Yan Zhan turned around and glanced at Xiao Ziying coldly.
This glance made one feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Xiao Ziying shuddered and touched her exposed arm, which seemed to have a layer of goosebumps.
It seems that Yan Zhan is not as easy to deal with as she thought.
At this time, Manshu also realized that Yan Zhan seemed to be angrier than him, although he didn't know what he was angry about.
He dragged her upstairs until Yan Zhan took the key and opened her door, pushed her in, and locked her door.
Could it be that she was unhappy because she forced him and Xiao Ziying to be a couple?
But why is he unhappy?
Isn't this the blind date arranged by his grandfather?
I heard that he took Xiao Ziying upstairs to find him earlier. The two of them were in a good relationship. Didn't they intend to date?
Manshu was also unhappy, and a little flustered, because she didn't know why she felt jealous.
Third uncle is so handsome, sooner or later he will belong to someone else.
Even if he had done similar things to her before that made her misunderstand, it was because he didn't know the relationship between the two.
Now that the title of uncle and nephew has been established, what's the problem if he goes on a blind date with another woman?
There is not only age difference between them, but also ethics!
Yan Zhan: In terms of ethics, although he is a member of the Yan family, he is only an adopted son and even has an independent household registration.
Manshu got angry and passed by Yan Zhan, opening the door and rushing out.
Yan Zhan dragged her back and pressed her against the door panel.
Manshu noticed that something was wrong when she saw Yan Zhan's eyes were red and he was glaring at her fiercely.
"Three, third uncle?"
Looking at Yan Zhan and seeing him so close to her, Manshu began to feel timid.
What's going on with this man? Why does he look like he's about to eat someone?
Yan Zhan held her paws and covered her.
When Yan Zhan's slightly alcoholic breath sprayed on Manshu's face, her eyes were panicked and she was a little at a loss.
What did Yan Zhan want to do? Hit her to death?
Did he practice Iron Head Kung Fu?
Yan Zhan's enlarged face was almost close to Manshu's face, the tip of his nose touched the tip of her nose, and he could clearly see the changes in her beautiful eyes from confusion to panic and fear.
The little girl was trembling all over.
Yan Zhan glanced at her jelly-pink lips and flawless face, and closed his eyes.
Manshu seemed to be seduced, her eyes dull.
She didn't know what she should do now. Should she close her eyes with Yan Zhan?
What exactly does he want to do?
The heart in her chest was about to beat out.
Yan Zhan seemed to notice her nervousness and snorted on her cheek: "Relax."
The man's voice was hoarse, and there was a burning heat in his eyes that she couldn't understand, as if he was trying to drag her down to hell!
Manshu didn't know how nervous she was. She wanted to relax but became even more nervous. She straightened her body and stood on tiptoes.
When Yan Zhan pressed his lips, he looked away.
Averted!
Manshu breathed a sigh of relief.
And Yan Zhan?
If you give her a chance to avoid it, you won't give it a second time.
He pinched her chin and straightened her face.
He pressed his lips down and took a bite on her jelly-like lips.
Manshu blinked wildly, and was so surprised that he didn't even notice that his other hand had regained its freedom, and still maintained the position of being pressed against the door by him.
It wasn't until he tossed and turned and ate the lipstick off her lips that he let go.
Manshu's whole body fell limply and slid towards the ground.
Yan Zhan did not hold her back, but squatted down with her.
He was much taller than her, and even though they were both squatting on the ground, Yan Zhan looked at her with a condescending and oppressive look.
"Three, third uncle, do you know what you are doing?"