She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Lao Lin drove a Mercedes-Benz SUV, which was already the most low-key of all Yan Zhan's cars.

Manshu had no choice but to pray that the villagers had no idea about the quality of the cars.

"Uncle Lin, do you know how to get to Xiangyang Village?" Manshu remembered to ask Lao Lin after he got in the car.

"Is it the village under Wutong County? I know."

Uncle Lin smiled and drove the car steadily and quickly.

There is a navigation system in this car. Although the positioning system is not that accurate yet, Lao Lin himself knows the road.

Manshu called Grandma Yan in advance, told her the approximate time he would arrive home, and asked her to prepare for the move.

If Huang Tao sent her back, she could stay in the countryside for one night.

But Mr. Lin must have something to do, so she didn't dare to stay any longer.

When the car entered the village, it was exactly around three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, the sun was still very bright outside and most people in the village were still resting at home, with only a very few people coming out to work in the fields.

Someone noticed the Mercedes driving into the village, but no one took the time to see who it belonged to.

The car stopped on the road outside Manshu's yard, and Manshu got out immediately.

"Uncle Lin, please come home and have a drink of water." She invited Uncle Lin to come into the house.

As instructed by Wan Yi, Lao Lin specially wore a white vest with a gray short-sleeved shirt open on the outside.

This outfit is very low-key and it is not easy to be mistaken as a big boss having an improper relationship with a young girl.

He followed Manshu into the house. The yard door was wide open and Grandma Yan had already moved most of the things to the door.

She was a little surprised to see Lao Lin.

"Come in and sit down." Although she didn't know who Lao Lin was, it didn't hinder Grandma Yan's enthusiasm at all.

The villagers who saw the Mercedes-Benz coming into the village and were not taking a nap at home were walking towards this side out of curiosity.

What was seen was the owner of the Mercedes entering Mansu’s house.

Someone fanning himself followed him into Mansu's house and jokingly asked who this person was.

Grandma Yan had no idea who it was and could only look at her granddaughter.

Before Manshu could say anything, he saw the honest old Lin had already given a cigarette to the man who was trying to get information.

As long as there are cigarettes, men of all social status can always have a chat.

"I'm from the moving company. Miss Manshu asked me to help with the move."

"The moving company drives such nice cars?" Those who come to join in the fun are not completely fools.

There are people in the village who have made a lot of money working outside, and they drive this thing when they come back for the New Year.

It is said to cost hundreds of thousands!

The brand is just one brand, but as for the price mentioned by the villagers, Lao Lin did not comment.

"This is not my car. We usually move in a van, but my car had some problems a few days ago and was sent to the repair shop. This car belongs to our boss."

When Lao Lin saw that someone recognized the license plate, he was not afraid of being exposed.

He dispersed the cigarettes and passed the lighter to the man, saying, "How could I afford this car? I bought a van after I retired from the army. It has been with me for more than ten years. Now the car is broken, so I will have to buy a new one."

When they heard about the retired soldier, the villagers looked at Lao Lin's figure.

Seeing that he was chatting with me but standing straight, I believed it.

The simple villagers have a natural liking for soldiers.

"So where did you serve in the army? To be honest, my son is also in the army, and he is now in the northwest."

"The Northwest. What a coincidence. I used to be a soldier in that area."