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

"Go and find out her information and show it to me." Mrs. Mo was extremely satisfied.

At this sight, the old lady couldn't help it.

"Graduated from the world's top art school?"

"I learned eight musical instruments alone and became proficient in them all."

“The graduation work even won a number of international awards.”

Mrs. Mo's eyes became brighter and brighter as she looked.

These conditions have always been unknown in the capital?

"Okay, it's her." The more Mrs. Mo looked at her, the more satisfied she became. With good academic qualifications, it was a match made in heaven. She was pretty, easy-going, and had a bad temperament. What a good candidate?

"Hurry up and get rid of those who are still crying outside. They give me a headache just looking at them." Mrs. Mo felt refreshed.

Ming Nuan was rubbing his eyes.

The maid ran in with a happy face: "Miss Mingnuan, our old lady has made an appointment with you!"

"The old lady has already chosen a date. We will get engaged on the chosen date."

Ming Nuan: "??" She didn't show anything yet, yet she finally passed?

Of course, she would not refuse such a good thing.

The maid took her upstairs, and Ming Nuan asked softly: "Are you going to see the old lady?"

Unexpectedly, the maid said: "No, meet our young master."

That Mo Shiyan who had a car accident and became a vegetative state?

Ming Nuan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her fingers tightened the hem of her skirt little by little.

In her previous life, she had only met Mo Shiyan once. Before he had a car accident, Fu Chuan took her in the car to block Mo Shiyan.

Listening to Fu Chuan praising Ming Rourou for winning another award for her design work, how dazzling she was, made her feel even more inferior. She just said, "But Rourou's works are a bit like mine."

He was scolded sharply by Fu Chuan.

Both the words and the words were brainwashing and suppressing her. She felt embarrassed and wronged at the time, so when she saw Mo Shiyan walking out of the company.

She was too ashamed to get out of the car.

Of course, Fu Chuan didn't want her to get out of the car because he felt she was embarrassed.

She could see Fu Chuan's fawning face when she raised her head, but she lowered her head and only heard Mo Shiyan's voice.

His voice was low and filled with natural arrogance, "Have we, the Mo family, become so depraved? How dare you, an illegitimate son like you who is not even recognized by the Mo family, come to block my way?"

She was shocked at that time, and it was the first time she knew that Fu Chuan was actually the illegitimate son of a branch of the Mo family.

She foolishly comforted Fu Chuan, but she didn't expect that Fu Chuan would change his hands and send her out to the old pervert.

I'm afraid she discovered it because of his terrible past, right? hehe.

"We're here, Miss Mingnuan." The maid's voice interrupted her memories.

Ming Nuan's heart beat faster.

She opened the door and first looked at the overly large room.

"This room is as big as six of my rooms."

Ming Nuan slowly moved to his side.

Build yourself up mentally.

If you see a scary sight, don't be afraid.

After all, he had been in a car accident, so it was normal for him to be disfigured.

But when she saw Mo Shiyan's face, she was stunned.

She saw a face that was more beautiful than any male star she had ever seen. His eyes were obviously closed, but Ming Nuan felt as if he was looking at him with his eyes open.

The deep features carved by knives and axes, and the thick black eyelashes covering his eyes did not make him look better, but instead gave him a sense of déjà vu that he would open his eyes in the next second.

There is a kind of person who, even if he lies still, is still so powerful that it makes people stop breathing.

And the more important thing is that he is "exceptionally noble".

In Ming Nuan's eyes, purple light was wrapped around him everywhere, almost blinding her.

Ming Nuan's heart was completely relieved!

She knew she made the right bet!

For people like Mo Shiyan, even if he becomes sick and becomes a vegetative state, he has a good destiny and outstanding abilities. Since he obtained the Mojia Group, he has increased the group's market value dozens of times.

Such a person must be surrounded by 'purple energy'!

It was richer than anyone she had ever seen, almost like a natural cornucopia.

Ming Nuan looked at him excitedly and walked softly to his bedside.

"Mr. Mo, my name is Ming Nuan. If nothing else happens, I will be your future wife."

"Don't worry, I will definitely do what I should do. My future prosperity and wealth will all depend on you!"

After Ming Nuan finished speaking, it felt like the person on the bed had a sneer on his lips?

Ok?

She rubbed her eyes and took a closer look. Mo Shiyan was still the same.

Is she wrong because she has been too tired recently?

Ming Nuan patted her cheek and looked down to see Mo Shiyan's exposed hands.

The purple energy on her hands has been seducing her!

what to do? I really want to hold it!

Ming Nuan had an idea, "Mr. Mo, your fingernails seem a bit long. Let me trim them for you."

She took out the nail clippers from the small bag she carried with her.

He held Mo Shiyan's hand with a pious and solemn expression.

Seeing the purple energy slowly wrapping around his hand, Ming Nuan couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

With her own little selfishness, she tried to increase the contact area as much as possible, and slowly wrapped her hands around his.

Mo Shiyan's finger bones were distinct, and she could even feel the clear and strong pulse beating on her wrist.

If you have benefited from others, you must work hard for them.

Ming Nuan lowered her head and trimmed his nails quietly. It was such an intimate thing, but her fingertips couldn't help but brush against his palm.

Ming Nuan's face slowly turned red. If Mo Shiyan hadn't become ill and turned into a vegetative state, she would have died of embarrassment.

Just when Ming Nuan's palm passed through his palm once.

She seemed to feel his fingers tremble for a moment.

Ming Nuan couldn't help but raise her head to look at Mo Shiyan.

However, he discovered that there was a thin layer of red on Mo Shiyan's neck and behind his ears.

"Are you sweating?" Ming Nuan quickly put down her hand and put it against his neck.

Found it very hot.

"Is the temperature in the room too high?"

She knew that people in a vegetative state would sweat.

"Would it be uncomfortable if your clothes get wet if you keep going like this?" Ming Nuan frowned worriedly.

She knelt down and looked at Mo Shiyan's face.

"Mr. Mo, can I change your clothes?"

Although Mo Shiyan could not give her any answer, Ming Nuan felt so relaxed and at ease. After her rebirth, she had been overcoming her mental illness and told herself that she must not despise herself like she did in her previous life.

But in fact, subconsciously, she is still a little afraid of crowds and not confident.

But Ming Nuan actually longed for someone to listen to what she had to say. She didn't feel embarrassed at all that she was talking to herself like this. On the contrary, it made her feel at ease.

Ming Nuan told herself to calm down, but she couldn't lower the upturned corners of her mouth.

Changing clothes can pick up a lot of purple energy.

Her hands fell on his clothes and she was about to unbutton the first button.

Suddenly the door to the room was opened, and the maid asked with a little panic on her face: "Miss Mingnuan, what are you doing?"

Ming Nuan stood up hurriedly, "I'm sorry, I see Mr. Mo is sweating, and I think it's uncomfortable to wear it like this, so I want to help him change."

The maid's smile was a little stiff, "Just leave this kind of thing to us. Why don't Miss Mingnuan take a stroll at home? Let's get familiar with the manor first."

Mingnuan felt very disappointed.

Her purple spirit!

Looking at the thin layer of purple energy on the palm of his hand, Ming Nuan knew it was better and stopped.

He could only smile apologetically and leave the room.

But her front foot just left.

Mo Shiyan, who was lying on the bed with his back legs, suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear and cold, and there was still anger that had not gone away.