Once addicted to thinking, Mrs. Lu married

When Yan Manyu saw the photos on the coffee table, her face turned pale. She never thought that those ridiculous things of hers would be photographed by Yan Sheng long ago, and now they are put in front of her so straightforwardly.

"What about those people?"

Among them, there are many people who really cared about Yan Manyu, and one of them once proposed to her, but she was high-spirited, so how could she put these people in her eyes.

But thinking about it now, it might not be these people who are kind and righteous. After all, they used to make her happy, and she only used them as tools.

Yan Sheng said lightly, "Don't worry, I didn't do anything to them, I just sent them to Southeast Asia. After all, it's not good for you or the Yan family if these people stay here."

Southeast Asia!
Yan Manyu once heard from Yan Sheng's subordinates that Yan Sheng had a nightclub in Southeast Asia, but every man there lived a miserable life.

She picked up the photos and flipped through them one by one.

"This Ah Tao is a good cook of soup. I like his soup the most."

"As for this Amin, he is very good in bed."

"Oh, this is the most ridiculous. He is a rookie. After playing with me, he actually knelt down and proposed to me. He also said that he swore to marry his first woman."

"..."

Yan Manyu told the stories of these men one after another, and burst into tears. It turned out that when she was with them, she had no feelings at all.

Is it useful? No!

"Snapped!"

She threw the photo on the coffee table again, and said nonchalantly, "Send it to the media, I'm still Yan Manyu, maybe it's a relief."

Yan Sheng's brows slowly frowned. Sometimes he really couldn't understand the daughter in front of him, "You're betting that I won't publish these photos for the face of the Yan family."

"No, after Lu Bojin found out about these things, I think I might be relieved. Anyway, I will never win against Mu Nanxi, right?"

Yan Manyu leaned on the sofa, looking straight at her father like that, with tears in her eyes, but it didn't make people feel pitiful.

He Ya looked down at her husband in name, and vaguely felt that Yan Sheng had lost this round, and it was impossible for him to control Yan Manyu again.

"Boom!"

The Patek Philippe clock next to it chirped crisply, echoing in Nuo Da's living room, Yan Sheng tried hard to laugh, but in the end he couldn't help but lost his temper.

"You can, Yan Manyu, your wings are stiff, you think you can fly, right?" She thought he didn't dare, but he didn't believe it, if these photos were known by the media, Yan Manyu would really be able to escape unscathed.

But after so many years, Yan Manyu really knew her father too well. Even if she admits cowardice, it's just a dead end, so it's better to fight.

"Then try sending it to the media, destroy me, destroy the cooperation between the Yan and Lu families, and see if it will destroy the Yan family as well."

"You, you..." Yan Sheng turned pale with anger.

Yan Manyu picked up her handbag, tidied up her slightly messy clothes, glanced at the men in the photo, and said, "Don't worry, you can find me and keep staring at me in the future, maybe there will be more exciting things."

"You, you shameless woman..."

Yan Sheng picked up the crystal ashtray next to him and threw it at Yan Manyu, but she dodged it lightly, and the ashtray fell on the thick carpet with a muffled "bang".