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

Mo Shiyan was choked by Ming Nuan's words and was speechless for a long time.

His face turned blue and purple, and he finally accepted the fact silently.

"It's been a long time since Young Master Mo came to such a remote place."

"What have you watched on TV?"

Ming Nuan smiled as she watched his face change color.

It becomes quite interesting.

This young master really has no idea of ​​the sufferings of the world.

It's really a road that even cars can't drive up.

He is the one who suffers.

In other words, Ming Nuan didn't know what Mo Shiyan was thinking just now.

Otherwise she would be even more speechless.

Ming Nuan pulled the young master, who was obviously feeling a little lost, into the welfare home.

After entering, Mo Shiyan's eyebrows jumped.

"Although this welfare home is located in a remote area, the facilities inside are very complete."

He said meaningfully, "It even has its own bus. Is it used to take the children here to and from school?"

Although the bus is old, it looks like it was donated.

But not all welfare homes can enjoy such treatment.

"Of course." Ming Nuan smiled, "Don't you see who has been donating funds to this welfare home?"

"Did you find out?"

Mo Shiyan tightened his grip on her hand, "Who helped you check?"

Ming Nuan is no longer short of money now.

But investigating this kind of thing requires more than just money.

Ming Nuan's expression remained unchanged, "My godmother."

Where did your godmother come from?

Mo Shiyan blurted out what he wanted to say.

But suddenly I remembered.

It seems like there was one before.

Gu Mingzhu’s good friend, that woman has many gray forces under her command.

It’s quite fast to check this.

"Who is funding it?" He was actually a little curious.

But soon, someone interrupted Mo Shiyan.

The director of the welfare home came out to greet us enthusiastically.

"Miss Ming!"

"Mr. Mo!"

"Mr. Ming, thank you so much for your support to our welfare home."

Ming Nuan not only donated money, but more importantly, she was willing to provide more options for children who are not doing well in academics.

This is what really makes the dean happy.

"Come, I'll take you inside for a tour."

"The children are waiting to thank you, too."

Walking into the interior of the welfare home.

There are even more complete facilities inside.

Mo Shiyan: "The conditions here are better than many welfare homes in the city."

Of course, it can't be compared with those in the middle and upper levels.

There is definitely a medium level.

The dean was still full of gratitude, "This is all thanks to those kind donors."

"Of course, the one we want to thank the most is the gentleman who has been giving us money over the years."

“It’s just that he donated all of them anonymously.”

"Otherwise, I was planning to erect a thank you plaque here in his name."

The dean felt sorry.

Ming Nuan didn't see her say anything bad.

I knew what she said was true, she really didn't know who the donor was.

But she knew.

"Mr. Ming, please come this way." The dean wanted the children to behave well.

The children had even rehearsed several programs in advance.

However, Ming Nuan did not go in the direction she said.

She seemed to sense something.

Suddenly walked in the opposite direction.

The dean didn't understand why, but he followed her anyway.

"Mr. Ming, what are you doing..."

"Shhh."

Ming Nuan stretched out her index finger and gently pressed it on her lips.

Directly in front of her was a small garden, but it’s not quite right to call it a garden.

It is a vegetable garden transformed from a flower garden.

An old man was sitting on a recliner.

Leisurely basking in the sun.