I can see luck! People who get married in a vegetative state make crazy money

Mo Shiyan held the armrests of the wheelchair tightly with both hands, so hard that his fingertips turned white.

All surrounding sounds stopped.

Many reporters subconsciously covered their cameras.

Such silence allowed Ming Nuan to clearly hear the impatience in his voice, as well as a trace of panic?

She frowned.

Did you hear that wrong?

"Xiao Nuan."

He said softly: "Come here."

If the reporters weren't here now, he would have been eager to walk over and grab him.

But reason pushed him into the wheelchair.

Mo Shiyan felt irritable again.

Why haven't those people shown up yet? He has been pretending to be in a wheelchair for long enough.

Ming Nuan raised her eyebrows, even though the bodyguard already knew that Mo Shiyan was in a bad mood.

But she still didn't expect that Mo Shiyan would be in such a bad mood today.

Ming Nuan strode over directly.

But her eyes still couldn't help but drift to Lin Qiu behind her. Her face?

But just this action made Mo Shiyan's already anxious mood even worse!

"Ming Nuan!" He raised his voice sharply, "Why do you have to look at others!"

His whole body was filled with chills, "Look at me!"

What?

Ming Nuan paused, right? Boss?

Now you even care about my eyeballs?

Okay, okay, look at you, look at you, what's wrong with you.

Ming Nuan strode forward.

The whole hospital was dead silent, but the only sound of her high heels hitting the ground was very clear.

Like ice breaking, with every step one can't help but feel that the atmosphere is getting colder.

But her red skirt swayed with her movements, like bright red sparks blooming on the frost.

Ming Nuan looked taller than Lin Qiu.

Tall people will have stronger momentum.

Although people have different aesthetic preferences, it does not matter whether they are men or women.

Or when men and women are together, if they stand in the same place, the taller one will always be more conspicuous.

Suddenly there was a whisper from behind that a young reporter suddenly understood.

"I remembered who Lin Qiu looked like!"

"Looks like Mrs. Mo!"

These words made Lin Qiu almost unable to maintain the arrogant look on his face.

What do you mean she looks like Mingnuan?

Can Ming Nuan be as famous as her?

And Mrs. Mo's three words really hurt her.

That was something she had never thought about all her life.

But she couldn't say these words, she could only keep her mouth shut and watch Ming Nuan approach the person she had been chasing her whole life.

But Ming Nuan covered the wheelchair with both hands.

But he smiled and looked at the reporter who spoke, "Actually, outside, I prefer you to call me by my name than Mrs. Mo."

The little reporter was stared directly at her.

A blush suddenly appeared on his face, "Okay, okay, Miss Mingnuan."

She likes the name her mother gave her.

But Mo Shiyan suddenly raised his head and looked at her.

What does Ming Nuan mean...?

Don’t you even want to be Mrs. Mo?

Ming Nuan had already pushed the wheelchair and left without looking back.

After he left, the secretary who stayed behind looked at all the reporters present with a smile and said, "You also heard what Mr. Mo said."

"I hope you won't post anything irrelevant."

"Especially about our Mr. Mo and his wife."

The reporters all nodded sheepishly.

Everyone could see that Mo Shiyan was serious just now.

The last time what happened to Pei Zhengyan and Ming Nuan, they acted very quickly.

But this time they didn't dare.

But just because they don't post it doesn't mean that some people are willing to sit around and do nothing.

Lin Qiu, who returned to the room, was filled with resentment. He raised his hand and smashed and trampled all the condolence gifts sent by fans on the table!

"Damn, damn, damn!"

"Bitch!" Lin Qiu said with a ferocious face, "She just deliberately wanted to provoke me and show off to me that she thought she was Mrs. Mo!"

"What do you mean you don't like being called Mrs. Mo outside? Huh?"

Lin Qiu suppressed his trembling right hand.

The assistant beside him stood aside and didn't dare to express his anger.

In fact, she didn't understand why Lin Qiu had to entangle a married man.

"Sister Qiu," she said, "You are so beautiful, well-known, and can also make money."

"Mo Shiyan is married now. I don't think he is good enough for you."

Who would have thought that as soon as he said this, Lin Qiu slapped her hard in the face!

"If you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will tear your mouth apart!"

The assistant looked aggrieved and ran out crying.

Lin Qiu pressed his swollen forehead.

Clenched his teeth tightly.

star? Celebrities can make money, but the little money they make in the entertainment industry can only shock ordinary people.

Can it really be compared with the aristocratic family that has been passed down for hundreds of years?

After working hard and working hard for a few years, you may only earn a few hundred million, so you still have to be the top among the top.

But what about the Mo family?

As long as Mo Shiyan sits at home, the assets in his name will rise as fast as a rocket every second.

Ask those women in the entertainment industry if they would be willing to marry into the Mo family if Mo Shiyan got divorced.

No one will say they don't want to.

What's more, celebrities are unattainable in the eyes of ordinary people, but without a solid backing as a foundation, they would have become meat on the dinner plates of dignitaries.

"What a bunch of rubbish."

Lin Qiu took a deep breath as he spoke.

He turned on the phone and contacted his agent directly, "Send away those reporters outside quickly."

"The news about Mo Shiyan and I will be released as originally planned."

Those reporters outside didn’t dare.

But many of the media bases she knew were abroad.

Don't be afraid to check.

Speaking of which, she still wished that Mo Shiyan would go check it out. It would be best if he came to her in a rage.

Whether it's good or bad, there has to be contact in order to have feelings.

Lin Qiu looked at the photo of her and Mo Shiyan that slowly appeared on the page, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Ming Nuan is just an amateur. In terms of influence, he is definitely not as good as mine."

She is well aware of the power of her fans to charge for her.

Ming Nuan got in the car.

Mo Shiyan couldn't help but hold her hand.

"Ming Nuan."

"What did you mean by what you just said?"

There were danger signals all over him.

But Ming Nuan was not afraid this time.

She even answered calmly in response to his pressure: "That's the literal meaning."

"And if I keep asking them to call me Mrs. Mo, then there will be a lot of words like Mrs. Mo on the news pages."

"This is not good for Mr. Mo's future marriage plans."

Ming Nuan counted on his fingers and told him.

He said earnestly: "Mr. Mo, you don't understand us girls."

"When you meet a woman you really like and want to marry her in the future, she will definitely mind that you have been married once before."

"I will be far away by myself then."

"I won't bother you, but if the media keeps mentioning me, Mrs. Mo, your true love will definitely feel uncomfortable."

"So let's sort things out now."

"I call it taking a long-term view."

Mo Shiyan was going crazy.

Ming Nuan’s words.

Every sentence, every word seems to be dancing on the tip of a knife in his minefield.

"Ming Nuan!"

His air pressure was extremely low.

"Yeah! There's no need to praise me." Ming Nuan smiled brightly, "After all, today is the day when you and your ex-girlfriend meet, and I still have a bit of a wink."

Mo Shiyan's air pressure suddenly broke.

Those inky eyes stared at Ming Nuan, "You really know."

He held Ming Nuan's wrist firmly, as if he wanted to carve the next words into her heart.

"She's not my ex-girlfriend and I don't like her."

Ming Nuan was startled, then frowned and said very naturally: "But you don't like me either."