"Azhan, what's your expression? Sister Manshu gets along well with her peers. Shouldn't you be happy for her?"
When I was a child, I tried not to laugh out loud,
"Don't forget, you are sister Manshu's third uncle now."
"Maybe one of the young people here today will be your niece-in-law in the future."
"Isn't the guy who was arguing with Mansula a boy from the Wu family? Don't you like him?"
When I was a child, I stared at Yan Zhan's face and saw that he was expressionless, with a faint dark cloud threatening to destroy the city, and he deliberately provoked him.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't like that brat from the Wu family. How about the Gu family? Doesn't it mean that the Gu family and the Yan family have a verbal engagement? Maybe Manshu likes the boss of the Gu family? Do you think that if she likes Gu Zimo, will Mr. Yan do it for her?
Change the candidate for the engagement?"
No need to ask, Yan Zhan has the answer in his heart.
If the old man knew that his granddaughter liked Gu Zimo, although he would not agree with her and Yan Siyu competing for one person, he would still be biased.
"Although Mr. Gu is not very good, I have to say that their two sons are good-looking. If Manshu doesn't like the older one, you can choose the younger one. Didn't they just get into a car accident? We don't know each other anymore.
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"If it hadn't been for this car accident, you still wouldn't have found Manshu, the true daughter of the Yan family."
If you talk too much in childhood, one person can be worth five thousand ducks.
Yan Zhan gave him a cool look: "Shut up."
Childhood made a zipper motion with her hand on her mouth: "Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore. Isn't it okay if I don't say it? However, if it rains, my mother will get married. I think Sister Manshu will find you a wife sooner or later."
Niece-in-law’s.”
"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute." Yan Zhan glanced at him and was about to go over.
When a waiter put a cup on the table, he accidentally knocked over the orange juice that Manshu had just put on the table.
But Manshu happened to be pulled by someone, and she didn't even have time to avoid it. Her beautiful dress was instantly wet.
No one present seemed to notice this change, and the waiter who accidentally spilled the orange juice was also shocked.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." It was a careless waitress who apologized to Manshu in a soft voice.
Seeing her look like this, it's hard for most people to argue with her.
"It doesn't matter, you are also dirty, go and clean it up." Manshu glanced at her skirt, frowned, but quickly relaxed it.
Yan Manshu was not angry, which was a bit beyond Yan Siyu's expectation.
She felt unhappy for a moment, but she hid it very well.
Yan Siyu took the napkin on the table and wiped the stain on Manshu's skirt.
"Sister, don't be the same as the waiter. Let me wipe it for you."
Manshu avoided her hand, took the tissue from her, and handed it to the waitress: "Wipe it first. Don't be nervous. This skirt only costs hundreds of thousands. If you work hard all your life, you should be able to afford it."
Manshu was just joking, but she didn't want the waiter to avoid the tissue she handed her, and her legs instantly fell to her knees.
"I'm sorry, classmate Manshu, it's my fault. Please forgive me. I really didn't mean it. I really can't afford to pay for the skirt. I also have a seriously ill father at home. You have already killed me in school.
, now for a skirt, I have to sacrifice my life to you."
Manshu was stunned, why did he want to kill everyone in school?