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

Mo Shiyan looked at Grandma Mo, who was sitting in the hall with medicine in her hand and a tired look on her face, and finally managed to hold back the attack.

When Ming Nuan saw Grandma Mo, she couldn't help but step forward and stick it openly.

"Grandma, we are back."

When Grandma Mo saw Ming Nuan, she couldn't help but smile, but her eyes turned to Mo Shiyan.

His face darkened, "I heard that it was Xiaonuan who picked you up this time?"

"It doesn't look like that!"

Ming Nuan couldn't help but hugged Grandma Mo's arm.

Grandma Mo always reminded her of her grandfather, who looked very strict, but was actually warm inside.

Ming Nuan stayed with Grandma Mo for a while before going upstairs.

Mo Shiyan had already washed himself and was lying on the bed looking through documents.

Seeing her coming up, he said indifferently: "It's useless even if you try to please grandma."

There was a chill in his voice.

"You're not really Mrs. Mo, why do you have to be so devoted to your acting?"

These words are very stinging.

Ming Nuan stood beside his bed and didn't move for a long time.

Mo Shiyan raised his head, what? Can’t bear to hear unpleasant words?

When he raised his head, he saw Ming Nuan touching his chin with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Ming Nuan struggled for a long time, stretched out her hand and pressed it on his knee, with an impatient smile on her face, "Mr. Mo, do you want me to massage your calves or thighs first?"

Mo Shiyan slammed the document shut in anger!

This woman wasn't even listening to him!

Ming Nuan had indeed been carried away by the purple energy, but other than that, she had been thinking about one thing.

That was whether the purple energy she got from Mr. Mo's family could be given back to their family.

As long as she stays with them, she will become lucky. The more purple energy she has, the easier it will be for her wishes to come true.

She pressed her legs almost in a pious manner.

While pressing, I thought: "I hope Mr. Mo's leg will heal soon!"

If only her wish could come true.

She hopes to repay Mr. Mo.

Mo Shiyan's legs were numb, but she still felt very uncomfortable as she straddled him.

But Ming Nuan couldn't stop talking.

"How's it going? Do you feel it?"

Mo Shiyan sneered, "You know that I can't feel my legs, and you ask that on purpose?"

"It will definitely recover in the future." Ming Nuan raised his head and said firmly.

Those bright eyes burned into his eyes.

Boiling and burning over.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Ming Nuan's hand, "Stop pressing it."

Mo Shiyan's voice became a little hoarse.

Ming Nuan nodded, "Are you tired?"

Mo Shiyan said nothing.

Just closed my eyes.

Ming Nuan could only lie down first.

When she lay down, she was still worried whether Mo Shiyan would let her sleep in another bed, but fortunately, Mo Shiyan seemed to be really tired and didn't chase her away.

Ming Nuan fell asleep with peace of mind.

Early the next morning, Ming Nuan opened her eyes and found that Mo Shiyan's figure was no longer on the bed.

Everyone says that Mo Shiyan became famous at a young age, but who knows that it is often this kind of person who works harder than ordinary people.

Ming Nuan took a deep breath and looked at the rich purple energy on her body.

I stepped on the high heels with confidence and went straight to the headquarters of Mingzhu Design Company.

Next to the Pearl Design Department is 'Nanyang Entertainment'.

These are all companies that my mother once started.

When I walked into the company, I could already hear the complaints and curses from the design department who didn't suppress their voices at all.

"Sister Rou, you are too soft-hearted, how can you spoil Mingnuan!"

"It's just that she is a habitual copycat at first glance. She is jealous of your talent, Sister Rou. She always lowers her head and looks gloomy."

"No matter what you say this time, she will be kicked out of our design department!"

"Even so, I don't know how someone like her got into our company. She couldn't be an airborne soldier, right?"

"It's really possible. Is he hooking up with some high-level executive?"

A group of people winked and laughed tacitly.

Ming Rourou suddenly felt much more relaxed after hearing these words.

Her eyes were black and blue, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Yesterday, Ming Shengtian made a fuss about her after waking up in the hospital.

She couldn't get rid of this bad breath.

Ming Nuan must be taught a lesson today.

This group of people spoke harshly, and Fu Chuan was also nearby. He couldn't help but frown and glance at them, "Okay, enough is enough."

The designers immediately closed their mouths and looked at Ming Rourou in surprise.

what happened?

This is not the first time they have laughed at Ming Nuan. Fu Chuan thought he couldn't hear it before, but now...

The smile on Ming Rourou's face suddenly became a little forced. She took a deep look at Fu Chuan and said, "Brother Fu Chuan, I'm sorry, everyone is just trying to help me. Otherwise, let's forget it."

She stood up, her pale face without any blood, "It's better not to embarrass her, she must be confused for a while."

When Fu Chuan saw that she was so aggrieved, the anger that had surged up just now because Ming Nuan was scolded immediately dissipated.

He frowned, still feeling distressed, "Rourou, this has nothing to do with you."

"You are the victim. When Xiao Nuan comes, I will make her apologize properly."

It was at this moment that Ming Nuan opened the door and went in.

She went in and went straight to the middle seat and sat down, "Oh? You want me to apologize? What kind of apology do you mean?"

Ming Nuan wore a long dress today and had exquisite makeup. She was already very good-looking, but now that she no longer bowed her head timidly, she looked like a completely different person.

Those designers didn't dare to recognize it for a moment.

"Are you... Ming Nuan?" The design director is a man dressed very enchantingly.

Ming Nuan gave him a look that was like looking at a clown.

It immediately stimulated him. How dare a small employee like Ming Nuan look at him like this?

He twisted his waist and walked over, the smell of perfume pungent, and slapped Ming Nuan's design draft in front of her.

"Do you want to get out of Mingzhu Design Company on your own, or should I kick you out?"

"We at Pearl Design will never tolerate such a piece of shit like you!"

Ming Nuan looked at the stack of manuscript papers and slowly picked up the tea in his hand.

He stood up and slapped the design director on the head.

"Oh! Oh my God!" He pinched his orchid fingers and screamed, "How dare you..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Ming Nuan had already pulled off his hanging work permit.

Be the first to say, "Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?"

The design director was stunned on the spot with a head full of tea leaves and water drops.

Ming Nuan didn't close the door when he came in.

People from other departments outside also poked their heads in to look inside.

Ming Nuan casually threw his work permit on the ground, as if he had thrown away some garbage, "You, pack your things now and get out."

"Huh?" The design director felt incredible. "You are crazy. You are a small employee and you want to fire me? Who do you think you are?"

Next to her, Ming Rourou stood up.

He smiled reluctantly and said: "Sister Xiaonuan, you..."

He didn't even finish his words.

Ming Nuan, who no longer wanted to endure it, directly picked up the book next to her and hit Ming Rourou's face hard.

Boom!

The book fell to the ground with a heavy muffled sound.

Ming Rourou's face was bruised.

Fu Chuan stood up suddenly, "Mingnuan, you've gone too far!"

Ming Nuan lifted her skirt.

She smiled at him and showed off her rare high-heeled shoes.

Then, he walked over briskly.

Lift your feet.

ruthless! ruthless! one! kick!

Fu Chuan let out a scream and bent over, holding his stomach.

The whole office fell into dead silence.

Everyone looked at Mingnuan like a monster.

She...she's crazy!

Ming Nuan touched her ears. It was great. Finally, there was no more noisy flies.

"Okay, I've had enough of the bottom game."

Ming Nuan smiled at everyone, "No more pretending, I'm going to show my cards."

Her voice was sweet, and she held her chin with both hands as she scanned the audience.

"Everyone present."

"Today, everyone will die in my hands."