After admitting the wrong person and getting the wrong certificate, the heir of a wealthy family bec

"Zhan Yan, I can write another one after tearing up the IOU."

Wen Rao didn't expect Zhan Yan's reaction to be so big. This was 70, not 77.

"Then I'll keep tearing it up! Let's see who writes faster or I tear it up faster."

Zhan Yan put on a posture that if you write a piece, I will tear it up.

"Zhan Yan, I said, it's your business to have money! I must pay you back the 70!"

"Then how many 70 can you give me back? Two at most! After two! Why can't you treat me as a family! At least during the year we have been together for a long time, can't you?"

The more Zhan Yan talked, the uglier his face became.

While getting along with Wen Rao, he kept moving forward and tried to get closer to her, but she remained stubborn and refused to open her heart.

Wen Rao was silent.

Zhan Yan was even more angry.

Silence means rejection, he understands.

"Otherwise, just think of this 70 as your reward for doing housework and cooking for me! If it doesn't work out, you can pay in other ways! I don't mind!"

When Zhan Yan is warm and warm, he tends to speak without restraint.

In fact, what I said was from my heart.

He wanted to get closer to Wen Rao, but found that it was always his own effort.

"What other aspects are you talking about? Zhan Yan, I hope it's not what I think!"

Wen Rao's eyes were cold and her body was trembling slightly.

Could Zhan Yan's hint be any more obvious?

Zhan Yan knew that he had gone too far, so he could only reverse it abruptly.

"I mean you can lend me a shoulder to lean on when I'm tired, or take a walk and chat with me when I'm not going well at work. That's all. Where did you want to go? Isn't there now?" That kind of chatting service?”

Wen Rao rolled her eyes at him, not wanting to talk to him anymore, and turned back to the room.

Zhan Yan was also angry and slammed the door after returning to the room.

Early the next morning, when Zhan Yan got up, he saw a brand new IOU on the ground at the door of his bedroom.

The signature date is today, obviously written before Wen Rao went to work.

Zhan Yan tore up the IOU with a dark face. After thinking about it for a while and getting angry, he picked up his phone and recorded a short video of throwing the pieces of the IOU into the toilet and flushing it away, and sent it to Wen Rao without hesitation.

This made things smoother.

Then he drove to the suburban villa. He hadn't gone back to see his mother for several days. His mother would go to the suburban villa to clean up today, and he happened to go over to help.

When Zhan Yan was driving almost there, at the corner of the community intersection, a figure suddenly rushed out and fell straight towards his car.

Zhan Yan reacted quickly, turned the steering wheel to avoid the man, and the car stopped steadily on the side of the road.

Behind his car, a Rolls-Royce and two bodyguard cars braked to a sudden stop. Xiaoshan and the others were about to get out of the car to check, but saw Zhan Yan opening the car window and waving to them.

Xiaoshan and others stayed in the car and were on standby.

"Ouch, my feet..."

"Brother Zhan Yan, I've finally waited for you."

The person who rushed out of the road to block the car was none other than Guo Anna.

Guo Anna knew that Zhan's mother would come to pack things today. Although Zhan's mother did not need her help, Guo Anna still came because she was sure that Zhan Yan would come.

So she waited on the roadside that she had to pass early in the morning, trying to pretend that her sprained foot accidentally rubbed against Zhan Yan's car. If she was injured, Zhan Yan would send her to the hospital, and she would have a chance to get close to Zhan Yan.

She was also careful not to get herself really hurt.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Yan's driving skills were better and he didn't touch her at all.