First Lady

"Can Miss Misha sit over there and have a cup of mocha first! I have something to tell you!" Ming Manzhen glanced at Misha in fear, endured great pain, and said in a trembling voice.

"No, Misha can't leave me."

"No, I can't leave Ma'am!"

Misha and Lanshan spoke at the same time, resolutely rejecting Ming Manzhen's words.

This woman really can't believe even a single word, as long as Lanshan thinks of what Bai Ling told her, she won't give her a good look at Ming Manzhen. [

What Bai Ling said is right, she is a perverted old woman at all, a 50-year-old still pretends to be tender, wearing such pink and breast-exposing clothes, she is not as big as anyone else!

Lan Shan raised her chin, stretched out her right arm to embrace Mi Sha.

"Misha is my bodyguard and my good friend. I have no reason to let her go. It will hurt our friendship very much."

Ming Manzhen's face was twitching in pain, or because of Lan Shan's words. She gritted her teeth and said, "Isn't it okay to just leave for a while? What are you afraid of? Do you think I will hurt you?"

Lan Shan smiled at her, very honest and honest.

"Why do you have to leave Misha? Unless...you have some ulterior purpose! To be honest, I really can't feel at ease with the Duchess."

"I don't have any ulterior motives, everything I do is for the good of the Ming family, for the good of Ming Ye!" Ming Manzhen said with awe-inspiring righteousness, as if she could do anything for the Ming family.

After hearing this, Lan Shan sighed, and looked at Mi Sha for a few seconds, covering her mouth and laughing loudly.

"Oh, I can't do it anymore, I'm dying of laughing, Misha, this is the funniest joke your wife has ever heard."

"Ma'am, me too!" Misha smiled stiffly with her paralyzed face, and her facial muscles that didn't move very much made her smile look weird.

Lan Shan burst out laughing again, Mi Sha is simply too cooperative with her today.

The two sang together and made Ming Manzhen's face turn black and red.

Finally finished laughing, Lan Shan suppressed her smile, and looked at Ming Manzhen with disdain, "Duchess Vincent, why are you doing good to the Ming family, why are you good to Ming Ye, what kind of onion are you?"

Lan Shan's endless words of contempt and her rampant tone are almost the same as Ming Ye's.