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

Mo Shiyan only glanced at it and put down the phone with a cold expression.

detail?

The entire capital city was swept over.

Generous enough?

Then he looked down at his bouquet, which was filled with diamonds even in the corners.

Generous enough?

And Mo Shiyan was too confident.

As a result, he only glanced at it.

There was actually other news on the phone I put down.

[The above is our general routine, but Mr. Mo, everyone has their own special circumstances. Girls like Madam Young are not ordinary girls. They are not short of money, so there is no need for you to show off your wealth all the time. . 】

[On the contrary, judging from your description of the young lady, the young lady should be a girl with high emotional needs. 】

[So, the important thing is not how fancy it is, but that you have to tell her that you will never force her again in the future...completely respect her...the flowers are just embellishment...]

The news is still coming.

However, Mo Shiyan stopped looking.

Because Ming Nuan has now arrived at the door.

She saw Mo Shiyan holding a large pot of flowers.

His face turned green.

"Well, Mr. Mo..." She had to remember it even if she didn't want to remember it.

Mo Shiyan confessed to her.

He said he liked her.

Ming Nuan looked at the flowers all over the ground.

He gently scratched his arm with his hand.

"Mr. Mo, I..."

But Mo Shiyan had already frowned.

"Xiao Nuan."

He made his voice gentle, which could be heard in Ming Nuan's ears.

But it's like the death-calling scythe of the God of Death.

She couldn't help but tremble all over.

"Mr. Mo, what's wrong with you?"

"I know, something happened between us, but this cost me..."

Ming Nuan's face looked a little bad.

But her words were interrupted again by Mo Shiyan.

There was light and electricity in his eyes like twinkling stars.

He rarely dressed casually and looked much younger than his normal age.

The forehead hair is soft and stuck to the forehead, and the whole person is a little less aggressive.

"Come here, I have something for you."

His fingertips were itching, and he wished he could pull Mingnuan to his side now.

But when I thought of those people's suggestions, I restrained myself.

It's just that the desire in his eyes has nowhere to hide.

That aggressive gaze did not become less aggressive because he was dressed softly and spoke softly today.

Ming Nuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"No, these flowers..."

"Come here." The smile on Mo Shiyan's face faded a little.

His hand holding the bouquet tightened slightly, and the outer packaging made a shrill sound.

"It's just some flowers, it doesn't matter how many you step on."

He curled his lips and smiled.

Ming Nuan had no choice but to think that it wouldn't work even if they were so far apart.

So while touching his itchy arms, he walked forward.

Finally, he reached Mo Shiyan.

She spoke with difficulty, her voice slightly hoarse, "Mr. Mo, thank you for the flowers, I like them very much."

"but I……"

"What do these count for?" Mo Shiyan frowned and asked again impatiently.

He glanced at the roses blooming at Ming Nuan's feet and showed a satisfied smile.

This ordinary rose is only worthy of blooming at her feet.

"The real gift is here."

He handed the bouquet in front of Ming Nuan.

Ming Nuan subconsciously took a step back.

But when she saw the shining diamond, her whole body froze.

"Do you like it?" Mo Shiyan smiled and handed over the rose in his hand.

But Mingnuan was suffocating.

Her hand grasped her arm faster and faster.

"Mr. Mo, I know that after finally confessing your love to me, you will definitely not be reconciled to being rejected by me."

"But are you...so angry?"

Ming Nuan's hands trembled slightly.

He looked at Mo Shiyan in disbelief, "I, yes, am allergic to pollen from some flowers."

Mo Shiyan was stunned, "What..."

Only one word was said.

Ming Nuan was seen falling straight back.

Mo Shiyan's expression suddenly changed.

Only then did he see large red rashes appearing on Ming Nuan's hands and neck.

And her whole body was extremely hot.

At this moment, Ming Nuan's hand was still firmly on his collar, pulling him and squeezing every word out of his throat.

"Mr. Mo, when people send flowers, they want love."

"Are you sending flowers for your life?"