"How is that possible!" Wan Yi immediately retorted.
Listen, is this human language?
He works for his boss, and his hairline is getting higher year by year, but he doesn't say he looks older.
How can a man as handsome as the boss have the nerve to say that he is old?
"Third Master, do you have any misunderstanding about Xian Lao?"
Wan Yi adjusted the rearview mirror in the car: "Look in the mirror and see for yourself. How do you relate to the old man? If you must be related to the old man, then..."
He didn't think about it for a moment.
I thought the boss would not be interested at all.
As a result, Yan Zhan asked seriously: "What is it?"
"That is also cunning, cunning, scheming, mature and prudent!"
Seeing Yan Zhan's eyes in the rearview mirror becoming more and more dangerous, Wan Yi wanted to slap himself.
Let you talk too much!
"Um, Third Master, I mean, you are getting better now! You are the best boss in the world!"
Perhaps because of the psychological suggestion, Wan Yi unknowingly emphasized the word "old".
Yan Zhan's expression returned to normal, and he reminded Assistant Wan Te calmly: "If you don't know how to flatter, don't say anything."
He is so cunning and scheming, doesn't this still mean he is old?
"Blame me for being stupid!" Wan Yi said with a bitter look on his face, "But you are only twenty-five years old, and you are in your youth! If I go out with you, people who don't know me will definitely think that I am older than you!"
There was a moment of silence in the car.
Wan Yidu started the car, and Yan Zhancai said calmly: "Did you forget that you are twenty-eight this year?"
Wan Yi felt like an arrow had been hit in his chest.
Before he could recover, he heard his boss say again: "If you go out with me, others won't care how old you are."
Wan Yi suspected that his boss was taking revenge on him, otherwise how could he have completed a double kill so easily?
He suspected that what Yan Zhan meant was: when you go out with me, people won't notice you at all.
However, he had to admit that what his boss said was true.
"You're right!" Wan Yi squeezed out these words through his teeth.
He decided not to talk to his boss for the time being, otherwise he would be angry to death.
Wan Yi stopped talking, and the car fell into terrifying silence again.
Just when Wan Yi thought that this inexplicable topic had ended inexplicably, Yan Zhan spoke again: "Manshu called me Third Uncle, what do you think?"
Wan Yi: "..." How can I see it?
I even called you Third Master, but I didn’t see you paying attention.
However, she had already missed what she said just now, so Wan Yi was more cautious this time: "Maybe it was to express her respect for you!"
Just like the outside world calls you Mr. Yan, it’s a nickname!
Respected?
Yan Zhan's eyes moved slightly and he no longer dwelled on the matter.
"Let Lao Lin see her off later."
"Okay, boss."
Seeing that his boss finally stopped talking about "old age", Assistant Wan Te was relieved.
But he also had concerns in his mind.
It turns out that neither men nor women like to be called old.
In order to avoid being called old, emperors in ancient times would try their best to tease the women in the harem in order to produce more sons.
If your own boss decides that others say he looks old, the person who will be tortured will most likely be his poor little special assistant!
Manshu even sneezed several times in a row, not knowing that Yan Zhan would be resentful of her because she said "third uncle".
She put the newly bought clothes through water at home and hung them up to dry.
Soon she received a call from Lao Lin. While answering the phone, she packed her things and went downstairs.
Lao Lin is Yan Zhan's driver, an uncle in his forties who honestly doesn't know much.