She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"elder brother?"

Zhou Yanxi's eyes lit up when she saw the person coming.

Song Yun's expression changed. She didn't expect her cousin to come over.

She was brought back directly by her eldest cousin.

This eldest cousin was not so indulgent towards her.

She followed her cousin and called out "cousin".

In return, the eldest cousin gave him a cold glance, and then he looked at his younger sister: "Yanxi, what's going on?"

"My cousin said she lost her bracelet and this lady took it. Later, Ayan had someone find it in the hotel."

Considering her cousin's bad attitude just now and her false accusations against others, Zhou Yanxi had no intention of hiding it for her.

Just whisper the whole cause and effect.

"Cousin, that's not the case. She really bumped into me just now, and when I looked at the bracelet on my wrist, I found it was gone. I really thought she had stolen it."

Song Yun didn't expect her cousin to not help her at all, so she had to rush to explain.

My eldest cousin is used to being strict. If he goes back and tells grandpa nonsense again, he will inevitably be punished.

The visitor ignored Song Yun and looked at Manshu. When he saw him, he was stunned.

"Oh, why is it the eldest niece? Where is your third uncle?"

Manshu recognized the person the moment he saw him. He was Zhou Yansheng, the person who had obtained the invitation letter to the Paradise for them.

She also didn't expect that this man was Zhou Yanxi's brother and Song Yun's cousin.

Originally he wanted to get back at the enemy, but now with Zhou Yansheng between them, Mansu became a little hesitant.

Zhou Yansheng’s two invitation letters were of great help in this riot in Paradise.

Maybe if someone finds out the origin of the invitation letter later, it will cause trouble for Zhou Yansheng.

However, Zhou Yansheng calling her niece made Manshu not know how to respond.

Uncle San would probably be angry if he heard this.

"Hello Mr. Zhou, my third uncle and I left separately. They went to the other side." The man tried to get closer, but Manshu just bowed politely.

Jiang Xia and Wu Meng were both prepared for a quarrel when the other person's parents came, but who knew that the visitor knew Manshu.

Judging from the tone of his voice, he is clearly Mr. Yan’s friend.

How can this be done?

Is the loss going to be in vain?

They were dissatisfied, and Song Yun was not happy either.

"Cousin, do you know her?"

Song Yun wanted to say something bad about Manshu, but Zhou Yansheng just looked at her.

"Yunyun, apologize to Manshu and her friends."

"Why apologize? I did nothing wrong. I just misunderstood. She bumped into me and tried to run away. She was dressed so poorly. I thought she got in here with someone else."

Song Yun curled her lips. She really didn't want to see this older cousin who was always more controlling than her father.

But he is the one that grandpa values ​​the most.

"What misunderstanding? That's not what you just said."

The man who had just stood up for the injustice interrupted again.

He said so, and others also murmured.

"This must be the boss of Zhou Yansheng Jewelry Company. I didn't expect Miss Jiao to have a relationship with him. However, Mr. Zhou is a good person for not shielding his cousin."

"Mr. Zhou also knows that girl. She might be someone very important. Miss Song has hit a wall."

He Yan didn't know who the third uncle of Manshu that Zhou Yansheng was talking about was, but judging from Zhou Yansheng's attitude, he was afraid that the other party must be of considerable background.

As the person in charge of maintaining order at the public auction, He Yan stood up and reached out to Manshu.

"Hello, I'm He Yan, the person in charge of order for this auction at the Jade Association."

Manshu looked at He Yan. It was thanks to him that he found the bracelet and was able to prove that Song Yun had framed him.

However, this person did not come out to maintain order at the beginning. He only stood up now that he probably knew there was someone behind her. Isn’t it a bit late?