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

Fu Chuan felt that the threat was enough, so he couldn't help but soften his voice, "Xiao Nuan, come over tomorrow and let's have a good chat."

"You don't know how to run a company. Rourou and I have always been helping you take care of Mingzhu Design."

"And Rourou, she was originally the ace designer of Mingzhu Design, and the entire design department was led by Rourou."

"Other design companies have been poaching her over the years. What will happen to Pearl Design if she leaves?"

"Xiao Nuan, don't be willful." His tone was gentler than ever before.

To Ming Nuan, it almost made me want to vomit.

Ming Nuan said coldly: "I will come over tomorrow and make the entire design department wait."

Ming Nuan hung up the phone.

The smile disappeared from her face. Mo Shiyan glanced at her and found that she no longer made those small movements, but sat in her seat with a sullen face, with anger rising and falling in her eyes.

Mo Shiyan also knew who made the call just now.

Fu Chuan.

The person she once liked could completely change her into this with just one phone call?

Mo Shiyan suppressed the thoughts churning in his heart with some displeasure.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly turned cold. Suddenly, Ming Nuan, who was tense, asked: "Mr. Mo, what do you think of the design of the Pearl?"

Pearl design?

When Gu Mingzhu was still there, it was one of the top design companies, now.

Mo Shiyan said directly: "Trash."

The driver in front was startled when he heard this, and subconsciously looked at Ming Nuan.

I thought to myself: "Mr. Mo! Aren't you afraid that Madam will be sad when you say so about the company that Madam's mother left behind?"

Unexpectedly, Ming Nuan, who had been holding his breath just now, suddenly relaxed his shoulders and laughed out loud.

"Garbage, hahaha." Ming Nuan laughed so hard that her shoulders trembled, "Yes, the current Pearl design is a piece of garbage!"

After Mom's accident, Mom's design team disbanded.

At that time, she couldn't bear the blow and was depressed, so Ming Rourou and Fu Chuan offered to take care of the pearl design for her.

She agreed.

When she cheered up a little and wanted to re-enter Pearl Design, Fu Chuan advised her to start from the bottom first so that she could better understand the team involved in Pearl Design.

She had no experience managing a company at the time.

Trusting Fu Chuan again, he agreed without much thought.

Even when he entered, he didn't emphasize his identity because Fu Chuan said that ordinary workers hate airborne troops.

But as soon as she entered, she was hated and suppressed by the people in the design department, which destroyed the little confidence she had gained.

Today's pearl design is Ming Rourou's statement.

Those suppressions were not actually because her things were not good enough, but because Ming Rourou deliberately instructs her team to exclude her and erode her self-confidence.

Ming Nuan wiped away some tears from the corners of her eyes.

Mind control is really a terrible thing, it makes her forget her original appearance.

She is the sweet girl of heaven.

How could a talent from a top design school have such low self-esteem?

She turned to look at Mo Shiyan, rubbing her hands together, looking like she wanted to ask but didn't dare.

Ming Nuan's eyes were too hot.

Mo Shiyan couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to.

He pinched his eyebrows and said, "What? You want to ask me how to get the pearl design back?"

"Did you hear what I said on the phone?" Ming Nuan's eyes widened.

Mo Shiyan: "...you turned the volume on your phone so loud, do you think I'm deaf?"

Ming Nuan immediately shrank back, "Ah, is that so? I didn't pay attention."

Mo Shiyan was a little irritable and didn't want to talk.

I heard Ming Nuan say: "If that bitch Fu Chuan was here, I would definitely turn down the volume, but aren't you here? Do I still have to be wary of you?"

"I believe Mr. Mo will not harm me." After all, your pure purple energy almost blinds me!

Mo Shiyan's eyebrows, which had been frowning in annoyance, suddenly relaxed.

"Besides, I'm not asking how to get the pearl design back." Ming Nuan was firm, "because the pearl design is mine."

Mo Shiyan raised his eyebrows and glanced at her.

indeed.

It can be seen from today's events that Ming Nuan will not be merciful.

"That's actually what I just wanted to say." Ming Nuan was a little embarrassed, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

driver:"……"

Mo Shiyan: "..."

The driver silently pressed the partition in the car. Young couples always need some privacy, he understands!

Mo Shiyan's head hurt even more.

"I can help you press your legs!" She was going to fight tomorrow. She really couldn't do it without eating. "Mr. Mo, if you don't agree!"

"What can you do if you don't agree?" Mo Shiyan laughed angrily.

"Then I'm not sure I'll crawl into bed in the middle of the night!"

"I have no confidence in my own self-control!" Ming Nuan looked sincere. She tentatively stretched out her hand and put it on Mo Shiyan's sleeve.

Just when Mo Shiyan's patience ran out.

The car stopped.

The Mo family's old house has arrived.

Mo Shiyan brushed Ming Nuan's hand away, but he didn't expect that Ming Nuan, who got out of the car, still had the look of "I won't give up until I achieve my goal."

She chased after him and asked persistently: "Is it okay?"

"Mr. Mo, my massage skills are very good."

"Or this way, after I finish pressing it for you, I will go back to my bed..."

Seeing that the servants around him were giving increasingly weird looks, Mo Shiyan finally couldn't help turning his head and asked her, "Ming Nuan, are you short of money?"

Apart from this, he couldn't think of any other possibility.

That's why she came to please him, otherwise... Mo Shiyan lowered his head and looked at his legs that might never stand up again.

He laughed to himself.

Indifference flashed in his eyes.

You can't really like this cripple like him.

Who knew that after hearing this, Ming Nuan suddenly became furious!

"Mr. Mo, are you insulting me by saying this?"

Ming Nuan held his wheelchair with one hand, "I just want to talk about pure physical relationships with you!"

"Why do you insult me ​​with money!"

The expressions of the servants around him suddenly became even stranger.

Grandma Mo also seemed to hear the noise outside.

Mo Shiyan couldn't bear it anymore and shouted in a low voice: "Shut up!"

However, Ming Nuan still tried hard to get closer, "Okay, then I'll take it as your promise."