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

have to say.

This moment.

The thought came to Ming Nuan's mind: 'Mo Shiyan and the old man are indeed blood relatives.'

Don't mention anything else.

It's the same in front of the woman I like.

As if he was afraid that she would complain to grandma.

The old man finished talking to himself and quickly hung up the phone.

Mo Shiyan put his arm around Ming Nuan's waist.

He placed his chin on Ming Nuan's shoulder.

He leaned against her and looked at Ming Nuan with deep meaning in his eyes.

"Xiao Nuan, you are angry."

"It's because of me."

Ming Nuan glanced at him sideways and said, "No."

But Mo Shiyan has already made up his mind.

"Okay." He curled his lips, "If you say it's not, then it's not."

Ming Nuan: "..."

But she also planned to meet the old man.

Ming Nuan glanced at Mo Shiyan and suddenly said, "He seems very dissatisfied with you."

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

"He was never satisfied with me."

Mo Shiyan thought of those things from his childhood, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "He has always advocated suppression education and frustration education."

"I think praise and encouragement should not appear in the education of the heirs of the Mohist school."

That was the word he had heard most often.

[Do you think you can be satisfied with just getting first place in the exam? This is what you should do as a member of the Mo family.]

[Courses are important, but artistic accomplishment is equally important. Do you want to learn from your useless father?]

[Just because the teacher praised you, your tail is so high up in the sky? ]

[The directors all praise you, but you think that your achievements are enough for you? You are such a loser! ]

A hint of deep annoyance flashed across Mo Shiyan's eyes.

"Let's go."

"Go get some pocket money and leave."

Seeing Ming Nuan's eager look on her face, Mo Shiyan couldn't help but frown again.

He didn't want Ming Nuan to hear such words at all.

But Ming Nuan had already instructed the doctors here to keep a close eye on Lin Chunhua and Wang Jianren, and to also keep an extra close eye on Lin Chunhua's giant baby son.

After giving instructions about things here.

Ming Nuan got into the car very naturally.

He waved at Mo Shiyan and said, "Let's go."

"Don't you want to take the money?"

Although it was Mo Shiyan who suggested taking the money.

But seeing that Ming Nuan was really leaving, Mo Shiyan felt uncomfortable again.

The nurses and doctors next to him could see the reluctance on Mo Shiyan's face at the moment.

But at this moment.

Ming Nuan, who had already gotten into the car, waved at him.

"Come on, if you really have the money I'll buy you something nice."

Everyone could hear the perfunctory and insincerity in Ming Nuan's words.

Her face was full of a nonchalant look that said, "Who cares? Just trick him here first."

The young nurses swallowed fearfully.

Such obvious words.

Mo will always be angry, right?

But who knew that Mo Shiyan walked past them and got into the car without saying a word.

Everyone: "..."

Is Mr. Mo so easy to please?

Ming Nuan knew he would come.

She now has some experience in controlling Mo Shiyan.

Ming Nuan didn't waste any time and accelerated the car all the way to the manor.

I have to say, it is worthy of being a place for the old man to recuperate.

All the way in, she saw beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the fresh air made her lungs feel comfortable.

Mo Shiyan looked at her relaxed brows and asked, "Do you like it?"

Ming Nuan nodded subconsciously: "Of course I like it."

Mo Shiyan's brows also relaxed.

"Then get the old man out of here."

"I'll give you the manor."