She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"How is that possible!" Wan Yi immediately retorted.

Listen, is this human language?

He works for a boss, and his hairline gets higher every year, but he never says that he looks old.

How can a boss who is so handsome have the nerve to say that he is old?

"Third Master, do you have any misunderstanding about showing old age?"

Wan Yi adjusted the rearview mirror in the car: "Look at yourself in the mirror, how are you related to the word old? If you must be related to old, then it is..."

He couldn't figure it out for a moment.

I thought the boss wouldn't be interested at all.

Then Yan Zhan asked seriously, "What is it?"

"That's also cunning, shrewd, and mature!"

Seeing Yan Zhan's eyes becoming more and more dangerous in the rearview mirror, Wan Yi wanted to slap himself.

Let you talk too much!

"Well, Master San, what I mean is that you are a good old man! You are the best boss in the world!"

Perhaps because of the psychological suggestion, Wan Yi unconsciously emphasized the word "old".

Yan Zhan's expression had returned to normal, and he reminded Assistant Wan calmly: "If you can't flatter, don't talk."

What do you mean by cunning and shrewd? Isn't this just saying that he is old?

"I blame myself for being dumb!" Wan Yi said with a bitter face, "But you are only 25 years old, in the prime of your youth! If I go out with you, people who don't know me will definitely think I am older than you!"

There was silence in the car.

Wan Yi started the car, and Yan Zhan said calmly: "Have you forgotten that you are twenty-eight this year?"

Wan Yi felt as if he was hit by an arrow in the chest.

Before he could recover, he heard his boss say, "If you come out with me, no one will care how old you are."

Wan Yi suspected that his boss was taking revenge on him, otherwise how could he have accomplished a double kill so easily?

He suspected that what Yan Zhan meant was: When you go out with me, no one will notice you at all.

However, he had to admit that what his boss said was true.

"You are right!" Wan Yi squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

He decided not to talk to his boss for the time being, otherwise he would be so angry that he would die.

Wan Yi stopped talking, and the car fell into terrifying silence again.

When Wan Yi thought that this inexplicable topic had inexplicably ended, Yan Zhan spoke again: "Manshu calls me Third Uncle, what do you think?"

Wan Yi: “…” What can I do?

I still call you Third Master, but you don’t seem to care.

However, he had said the wrong thing just now, so Wan Yi was more cautious this time: "Maybe it's to express her respect for you!"

Just like the outside world calls you Master Yan San, that’s a nickname!

Respect?

Yan Zhan's eyes moved slightly, and he no longer dwelled on this matter.

"Let Lao Lin take her there later."

"Okay, boss."

Seeing that the boss finally stopped talking about "old", Assistant Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

But he also had his own thoughts.

It turns out that no matter whether it is a man or a woman, no one likes to be called old.

In order to avoid being called old, ancient emperors would do their best to torment the women in their harem and try to have more sons.

If his boss believes that others say he looks old, the person who gets tossed around is most likely his poor little assistant!

Manshu even sneezed several times, not knowing that Yan Zhan would be upset with her for calling him "Third Uncle".

She rinsed the newly bought clothes at home and hung them up to dry.

Soon she received a call from Lao Lin. She answered the call while packing her things and going downstairs.

Lao Lin is Yan Zhan's driver, a man in his forties who is honest and doesn't talk much.

Manshu was no stranger to him.