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

Fang Hong was still on the ground, twitching intermittently, and mumbling a few nonsense words.

Soon, Mo Shiyan's people found out Ming Shengtian's current location.

Just after listening to the report.

Mo Shiyan said to Ming Nuan with great interest: "Do you want to personally send Fang Hong over?"

"I think seeing him like this will make you feel very happy all day long."

Ming Nuan raised her eyebrows and suddenly smiled as well.

Then take a look.

Ming Shengtian had indeed returned to the cold and damp rental house again.

But this time.

Ming Shengtian never dared to say that his rental house was bad again.

Lived in such a terrible laboratory.

Ming Shengtian felt that his family was really great.

He struggled on the bed and read the news about Fu Chuan and Chen Song being arrested.

I feel very happy.

"Pooh!"

"You deserve it!" Ming Shengtian thought to himself, "You made me like this, I deserve to be cut into pieces, but just arresting you is a bargain!"

He couldn't help but look at his lame legs.

And in the throat that still cannot make any sound.

The light in his eyes faded once again.

But he didn't want to die yet.

His body was in pain; it was those strange experimental drugs torturing him.

He now needs to take painkillers every day just to sleep.

But there is only a little subsidy every month.

Not to mention buying medicine, there’s not even enough money for food.

But he is a cripple now.

What other ways are there to make money?

Not to mention that he still had a dream of healing his throat and legs.

Ming Shengtian struggled to the window and looked at the intersection downstairs where people were passing by.

Ming Shengtian's spine, which he once thought was straight, has collapsed forever.

Under the pressure of survival.

What are face and self-esteem?

He struggled into the wheelchair and told me that he lived in the basement with a gentle slope to get out.

If he were upstairs, he wouldn't even be able to climb the stairs with his body like this, and this old building doesn't have an elevator.

Came to a crossroads.

He put the wheelchair aside and sat down on the side of the road.

After all, this is the first time I do this.

With trembling hands, he took out a broken bowl from his arms and placed it in front of himself.

He didn't even need to pretend.

He is just a beggar.

Poor beggar on the street who wants some money from others.

The moment you put down the bowl.

Ming Shengtian's mind suddenly flashed through the scenes of his past when he was full of vigor and vitality.

It seems so distant as if it happened in the previous life.

Even he himself doubted whether he had really experienced all that.

Ming Shengtian lowered his head and tried to cover his face with a torn scarf, staring at the broken bowl with his numb eyes.

Trying to forget my glorious past.

There was a clang.

A coin was dropped into his bowl.

But Ming Shengtian felt as if he had been hit in the face by a coin, and his whole body stiffened.

Not even a thank you.

Being a beggar is worse than being any other person.

But the person who threw the coin didn't seem to care and didn't say anything.

Ming Shengtian wanted to wait until the people left before looking up.

The next moment.

A familiar voice came from above my head.

"Long time no see, Ming Shengtian."

Ming Shengtian was struck by lightning. He raised his head suddenly and met Ming Nuan's half-smiley face. "This new job seems to be suitable for you!"

The blood in my body is flowing backwards.

Ming Shengtian opened his mouth.

He roared to Mingnuan, "Ah!! Ah!!"

But only a few hoarse sounds came out of his throat.