"Yes, I am not as smart, beautiful, considerate, and as noble as Miss Yan. I am as pure as the white lotus in the pond."
Manshu didn't mind using these words on Yan Siyu at all.
Mr. Yan didn't know that Bai Lian was scolding, and he thought the girl Manshu was humble.
Yan Siyu almost broke her silver teeth when she heard this description again.
"I think Manshu is not bad either. Just like my Siyu, he is a good boy." Mr. Yan didn't notice that his granddaughter looked bad at all, and he praised with a smile.
Ming Huazhang, on the other hand, saw the cleverness between the two at a glance.
He glanced at the two of them with an ambiguous look, and said to his old friend: "I think these two children are indeed very similar. Those who don't know better think they are twin sisters."
Man Shu & Yan Siyu: Who is this disgusting?
"It would be great if Siyu really had a brother or sister. I am half-buried in the soil because I am afraid that this child will be alone in the future. A-Zhan is a cold-hearted guy." Mr. Yan also sighed.
It would be great if these two little girls got along well with each other because of their bad tempers.
It's a pity that they don't seem to fit together very well.
He was worried about his adopted son and his granddaughter.
My adopted son is now twenty-five years old, and a flower has never bloomed, and I don’t know when it will bloom.
It seems that now he finally has a little girl who falls in his eyes, but she is too young. She is a classmate with his granddaughter, so it will not look good if it gets spread out in the future.
It is impossible to say that the old man has no selfish motives at all.
He hoped that Yan Zhan would find a wife in the future who would warm his heart and make him less cold-hearted.
In the future, when I pass by myself, the child Siyu will also be well taken care of.
However, he also knew that his children and grandchildren would have their own blessings, and he could not control Yan Zhan.
"I just heard that the curator said that he wanted to give classmate Yan Manshu a gift. I wonder if I have this honor?" Yan Siyu didn't want to hear others compare her to Manshu.
In her opinion, a country girl like Manshu was not worthy of carrying her shoes.
Curator He immediately reacted and said with a smile: "Of course there is."
The souvenirs are not expensive, but they are exquisite and beautiful.
This is enough to satisfy those who complain that tickets are expensive.
"Do I also need to leave my name and address?" Yan Siyu glanced at Manshu.
She had heard everything just now. The curator regarded Manshu as the daughter of the Yan family and asked her to send the things directly to Yan's house without leaving her address.
"No need, Miss Yan's share must be sent to the house." Director He thought, he just made a mistake and had to prepare an extra gift for Miss Yan.
Yan Siyu smiled and thanked her, and glanced at Manshu during the process.
That full sense of superiority made Manshu look away speechlessly.
When she turned away, she saw a foreigner next to her, staring at Feng Guan and talking on the phone. He was wearing a black suit and had a flower in his suit jacket pocket.
"wow!itsobeautiful..."
She learned English well in her previous life, but the Yan family later hired a tutor to help her.
She heard the foreigner not only praise the phoenix crown for its beauty, but also mention its value.
Unparalleled, more valuable than the Queen of Eagle Kingdom’s crown?
She didn't know if it was her misunderstanding, but she felt that this foreigner was very covetous of Feng Guan both in and out of words.
Moreover, his hand kept fidgeting with the flower pinned to his suit pocket.
This isn't a party. It's weird enough to have a flower on your suit, not to mention that he keeps playing with it?
Could it be that you want to be arty but are not used to it?