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

Chapter 396 Imitation

"You can't contact Jian Muye, why do you think I can contact him?"

An Nansheng's face darkened.

Ye Luoer's heart trembled.

This time she truly realized that she was indeed afraid of An Nansheng.

She was not afraid of Mu Yunzhu, nor even Jian Yunzhang, but she was actually afraid of An Nansheng!

This realization made Ye Luoer very dissatisfied and angry.

She told herself that she shouldn't be afraid of An Nansheng.

Now she is the acting president of Jian’s company. Even if Jian Muye comes back, she can still get a vice president.

She is no worse than An Nansheng, so why should we be afraid of her?

But when she met An Nansheng's cold gaze, she subconsciously felt a little timid.

"I, I know that Brother Makino got a new number some time ago. I think this number must be for you."

Ye Luoer forced herself to calm down:

"I don't mean anything else. We really can't contact him. Could you please tell me the number, Mr. An?"

After Ye Luoer reminded him, An Nansheng remembered that Jian Muye did have a new number.

She asked Song Ke to bring her personal cell phone and looked through it, and she actually found it.

Instructed Song Ke: "Copy this number to Miss Ye."

Ye Luoer didn't expect her to give it so readily, and was pleasantly surprised:

"Thank you, Mr. An."

An Nansheng didn't say anything else. He gave the number and asked Song Ke to see the guest off, then went back to his work.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and these few days before the New Year are really busy.

Song Ke: "Ms. Ye, please."

Ye Luoer followed Song Ke out of the reception room with mixed feelings.

She will never be able to be as confident and magnanimous as An Nansheng.

This made her very depressed.

When I came out of the elevator and passed the lobby front desk, I saw two receptionists discussing something.

"Look at the makeup she put on. She's definitely imitating our CEO An. It's a pity that our CEO An is naturally bright and beautiful, so she can wear heavy or light makeup. Some people are at most delicate, but with heavy makeup they look like monsters."

"If I remember correctly, our President An also has a white wool coat..."

Ye Luoer looked down at her white wool coat.

Then he quickly left An's and got into the car.

She took out her makeup mirror and looked at herself again.

Long wavy hair, red lips, eye-catching pearl earrings...

She was so angry that she took out a tissue and wiped her lips wildly until they hurt. She then took off her earrings and threw them on the center console.

She didn't even realize that she was imitating An Nansheng's dressing style without realizing it.

After taking a few deep breaths, my irritable mood finally calmed down.

She looked at the phone number and found it was indeed a number she had never seen before.

She felt a little sad, and hoped that the number could be dialed so that she could find Jian Muye.

He also hoped that the call wouldn't go through, unwilling to admit that An Nansheng was the only person Jian Muye cared about.

Finally, the phone was connected and Jian Muye's familiar voice came from inside.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to call me." Jian Muye's tone was full of self-mockery.

Ye Luoer pinched her palm with her long nails:

"Brother Makino, it's me."

Jian Muye's brows tightened. "Why are you here? Did you ask An Nansheng for the number?"

Fearing that he would hang up the phone, Ye Luoer quickly said:

"Brother Muye, Uncle Jian has had a stroke and is paralyzed. Please come back soon."

Jian Muye was stunned: "Why is he paralyzed? Isn't he only 62 years old?"

Ye Luoer choked up and said:

"Uncle Jian suddenly lost consciousness at the auction. After he was rescued, he suffered a stroke. Now he can't speak or walk. The doctor said his hope of recovery is slim."

Jian Muye on the other end of the phone: "..."