She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Before he walked far, Yan Zhan, who had sharp ears, said: "..."

It’s my first time being a gigolo, and I have mixed feelings!

"Pfft..." Manshu also heard it and couldn't help laughing out loud.

If other people knew that this was Yan Zhan, who was feared by everyone outside, they wouldn't think that he was being kept by someone, right?

"Still laughing?" Yan Zhan glanced at her.

"Well, I just think that with Third Uncle's wealth, two cards can only support him for two days at most."

Yan Zhan looked at her coldly: "Don't let your imagination run wild."

You want to support him for one million?

What are you daydreaming about?

Manshu and Yan Zhan returned to Zhu's house, and Mr. Zhu was sitting in the living room watching TV.

Holding the card, Manshu ran over excitedly: "Come, Master, let's divide the spoils."

She told him how she had just received 10 million, and that she and Yan Zhan each received 5 million, and that she had given him 2 million as a gift.

The old man didn't say anything, he just happily took the card.

Manshu has to go to school tomorrow, so he has to pack up his things and leave.

Yan Zhan drove them back, and Mr. Zhu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, watching them leave.

Uncle Fu was also standing nearby.

"Master, are you in a good mood?" It was rare for Uncle Fu to see Mr. Zhu so happy.

"The little girl is more filial than the bad boy. She remembers to share the money with me, her master." Master Zhu still held Manshusa's bank card in his hand.

Uncle Fu: "Isn't that the one million each given by Miss Manshu and Mr. Yan?"

"How can it be the same? The money originally belonged to Manman."

"Yes, I had forgotten that. Miss Manshu is indeed the loveliest little girl I have ever seen."

This time, Mr. Zhu did not agree with the housekeeper.

In his heart, there is the most lovely girl who will always stay at the best age.

"Okay, put it away and buy something for her another day."

Mr. Zhu handed the card to Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu accepted it happily and wondered in his heart, what does the little girl need?

house?

She bought it.

"Why not buy Miss Manshu a car?"

"It's up to you." Mr. Zhu didn't care. He had a pile of collections in his basement, and the little girl used them to practice.

Those are worth much more than two million.

“I don’t know what kind of car she likes.”

Mr. Zhu muttered something, and Uncle Fu said, "I'll ask about it another day."

"Ah."

Manshu sneezed.

I don’t know if it was because someone was talking about her or because it was a little cold to go out in a dress at night.

Yan Zhan asked her to put on her coat, and she did so obediently.

Not long after his car drove out of the Moon Bay Villa, he noticed someone was following him.

There is a road outside the Moon Bay Villa with few vehicles passing by. After all, this is a villa area and the surroundings are quiet.

The car was following behind, and Yan Zhan spotted it immediately.

"Hold on tight." Yan Zhan stared at the rearview mirror and reminded Manshu.

Manshu was stunned and subconsciously wanted to look back.

"Don't stick your head out!"

If the other party has a gun, it would be dangerous for her to stick her head out.

Manshu's vigilance suddenly rose to her throat, and she immediately rolled up the car window.

"Who are those? Should we call the police?" She took out her cell phone.

Looking back from the rearview mirror, I saw that there was more than one car catching up.

"Call Tong Yan." Yan Zhan turned the steering wheel with one hand, unlocked the phone and threw it to Manshu.

Yan Zhan's eyes were stern, and all his attention was focused on competing with the other party in driving skills.

He drove with great concentration, the speed soaring to over 200, and the people behind him were chasing him closely.

Manshu called Tong Yan, but the other party didn't answer.

"Beep...beep..."

This voice made her very nervous, and she kept repeating, "Hurry up and answer the phone! Hurry up and answer the phone!"