She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Outside the community, there is a street selling daily necessities, places to eat, and a large supermarket.

This is the characteristic of the school.

With Qin Gege leading the way, they quickly picked out a lot of things.

I carried everything home two or three times and finally bought everything. It was almost time for dinner.

Manshu bought some fruits and carried them from Yu Yan's house to the outside of Zhu Lao's villa.

She rang the doorbell and a middle-aged man who looked very energetic came to open the door for her.

She had seen this man before. He was a retired special forces soldier who was specifically responsible for protecting Mr. Zhu's safety.

The uncle is already in his forties, but looks to be in his early thirties at most.

Just by looking at his pectoral muscles protruding from under his T-shirt, you can tell that he's a strong fighter and can take a beating.

It is said that he has been with Mr. Zhu for more than 20 years, traveling with the old man all over the country and helping him out with countless troubles.

"Miss Manshu."

The special forces soldier was called Li Bin. He gave Manshu a smile that he thought was very kind.

As a middle-aged man, he quite likes Miss Manshu.

Miss Manshu was old enough to be his daughter.

Men have a natural liking for delicate and soft girls.

What's more, Manshu was filial and sensible. As soon as he became Zhu's disciple, he gave him a massage chair.

This gift is affordable and takes into consideration Mr. Zhu's health, so it can be said to be very thoughtful.

Mr. Zhu has been happy all afternoon after receiving the gift.

If this little female apprentice had not yet been made public, Mr. Zhu would definitely have been unable to resist showing off to his friends.

Mr. Zhu was very kind to him, so Li Bin was of course happy to see someone being nice to Mr. Zhu.

Manshu: "Hello, Uncle Bin."

"Please come in, Miss Manshu." Li Bin made a gesture to her and took the fruit basket from her hand.

Manshu knew that the old man had everything he needed, so he only bought some fruit.

She was also worried that since she had just given away a massage chair, buying too many gifts would seem a bit utilitarian.

It is better to just carry a fruit basket, which is low-key yet polite.

When she walked to the door, she saw an old man who was slightly younger than Mr. Zhu, looking at her with a smile.

"Is this Miss Manshu? I am Mr. Zhu's housekeeper. My last name is Zhu, too. My name is Zhufu. If you don't mind, you can call me Uncle Fu."

Uncle Fu was about sixty years old and looked at Manshu with a loving face.

When Manshu heard Uncle Fu's name, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

But she still shouted honestly: "Hello, Uncle Fu."

"Okay, okay, Miss Manshu, please come in. The master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhufu knew that his name was funny, but who could blame him for having been given the name by his master?

"Is anyone else coming?"

Manshu saw Uncle Fu standing at the door, obviously ready to greet someone.

If there are other guests coming to Master's house tonight, would her presence be inappropriate?

"Well, there is another guest." Uncle Fu nodded.

Manshu didn't ask any more questions because Mr. Zhu was already calling her.

As soon as she entered, she saw Mr. Zhu sitting alone in the massage chair, looking very happy.

The living room is decorated entirely in Chinese style, and the set of mahogany furniture in the living room looks very valuable.

Manshu felt that his massage chair, which cost more than three thousand yuan, was out of place in this living room.

Maybe adding a zero at the end of the massage chair will make you feel less inferior.

"Master, is this massage chair comfortable to sleep in?"

Mr. Zhu smiled and said, "Of course it's comfortable. Lying on a massage chair is great for sleeping or watching TV. Do you want to try it?"

Although he asked this question, Mr. Zhu really had no intention of getting up.

If he doesn't lie here, how can Yan Zhan notice the existence of the massage chair first?