bed, she was still young and immature and could only passively endure it.

After taking a shower, the man's body smells of pleasant shower gel, refreshing and charming.

An Nansheng clung to his strong arms and temporarily put those annoying things behind him.

Nearly three hours later, when An Nansheng fell asleep, Mu Fucheng left the hotel.

Gong Yanzhi was sleeping soundly with an eye mask on when he suddenly heard a "bang" in his sleep. He didn't know whether it was the sound of a door closing or an earthquake. He was so sleepy that he didn't get up to check. He just turned over and continued to sleep.

He is a real night owl and it is almost noon when he wakes up.

He took off his eye mask and stared blankly for a few minutes with his half-long curly hair.

The last time I dreamed of an earthquake was when An Nansheng got married and Mu Fucheng came back.

After a moment of hesitation, Gong Yanzhi suddenly lifted the quilt and ran out without even wearing shoes.

When I reached the living room, I braked suddenly.

Seeing the person sitting on the sofa clearly, Gong Yan blurted out a Chinese quintessence.

"Why are you back again?"

"Could it be that An Nansheng remarried?"

Look at the gate:

"Is my door okay? Could you please not slam my door next time? It didn't bother anyone."

Mu Fucheng had already washed up and looked refreshed.

"Don't tell anyone that I'm back. I'm staying at your place for the time being."

Gong Yanzhi was even more horrified:

"Live with me? Oh, and where's Chen Zheng?"

"Myself."

"What?" Gong Yanzhi's eyes almost popped out of his head. "You came back alone? What's the hurry? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Mu Fucheng said with disgust: "You talk too much."

Gong Yanzhi counted with his fingers:

"No, you didn't come back because of the bet. You came back because of the trending search?"

Mu Fucheng's eyes turned cold: "What bet?"

"It's your An Nansheng who's causing all this trouble," Gong Yanzhi rambled on, puzzled. "I suspect she's offended someone. Whether it's the trending searches or the sudden gambling game that popped up yesterday, it feels like they're all aimed at ruining her reputation. The person behind this is so vicious. You don't know, someone even set up a gambling game at my place, and it already reached eight million last night."

Mu Fucheng snorted coldly:

"is it?"

No wonder that girl was unhappy.