She doesn't want to pretend anymore

After seeing off Grandma Yan and Director Gao and his son, I received a call from Yan Zhan.

"Third uncle?"

"Is it up?" Yan Zhan's magnetic voice came into Manshu's ears through the phone.

Manshu only felt a gust of wind entering his ears, making him want to scratch it. It was too tempting!

"I got up. I just sent my grandma downstairs in the community. She is going back to her hometown today." Manshu found his voice again.

"Then don't go upstairs, come out." Yan Zhan rolled down half of the car window and looked inside Jinxiu Community.

"Okay." Manshu took a look at the clothes he was wearing and there was no big problem with them.

Patchwork sweatshirt, jeans, and casual shoes.

Visiting a museum is not a particularly formal occasion.

When she arrived at the door, she saw Yan Zhan's car.

The uncle in the security booth even teased Manshu: "Manshu, is he here to wait for you? I've seen this car several times. Is he your relative? From now on, just let him go directly into the community and wait. I'll let him pass!"

Grandma Yan is a very nice person. Occasionally when she buys food, she gives some to the security guard to try.

After a few visits, we became familiar with each other.

The security guard was a nice guy. He knew that there was an old man and a young child living in Manshu's house. Whenever he saw Grandma Yan carrying large things, he would help deliver them to her home.

"That's great, thank you uncle."

Manshu responded evasively and walked towards the car.

She opened the back seat and saw Yan Zhan sitting next to her, with Wan Yi and Lao Lin in front.

"Third Uncle." Manshu called him obediently.

"Yeah." Yan Zhan glanced at her and handed her a bag.

The bag is printed with the Ruyifang logo.

She opened the bag and saw boxes of beautifully packed items inside.

What you eat here is not pastries, but money!

Manshu could faintly smell the sweet fragrance of the osmanthus cake: "Thank you, Third Uncle."

Just as Yan Zhan was about to speak, he was fed a piece of osmanthus cake.

The soft, sweet taste invaded his taste buds and he was completely stunned.

"Is it delicious?" Manshu still held one end of the pastry in his hand.

Yan Zhan's gaze followed the pastry to her hands.

After raising the girl for a few months, she became much rounder than when I first saw her.

Her fingers are slender and smooth, and they look cute no matter how you look at them.

"Not bad." He nodded unconsciously, speaking indifferently without delaying his swallowing of the cake.

Manshu clearly saw his slightly narrowed eyes, that was a sign of happy enjoyment!

People outside don’t know that Yan Zhan is a sweets lover.

But he never revealed his preference to the outside world and hid it well in front of others.

Before Manshu could pull his hand away, Yan Zhan took a second bite.

Accidentally, his lips touched Manshu's fingers.

Manshu felt his hand was burned and immediately pulled away: "Then take it after you finish eating."

Yan Zhan seemed to have noticed something and stared at Manshu.

It would have been better if he didn't look, but when he did, Mansu's ears turned red.

He comes, he comes, he comes again.

Although she knew that Yan Zhan's gaze might not have any other meaning, she couldn't stand being looked at like that!

"Uncle San, why are you looking at me? If you want to eat, just take it."

She simply handed the box over.

Only then did Yan Zhan turn his eyes away from her ears, which were so red that they were almost transparent.

When I saw the lovely white osmanthus cake, my eyes lit up.

But it was only for a moment, and then everything became calm and peaceful.

He forced himself to look away: "I bought it for you." Just one piece was enough for him.

"But I can't finish it." Manshu blinked, "Uncle San, help me eat a few more pieces. It's still hot. It won't taste so good when it gets cold."

Yan Zhan's throat rolled, and he didn't know whether to look at Manshu or at the pastries.