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

On the other hand, Mo Shiyan, who had already left the manor, did not go to the group to handle work as Ming Nuan expected.

Instead, he returned to the Mo family's old house.

Mr. Mo, who had just been lingering in Ming Nuan's manor and was unwilling to leave, was now sitting in a seat in the old house with a serious face.

He leaned his hands on a cane, and his face was more serious than Ming Nuan had ever seen.

"came back?"

Grandma Mo hurried over.

"Why didn't Xiao Nuan come back with you?"

Grandma Mo was still looking back eagerly.

Mo Shiyan took off the watch on his wrist, rubbed his sore wrist, and said lightly: "She hasn't had a good rest recently, there's no need for her to worry about the Mo family's affairs."

"Besides, it's not a good thing."

When Mr. Mo heard this, he wanted to get angry again, "Why don't you need to know?"

"Isn't Mo's business also her business? Isn't she your wife?"

Mo Shiyan sat on the sofa, sitting comfortably. Hearing this, he sneered, "Don't you deny her?"

"You were still finding faults before."

The anger that Mr. Mo was about to get angry was suppressed.

He looked at Grandma Mo, who was already getting angry, with an embarrassed look on his face, not daring to continue talking about this topic.

He coughed dryly, turned to Mo Shiyan and said, "Okay, let the child rest more."

"I heard that she changed the party to tomorrow. That's a good thing, but also tiring."

"But why are you causing trouble in the group if you don't help her?"

"I heard that you are investigating our group's former shareholders?"

"Everyone has been very critical of you recently. I've received a lot of calls."

It was impossible to tell whether Mr. Mo was happy or angry in his voice.

However, when Mo Shiyan started investigating those people, he thought that they would report the matter to the old man.

He looked at the second hand on his watch moving in circles and sneered softly, "That's all they can do. They're even more fond of complaining than kindergarten kids."

But the complaint was completely powerless.

Mr. Mo looked at him deeply and said, "You should be more restrained. After all, you are also old shareholders. Although you are no longer involved in the major events of the group, you have made contributions when you were young..."

There was a click.

The priceless watch was thrown directly onto the table.

Mo Shiyan raised his eyes with a look of sarcasm on his face, "Hero? A hero who tried to insert his mistress, mistress, and distant relatives into the group?"

"Or is he the one who exploited the employees' benefits and lined his own pockets?"

"Not participating in the group's major events, does that mean they don't want to get involved?"

of course not.

Mr. Mo knows it better than anyone else.

It was after Mo Shiyan came to power that he personally pulled them out of their positions.

He lived in an era where the idea of ​​"don't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face" was prevalent.

Mo Shiyan, on the other hand, was exposed to a new generation of efficient and vigorous management methods in the rapidly developing China.

He can't tolerate any sand in his eyes.

"I won't say anything about my previous car accident."

"There must be someone inside the group who is supporting them."

"But now I see something I hadn't noticed before."

Mr. Mo didn't understand.

Mo Shiyan raised his chin towards the old man and asked, "How are you feeling lately?"

Mr. Mo's face fell subconsciously, "Can you get better? You made me so angry!"

"Okay, that's great." Mo Shiyan ignored what he said. His voice was so loud, and it was obvious that he was getting better day by day.

Grandma Mo seemed to have tasted something.

He asked with a slightly tense expression: "Xiao Yan, you found something, didn't you?"