She doesn't want to pretend anymore

It’s Lao Lin.

Lao Lin and others were leaning against the car smoking.

He was so sleepy after going out late at night that he could only smoke to stay awake.

However, when he saw Manshu traveling with Yan Zhan, he immediately put out his cigarette.

"Mr. Yan." Old Lin frowned when he saw that Yan Zhan was injured. He opened the back door of the car and found a loose T-shirt inside.

This was specially prepared by Yan Zhan.

The T-shirt was loose, unlike a shirt, and would easily rub against the wounds on his body.

After putting on the T-shirt, Yan Zhan's temperament looked gentler. When he didn't speak, he looked like a sunny boy.

Manshu was fascinated by the scene unconsciously.

Yan Zhan coughed lightly, and Manshu finally reacted.

"That, what a nice figure."

"Hmm?" Yan Zhan raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw her undisguised praise.

"Well, that's not what I meant." Manshu swore that she was definitely not coveting Third Uncle's beauty, but he had a really good figure and looked good in a T-shirt. He was a natural clothes hanger.

Yan Zhan looked at her coldly: "You mean, it's not that great?"

"I mean, her figure is really good, but I'm definitely not drooling over her!" Manshu looked away, thinking that this person was difficult to please.

It’s not okay to praise him for his good figure, but it’s also not okay to praise him for his bad figure.

"So, I have a great figure, but I don't interest you?" Yan Zhan deliberately lowered his voice in her ear.

His voice was low and a little hoarse, which made Manshu's ears twitch unconsciously.

It's not that it doesn't arouse interest. Just listening to the sound makes people's ears itchy.

"Uncle San, I'm still young, I'm still a baby." Is it really okay for you to treat a young, pitiful and helpless child like this?

Yan Zhan stared at her blushing cheeks: "I've always been curious, why do you call me Third Uncle so easily?"

"I..." I am your eldest niece! Manshu did not dare to say it out loud. After all, no one would believe her if she said she was the real daughter of the Yan family.

"Am I old in your eyes?" Twenty-five-year-old Yan Zhan was upset when seventeen-year-old Manshu called him uncle.

"How can you be old? Aren't you in the prime of your life?" Manshu was so forced that he wanted to hide under the car.

Would Master Yan San ask such a question? Was he possessed by an alien?

"Hmm?" Then you still call me uncle? He stared at her, his eyes sparkling.

"Isn't it because I'm young?" Manshu smiled awkwardly. It couldn't be said that he was showing respect for him, right?

"You will be eighteen next year." Yan Zhan said meaningfully before Manshu got off the car.

Manshu: "...Then I am still a baby."

"Okay." Yan Zhan ruffled her soft hair, "Baby, I'll take you upstairs."

Manshu was completely frozen by the word "baby" and almost got out of the car with his hands and feet tangled.

She was so jealous of her future third aunt. If she used the word "baby" to call someone she liked, it would mean - you may not see your head fall in the open, but you may secretly make your bones dry!

If Yan Zhan wasn't Grandpa's adopted son, would she fall for a bastard like Gu Zimo?

He is not even worthy of carrying shoes for his uncle!

"What's wrong?" Yan Zhan didn't realize that his two words had attracted her attention. Seeing that she was walking slowly, he thought that she was injured somewhere and hadn't checked it before.

"No, nothing." Manshu almost covered his ears and ran away. "Uncle San, please go back quickly. I will go upstairs by myself and go to bed early. Good night!"

Yan Zhan saw that she ran faster than a rabbit, but he didn't catch up with her. He just watched her enter the elevator.

He then stared at the floor where she lived, and as soon as the window was lit, he left.