She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Yes, Brother Taozi, don't say anything careless." Wang Yi also disagreed.

After all, Manman said before that the house was bought for her grandmother to live in. Isn't this a curse for her grandmother to die early?

Grandma Yan is the best old lady in the whole village. If someone really wants to die, her milk can be used as a substitute.

"Yes, yes, I won't say anymore."

Huang Tao clasped her hands together and quickly apologized: "Sister Manshu, look at my mouth, I speak without restraint, please don't be angry!"

It's not superstition. Maybe some people heard that someone else's house was going to be turned into a haunted house, so they didn't dare to live in it.

Manshu was also a little nervous.

Although she believed that there were no ghosts in this world, who made her reborn?

Then isn't she, in a sense, a ghost?

"Nothing. My grandma and I won't be living there for the time being anyway. I think it would be a good idea if he could use it to make money."

Manshu smoothed things over himself and the matter was over.

No one is the type to worry about these things. When they have almost finished their meal, they start playing games.

Manshu doesn't drink, but she knows how to toast.

Wan Yi was toasted by everyone and drank a lot.

In the back, he went to the bathroom.

I was in a daze when I met a man who looked very similar to my third master at the door of the bathroom.

He was so scared that he shivered and sobered up instantly.

"Third Master, why are you here?"

Yan Zhan stared at him with deep eyes: "I also want to know why my special assistant is here?"

Aren’t you going to help the little girl with the transfer procedures?

Have you come to Shuiyunjian?

"Well, I," Wan Yi hung his head like a child who had made a mistake, not daring to look at Yan Zhan, "Miss Manshu and the others said they wanted to celebrate the purchase of a house, and they also wanted to thank me for helping them buy the house, so they had dinner here."

"The one she asked for help?" Yan Zhan raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Wan Yi was confused for a moment.

Yan Zhan looked at him coldly: "Just you?"

Wan Yi felt his scalp tingling and his heart skipped a beat when his boss looked at him.

He thought to himself, who else should I invite if not me?

But he certainly couldn't say this out loud, so he could only nod woodenly.

Yan Zhan retracted his gaze from him and sneered, "Okay, go ahead."

"Okay!" Wan Yi was delighted and immediately went to the bathroom.

He had just taken two steps when he reacted, chased out again and called out to Yan Zhan.

"Well, Third Master, Miss Manshu actually wanted to invite you as well. But we all know that you are very busy, so we didn't tell you."

"Fortunately you didn't tell me. I guess you must be busy and can't attend the socializing."

Wan Yi was like a fool, pulling at the bathroom door.

Yan Zhan stood straight, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and turned to look at him: "Have you learned to make your own decisions?"

After saying this, he left without waiting for Wan Yi to grumble any more.

Wan Yi: “???” Me, what did I just say?

Until he returned to the private room again, he still hadn't realized that he had made a mistake.

However, he seemed to have forgotten to say that Miss Manshu did not invite the Third Master to dinner, but instead gave him a gift to express her gratitude.

In the private room separated from them by a wall, sat two very outstanding men.

One was Yan Zhan, and the other one, with two buttons of his pink shirt open, was leaning lazily on the back of a chair.

"Why did you take so long to go to the bathroom? Did you eat something wrong?"

The man looked at Yan Zhan playfully and teased.

Yan Zhan: "Tell me, what should we do if we encounter an assistant who acts on his own?"

The pink shirt suddenly sat up straight: "Why, your Yiwan is finally going to rebel?"