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

He actually has the nerve to mention his mother?

Ming Nuan felt sick and had a strong burning sensation in her stomach. She pressed one hand against the glass window, her fingertips turning white with pressure.

The tip of the nail made a sharp noise when scratching on it.

A hand came from behind and held her hand in his palm.

Mo Shiyan looked out the window coldly, but his tone was very gentle when he spoke to her.

"For this kind of person, you don't even want your nails, right?"

"There are a thousand ways to deal with him."

"If you want, I can make him want to live but cannot, and want to die but cannot."

Ming Nuan indeed calmed down a little.

"If that's the case, I have various methods."

Ming Nuan sneered, "But how can I let him off so easily?"

"Besides..."

Besides, these two people were just baits she released.

What she really wanted.

It's my mother's whereabouts.

It's to get that old beast out of his tortoise shell.

"Now the news about Nuan Yang Entertainment's charity event has spread."

"That's great. How about taking this opportunity to have some fun?"

Ming Nuan took back his hand, and while watching the ridiculous scene of Fang Hong and Ming Shengtian swearing at each other in the street, he said, "Hold a charity dinner in my name."

“Invite a group of people I want to invite.”

Mo Shiyan raised his eyebrows, "For example...your brothers? And, that old dean?"

Ming Nuan glanced at him and said, "I wouldn't praise you even if you guessed it right."

Mo Shiyan intertwined his fingers with hers, "It's okay, you know, I'm good at comforting myself."

Mo Shiyan was really happy today.

Especially after hearing Ming Nuan's promise.

The whole person exudes a joyful glow.

Just when he thought today was really a lucky day.

The phone suddenly vibrated.

Look at that annoying tail number.

Although there was no note, Mo Shiyan recognized who the call was from at a glance.

He wanted to hang up the phone expressionlessly.

As a result, Ming Nuan next to her didn't know what she saw, but she was disgusted by the stickiness.

She pulled her hand directly out of his palm.

This caused Mo Shiyan's hand to accidentally slide across the phone screen.

Not only answered the call.

I also pressed the volume up button.

A somewhat familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Have you finished taking your medicine?"

"It's time to deliver the medicine. I've asked someone to bring it to you. You still have to remember to take the medicine."

The man was chattering.

Regardless of Mo Shiyan's attitude, he just kept saying what he wanted to say.

Ming Nuan raised her eyebrows in surprise and glanced at Mo Shiyan. Medicine? What medicine?

Haven’t the aftereffects of the previous car accident been completely healed?

Mo Shiyan hung up the phone with a dark face and said nothing.

"He's the doctor, right?" Ming Nuan has a pretty good memory.

The number was matched quickly.

The doctor who is said to have a close relationship with the Mohist school.

I have been to the Mo family’s old house before.

"Just a quack." Mo Shiyan snorted coldly, "At that time, he vowed to cure that madman, but what happened?"

"We should have cut off contact long ago, if grandma hadn't insisted on her own way." Mo Shiyan took a deep breath.

Suppress the displeasure in your eyes.

He put his hand on Ming Nuan's shoulder again.

"I don't need to take medicine now."

"Madam, don't you know my condition best?"

He wanted to get closer.

But Ming Nuan put a hand on his forehead and pushed him away forcefully.

"Don't call me Madam anymore."

The smile on Mo Shiyan's face disappeared, "Why?"

"Didn't you just say that? I don't want a relationship that's just on the surface. I want a relationship that I can accept in my heart."

Ming Nuan looked into his eyes and said, "Then let's not worry about the marriage certificate anymore."

Mo Shiyan: "..."