Before he had gone far, Yan Zhan, who had sensitive ears: "..."
Being a pretty girl for the first time, I feel a bit complicated!
"Pfft..." Manshu also heard it and couldn't help laughing.
If others knew that this was Yan Zhan, who was feared outside, they wouldn't think that he was being taken care of, right?
"Still laughing?" Yan Zhan glanced at her.
"Ahem, I just think that with Uncle San's worth, two cards can take care of you for at most two days."
Yan Zhan looked at her coolly: "Don't think so wildly."
Just want to support him with one million?
What are you daydreaming about?
Manshu and Yan Zhan returned to Zhu's house, and Mr. Zhu was sitting in the living room watching TV.
Holding the card, Manshu ran over happily: "Come on, master, let's divide the spoils."
She recounted how she had received 10 million from herself, 5 million from each of Yan Zhan, and divided another 2 million to honor him.
The old man didn't say anything, he just took the card happily.
Manshu has class tomorrow, so she has to pack her things and leave.
Yan Zhan drove the people back, and Zhu Lao stood in front of the French window in the living room and watched them leave.
Forbes was also standing nearby.
"Master is in a good mood?" Uncle Fu rarely sees Master Zhu so happy.
"The little girl is more filial than the brat. When you get money, remember to share it with me, the master." Mr. Zhu still held Manshu Sai's bank card in his hand.
Uncle Fu: "Isn't that one million given by Miss Manshu and Mr. Yan each?"
"Can that be the same? The money belongs to Manman."
"Yes, I forgot about this. Miss Manshu is indeed the cutest little girl I have ever seen."
This time, Mr. Zhu did not agree with the housekeeper.
In his heart, there is the cutest girl who will always stay at her best age.
"Okay, put it away and buy something for her another day."
Mr. Zhu handed the card to Uncle Fu.
Fu Bo happily accepted it, thinking to himself, what does the little girl lack?
house?
She bought it.
"How about buying Miss Manshu a car?"
"It's up to you." Mr. Zhu didn't care. There was a pile of collections in his basement, and the little girl used them to practice.
Those are worth much more than two million.
"I don't know what kind of car she likes."
Mr. Zhu muttered something, and Uncle Fu said, "I'll ask about it another day."
"Um."
Manshu sneezed.
I don't know if someone was talking about her, or it was a little cold at night when she went out in a dress.
Yan Zhan asked her to put on her coat, and she put it on obediently.
Not long after his car left the Moon Bay Villa, he noticed someone following him.
There is a road outside Moon Bay Villa with no traffic. After all, this is a villa area and the surrounding area is quiet.
The car was following behind, and Yan Zhan noticed it immediately.
"Sit tight." Yan Zhan stared at the rearview mirror and told Manshu.
Manshu was stunned and subconsciously looked back.
"Don't poke your head in!"
If the other party has a gun, she will be in danger if she sticks her head out.
Manshu's wariness suddenly rose in her throat, and she immediately pressed up the car window.
"Who are those people? Should we call the police?" She took out her mobile phone.
Looking behind me in the rearview mirror, I saw that there was more than one car catching up.
"Call Tong Yan." Yan Zhan turned the steering wheel with one hand, unlocked the phone and threw it to Manshu.
Yan Zhan's eyes were cold and stern, and all his attention was focused on competing with his opponent in terms of driving skills.
He drove intently, the speed soared to over 200, and the people behind him were biting him hard.
Manshu called Tong Yan, but the other party didn't answer.
"Beep...beep..."
This voice made her even more nervous, and she kept mumbling: "Answer the phone quickly, answer the phone quickly!"