She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"It's okay, I'll treat you next time."

Yan Zhan put the napkin aside and gave Wan Yi a look.

The latter immediately went to pay the bill.

After paying the bill and walking out of the restaurant, Manshu had already called Huang Tao.

"Sister Manshu, are you still in the hospital? I accidentally stepped on the stairs and sprained my ankle. I'm on my way to the hospital now. I guess I can't take you back to the village today."

She didn't want to call anyone, so Huang Tao was about to call her.

Manshu didn't expect this sudden change.

"It's okay, I'll think of another way. Brother Taozi, is your ankle seriously sprained? Go to the hospital right away."

"It's not serious, it's just swollen like a pig's trotter."

Manshu heard him yelling on the other end of the phone, as if someone was scolding him.

I guess it means that he doesn't look at the road when he walks or something.

Huang Tao hung up the phone quickly.

Manshu was about to continue walking, but he didn't know when Yan Zhan stopped.

She wasn't paying attention and bumped into Yan Zhan's back.

"Hiss..." Manshu quickly covered her nose. She felt like her nose was about to bleed.

Yan Zhan turned around and saw Manshu's eyes were full of tears.

"You're so tough!" You Yuan blurted out.

After saying that, she froze.

"Next time you walk, look at the road." Yan Zhan said seriously, "Don't play with your phone."

He pulled away Mansu's hand that was covering his nose and took a look. The tip of his nose was a little red.

"Oh." Manshu snorted aggrievedly.

The collision hurt so much.

do not want to talk.

He even looked at Yan Zhan's back with some annoyance.

Why does this back feel like a piece of iron?

"Go to the hospital?" Yan Zhan saw that she was about to cry and thought that she was really in trouble.

"No." Manshu shook his head like a rattle. "Luckily, this is my real nose. If you meet a girl who has had plastic surgery, you must not let her walk behind you."

"If you get hit, you'll have to pay compensation. If you don't pay, then you'll have to..." She gave Yan Zhan an ambiguous look.

Manshu was not joking. She had seen female stars whose noses had been dislocated by someone when she watched TV and read entertainment news.

Plastic surgery is not easy, so just be nice to the girl.

"Just what?" Yan Zhan was still waiting for her next words.

"You have to compensate her! You've disfigured her, what are you going to do if you don't marry her?"

If these words were spoken by someone else, Yan Zhan would probably have glared at them.

But it was Manshu who spoke, and he seemed to be thinking: "You are still young, so pay the money."

Manshu: “Ah?” I’m not talking about myself!

Given our relationship, I will have to return to the Yan family in the future. Do you dare ask you to pay compensation?

Yan Zhan saw her raise her chin slightly and look at him with tears in her eyes.

He reached out and ruffled her hair: "Buy you some clothes."

Manshu took a step back as if he had seen a ghost.

She looked up at Yan Zhan's hand, her face full of horror.

Why would Master Yan San do such a thing?

"I didn't wash my hair!"

Yes, she was in a hurry to catch the ambulance yesterday and was exhausted as a dead dog at night. How could she have the time to wash her hair?

Yan Zhan's face froze, and his eyes fell on his hands.

As if wondering whether he could still keep this hand.

Manshu saw with his own eyes a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

She looked at Yan Zhan apologetically: "Well, my hair isn't actually that dirty."

"Go and choose some clothes." Yan Zhan pointed stiffly at a women's clothing store in front of him.

And he himself said: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Looking at his expression filled with deep hatred and resentment, Manshu wondered if he would have chopped off his hand if it wasn't his own.