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

Ming Nuan felt her hands and feet were cold.

That man named Mr. Chen brought such harm to their family.

She would never let him go.

"The one named Mr. Chen."

Ming Nuan raised her dark eyes, looked at the man and asked, "What does he look like?"

This series of questions made the man frown.

It’s not that I don’t want to say it.

But he really couldn't answer.

"I do not know."

The man did not dare to meet Ming Nuan's eyes, "Mr. Chen is mysterious, you have already guessed that the business he is doing is not worth mentioning on the surface. The real money is the business that cannot be seen."

"People like us are not qualified to see him directly."

"Then Lin Qiu has met him."

The man frowned and had no other expression on his face when he mentioned Lin Qiu.

Seeing that Ming Nuan's face was really ugly.

Because he was worried about his son, he took the initiative and said, "Although I don't know what Mr. Chen looks like."

"But I knew he seemed to have severe asthma."

Mo Shiyan frowned. Even if he knew about this common disease, it would be of no use.

But Ming Nuan next to him suddenly turned pale and lost all color.

asthma?

Those painful and tortured memories, together with the flesh on her body, were once again cut open by the scalpel, violently knocking open the memory valve in her heart and taking root in her heart.

Bang!

There was a sound of something hitting the ground and landing on the soft cushions in the car.

It made a dull sound.

Ming Nuan's whole body was spinning, as if she had post-traumatic stress disorder, and her hands and feet were cold and trembling.

"Xiao Nuan."

Mo Shiyan was the first to react and subconsciously hugged her into his arms. He held her trembling hand with one hand and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Looking down, Ming Nuan's face was completely drained of color.

The other hand rubbed his throat vigorously.

The scenery in front of Ming Nuan's eyes became blurry.

She also wanted to control her body, but at this moment, the memories that she had suppressed in her heart came out.

In a previous life.

Ming Rourou and the others drained the last drop of her blood.

He also sold her at a high price.

Sent to an old pervert.

At that time, she became confused due to the influence of drugs, but soon she was imprisoned in a basement that never saw the light of day.

She gradually woke up.

It was also because I was awake that I could feel the pain and cruelty more clearly.

Ming Rourou always felt that the club was scary.

But how could she know? At least they still treat people as human beings.

But the basement where she was staying at that time was.

People are like living experimental animals.

She wasn't the only one held captive in the basement.

There are also many young women.

And the only one who tortured them was an old man.

He would hold a scalpel, and sometimes he would cut open a girl's hand, and then use some weird medicines, or even implant organs from other animals into people's bodies.

Every day the basement was filled with howls of agony.

He did not cut off their tongues, because he said that what he liked to hear most was the screams of women.

That old thing is not so much doing live experiments in the basement.

Rather, he simply enjoys the process of hurting others.

Like a hopeless murderer.

Especially the younger and more beautiful the woman.

The more he is willing to put a knife on them.

They cut their flesh open again and again, and even cut off their faces alive when they were in a bad mood.

Let them die in pain.

And bright and warm.

is one of the most painful.

She was not fed those experimental drugs.

Because the old guy once pinched her face, cut her face again and again, and said with a happy face: "You are lucky, you have a face that I hate the most."

He smiled meaningfully at that time, "Don't worry, I won't let you die easily."

"I'll make you the longest living person in this basement."

That memory was deliberately blurred by Ming Nuan after his rebirth.

It's like people have the instinct to protect themselves.

Because it's too bloody and painful.

So Ming Nuan didn't dare to touch it at all.

On such a cruel day, it's a miracle she didn't go insane.

But there are sequelae.

Like this moment.

Ming Nuan's hands and feet were shaking terribly, her ears kept buzzing, and Mo Shiyan's face and voice in front of her were blurry.

I do not know how long it has been.

Only then did Ming Nuan find the sound of her heartbeat. She supported Mo Shiyan and gasped for air.

Mo Shiyan didn't wait to ask again.

Ming Nuan had already caught the scarred man.

She asked word by word: "Did that Mr. Chen you mentioned arrest a lot of women? Young women!"

The man was shocked and asked subconsciously: "How do you know?"

How did she know?

Ha ha.

Ming Nuan sneered.

The chapped lips formed a very strange arc.

He said the man was very old.

And severe asthma.

It was really because of the old pervert in her previous life who repeatedly fell ill in the basement that left a deep impression on her!

And every time they get sick, they will suffer even more inhumane treatment.

Probably because they are young, lively, healthy and have strong vitality.

It was in sharp contrast to him who was in his dying years.

Since Lin Qiu is the driving force behind Ming Rourou's family, and Mr. Chen is the person behind Lin Qiu, plus he suffers from asthma, what else does Ming Nuan not understand?

Mr. Chen.

The same person who tortured her to death in her previous life.

No wonder.

Ming Rourou and Fu Chuan smiled and patted her face.

Said: "My good sister, you still have some skills, you can sell it for so much money."

"Thank you for being Gu Mingzhu's daughter."

Then she remembered that old beast always staring at her face and smiling sinisterly.

It's just because she is Gu Mingzhu's daughter.

Everything makes sense.

Things that had always confused her were now explained.

"I know who he is."

Ming Nuan still remembers that face.

Remember clearly.

She didn't know his name. After her rebirth, she frantically wanted revenge, but it was difficult to find someone.

A pale but weird smile appeared on Ming Nuan's face.

"God is helping me."

"Bring his message to me."

She suppressed the fishy smell in her throat.

He looked at the scarred man coldly.

But the man with the scar couldn't wait to say: "You can let my son go now."

But just finished.

Ming Nuan looked at the Mo family bodyguard who was pressing him next to him.

The bodyguard raised his hand and slapped him hard, then kicked him hard in the stomach.

The car is so big that it can be kicked open completely.

The bodyguard grabbed his hair and forced him to look up.

He met Ming Nuan's merciless eyes.

"Let your son go?"

"Do you think I am such a kind person?"

"If my mother hadn't been taken away, I'm afraid she would have died at the hands of your guard dog."

"Tell me, why should I let your son go?"