Lao Lin was waiting, leaning against the car and smoking.
He was so sleepy when he went out late at night that he could only use cigarettes to stay awake.
However, when he saw Manshu who was traveling with Yan Zhan, he immediately put out his cigarette.
"Mr. Yan." Seeing Yan Zhan's injuries, Lao Lin frowned and opened the back seat door. There was a loose T-shirt inside.
This was specially prepared by Yan Zhan.
The T-shirt is loose and unlike a shirt, it can easily rub against the wounds on his body.
After putting on a T-shirt, Yan Zhan's whole demeanor looked a little gentler. When he wasn't talking, he was like a sunny boy.
Manshu was fascinated by it unconsciously.
Yan Zhan coughed lightly, and only then did Manshu react.
"Well, you have a really good figure."
"Huh?" Yan Zhan raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw her unabashed compliment.
"Ahem, that's not what I meant." Manshu swore that she was definitely not coveting her third uncle's beauty, but that he had a really good figure, and he looked good even in a T-shirt, and he was a natural dresser.
Yan Zhan looked at her coolly: "You mean, it's actually not that good?"
"I mean, the figure is really good, but I'm definitely not drooling!" Manshu looked away, feeling that this person was difficult to take care of.
It doesn't matter whether he has a good figure or not, it doesn't matter if he has a bad figure.
"So, I have a good figure, but I can't arouse your interest?" Yan Zhan deliberately lowered his voice in her ear.
His voice was low and a little hoarse, making Manshu twitch his ears unconsciously.
It doesn't arouse my interest. Just listening to the sound makes my ears itchy.
"Uncle, I'm still young, I'm still a baby." Is it really okay for you to treat a young, pitiful and helpless child like this?
Yan Zhan stared at her blushing cheeks: "I've always been curious, why do you call me uncle so smoothly?"
"I..." She is your eldest niece! Manshu didn't dare to say it. After all, no one believed her when she said she was the real daughter of the Yan family.
"In your eyes, I am very old?" Twenty-five-year-old Yan Zhan was heartbroken when seventeen-year-old Manshu called him uncle.
"How can you be old? Aren't you in your prime?" Manshu was forced to want to hide under the car.
Would Mr. Yan ask such a question? Is he possessed by an alienated person?
"Huh?" Then you still call me uncle? He stared at her, stars shining in his eyes.
"Isn't this because I'm young?" Manshu smiled sarcastically. It couldn't be said to show respect for him, right?
"You will be eighteen next year." Yan Zhan said meaningfully before Manshu got off the car.
Manshu: "...Then I'm still a baby."
"Okay." Yan Zhan rubbed her fluffy hair, "Baby, I'll take you upstairs."
Manshu's whole body froze because of the sound of "baby", and she almost got out of the car with the same hand and foot.
She is so jealous of her future third aunt. If the word "baby" is used to call the person he likes, it will be - the head is not dead in the open, but the bone marrow of the teacher is withered in secret!
If Yan Zhan hadn't been her grandfather's adopted son, would she have fallen in love with a piece of shit like Gu Zimo?
He's not even worthy of carrying his third uncle's shoes!
"What's wrong?" Yan Zhan didn't realize that he had seduced her with just two words. Seeing that she was walking slowly, he thought she was injured somewhere and hadn't checked her before.
"No, it's nothing." Manshu almost covered her ears and ran away, "Third uncle, please go back quickly. I'll go upstairs by myself and get some rest early. Good night!"
Yan Zhan saw that she was running faster than a rabbit, but he didn't catch up and just watched her enter the elevator.
Then he stared at the floor where she lived, and as soon as the window was lit, he would leave.