Yan Zhan said this too early, because they saw this woman before they even arrived at the public sale.
Manshu and Yan Zhan accompanied Mr. Zhu out, and the door next door also opened.
An imposing woman walked out from inside.
Wearing a C-family skirt suit, she looked slim and graceful, with slender white legs and a white butt-covering skirt that only reached above her knees.
The clothes are a short-sleeved shirt with a deep V-neck, and a small fragrant jacket on the outside.
There is an emerald necklace around her neck, and the pendant extends to the ravine.
Tsk…
Ninety-nine percent of men would like this figure.
It's just that there are some traces of time on his face, and no amount of jewelry can hide them.
All in all, I can only describe the woman in front of me as "a MILF, but her charm is still there".
Her identity should not be simple, because the man holding the umbrella for her looked somewhat handsome in a white shirt, trousers, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
However, Manshu didn't look at other people's men. He glanced at them and then looked away.
This lady is worth a lot of money, and behind her is a boy carrying a bag, who is also dressed the same as the young man.
Then there are a group of black-clad bodyguards, all of whom are muscular and not easy to mess with at first sight.
"Mr. Zhu, are you going to the market just now?"
The voice is full of charm.
Manshu trembled when he heard this.
"Ms. Jin, aren't you going just now?"
Mr. Zhu was very calm about this, maybe because of his neighbors, he was already used to her behavior.
"Didn't I get up late?"
Ms. Jin flipped her hair around her ears.
"However, I think now is just the right time, otherwise how could I meet Mr. Yan?"
"right?"
Ms. Jin looked at Yan Zhan and saw that his eyes were not on her, and his eyes were slightly dark.
"Third Master, long time no see, maybe you don't recognize me?"
"Or are you deliberately pretending not to recognize me in front of the little girl?"
Ms. Jin looked at Manshu, and when she saw her face so tender that it could make water ooze, deep jealousy flashed in her eyes.
"This sister is pretty and looks young. How old is she this year?"
Yan Zhan didn't say anything, so she didn't feel embarrassed at all and directly brought the topic to Manshu.
Manshu remembered what the old man had said to Yan Zhan before, that the woman next door coveted his third uncle.
Now she could see that this woman really couldn't have any ambiguity with her third uncle.
She looked to be at least twenty years older than Yan Zhan.
It would make sense to say that she coveted Yan Zhan unilaterally.
Yan Zhan was young at that time, and it was indeed disgusting for him to be targeted by a woman who could be his mother.
Wanting to understand this, Manshu looked at Ms. Jin with interest: "My sister is also good-looking. She must have been a beauty when she was young."
"The little girl has such a sweet mouth."
Although she didn't like seeing young and beautiful girls, Ms. Jin still found it useful when Manshu praised her.
"I'm not being sweet, because my mother was very beautiful when she was young. I'm just telling the truth."
Manshu corrected her seriously.
Ms. Jin's face was slightly cold. Was she comparing herself to her mother?
Don't you just want to say that she is old now?
The little girl looks honest and thoughtful!
"Is the little girl Zhu Lao's granddaughter?
Why haven’t I seen it before?”
Ms. Jin avoided topics involving the woman's age, and while asking Zhu Lao, her eyes still fell on Yan Zhan.
That sticky gaze, like a beautiful snake spitting out its seeds, made Manshu tremble and give him goosebumps.