Once addicted to thinking, Mrs. Lu married

In the middle of the night, Isabella was lying beside Nancy, and finally couldn't help asking, "What are the things Yan Manyu said?"

Originally, Nancy didn't want to mention Lin Ruoyao's past, but Yan Manyu told the truth, and she didn't intend to hide it from Isabella.

When Si Zheng was mentioned, Isabella couldn't help asking, "Then you haven't thought about recognizing him?"

"..." Yes, of course there was. At that time, in order to reverse the case for Mu Heling, Nan Xi sincerely hoped that Si Zheng would recognize her, but now, "I will not get involved in the affairs of the previous generation."

Isabella looked at her, and said after a long time, "You are quite chic, but if you were someone else, the trouble would be turned upside down. Even if you can't divide the family property, you will get a lot of money to keep quiet."

Nancy was dumbfounded. She really didn't think about it. At that time, she just felt ashamed that her grandmother was someone else's mistress, not to mention that Si Zheng didn't admit it.

But let her choose again, she still won't become a well-known appearance, after all, she is dead, and she hopes that her grandmother is an artist that everyone loves, not a mistress who everyone despises.

"You wouldn't tell anyone about this, would you?" Nancy asked.

Isabella nodded quickly, "Of course, you are my friend, and I will always be by your side."

"Thank you."

Meeting Isabella was the luckiest thing in Nancy's life, and she felt at ease under Isabella's shoulders that she had never felt before.

……

It was already three o'clock in the morning when Yan Manyu was fully awake, she sat up abruptly, saw her assistant was still sleeping soundly on the bench, she stepped forward and slapped the assistant.

"Why are we here?" Yan Manyu pointed to the iron railing in front of her. She seemed to remember meeting Mu Nanxi, and the two of them started fighting. Oops, she must have said something wrong, right?

The assistant was sleeping soundly, but was slapped across the face, and sat up in fright, but the whole person was still hazy, "What, what's wrong?"

"I still want to ask you what's wrong, didn't I tell you not to let you drink so much?" Yan Manyu felt a little regretful, she had been having so much fun recently that she almost forgot her original purpose.

Although the assistant was in a daze, she also knew Yan Manyu's temper, so she lowered her head and said nothing, which made her even angrier.

"I said what you have done recently. You can screw up everything you do. It was the same with Alan last time. You can eat my leftovers. In the end, you paid more than 100 million more. After all, you are my assistant. Or I'm your assistant."

"That's not because someone took a picture of you." The assistant couldn't stand the reading, and whispered something.

When Yan Manyu heard this, she burst into flames, "Why, you want to go to heaven and dare to teach me a lesson. Let me tell you, if you don't want to break up with your boyfriend, you'd better be obedient."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, I was wrong. Is it alright if I'm wrong?" Mentioning her boyfriend, the assistant suddenly felt guilty, and knelt down in front of Yan Manyu, her anger subsided.

Yan Manyu sat back on her bench, and said proudly, "But if you listen to me, the benefits in the future will definitely be indispensable. Men can have as many things as they want."

"Yes yes yes, Mr. Yan is right." Although the assistant was perfunctory in his mouth, he didn't agree in his heart. She and her boyfriend were childhood sweethearts, and they were not comparable to those philandering men in nightclubs.