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

Ming Nuan's eyebrows twitched.

He wouldn't make such obvious concessions, right?

Then mom will definitely be suspicious!

Ming Nuan also became nervous.

She stared at Gu Mingzhu, not missing any changes in her facial expression.

But he saw that Gu Mingzhu's expression was becoming more and more relaxed.

Even the smile grew a little wider.

She handed over the plan and was not too nice to Pei Zhengyan, which made Pei Zhengyan couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

Gu Mingzhu: "Very sincere cooperation."

Pei Zhengyan: “Of course!” He didn’t even look at who he was coming for.

Ming Nuan finally felt a little relieved.

It seems that Pei Zhengyan's brain did not go away just because he saw his mother.

"Well, how about we find a time to talk about it in detail?"

He immediately became excited!

Under normal circumstances, Gu Mingzhu would have refused. She might have been more inclined to comfort her daughter. After all, Ming Shengtian was in such a miserable state just now. Although her daughter would not feel distressed, she would inevitably dislike the time when she was framed by Ming Shengtian. But now.

Gu Mingzhu glanced at Mo Shiyan who had been staying with Ming Nuan.

And her daughter looked worried about her.

She had to prove that she was okay.

Otherwise, it would be her daughter who would worry about her.

"Okay, let's find a place to eat together." She had to cheer herself up first and become the Gu Mingzhu she used to be.

Pei Zhengyan was almost too excited and couldn't control the expression on his face!

I actually got the appointment successfully on the first try!

Mo Shiyan looked at him in surprise.

Is this person lucky?

Pei Zhengyan even glanced at Mo Shiyan with great pride because of this.

See it, kid.

This is his strength!

Learn it well!

Because Pei Zhengyan was really anxious to develop a better relationship with his sweetheart, he personally took Gu Mingzhu to another car.

Wait until Gu Mingzhu leaves.

Mo Shiyan said unhappily, "Look at how proud he is."

"If you don't know, you would think he is already your father and succeeded in taking over."

Ming Nuan shrugged. The burden on her shoulders had been lifted off. She felt relieved that her revenge was finally achieved. "Physiologically speaking, it's definitely my dad."

Mo Shiyan's face darkened, and he leaned back in the car angrily, "Don't stand over him and talk!"

Ming Nuan smiled and said to the driver, "I'm not going home."

"Go to the hospital."

Mo Shiyan immediately understood what she wanted to do, "You want to go see Chen Song."

"Of course." Ming Nuan was in a very good mood. "I have to take a closer look at his miserable state. When I feel bad next time, I can recall it and make myself happy."

She is not the kind of person who would stop when she knows the other person is in trouble.

"Chen Song is really lucky."

Mo Shiyan's eyes showed disgust. "After doing so many disgusting things, he is now lying in the hospital because of his physical condition instead of being locked up in an interrogation room."

"It doesn't matter. It's enough to know that he is in pain now."

Wherever he goes, that place becomes his hell.

Just like that.

Ming Nuan will be happy.

The two came to the hospital, and Mo Shiyan took some effort to let Ming Nuan meet Chen Song.

There was a rotten smell everywhere in the ward.

Ming Nuan saw Chen Song lying on the bed.

She had never seen such a strong aura of death on a person. The black mist surrounded him, making Ming Nuan almost unable to recognize him and could not see his face clearly.

Chen Song's breathing was heavy.

From time to time, you can hear his painful groans as he is tortured by illness.

Ming Nuan sat down next to him.

Almost just sat down.

She saw Chen Song's eyelids move.

Under the slowly opening eyelids were a pair of eyes that had turned white and cloudy, reminding people of the dying animals seen in documentaries.

Chen Song's eyes rolled twice with difficulty.

He can't see clearly.

It felt like there was a fire burning in his throat, and every breath he took through his nose was like a blade cruelly cutting off his flesh bit by bit.

He wished he could die right now!

Instead of rotting slowly like a maggot with a foul smell.

"It seems that Mr. Chen is still very energetic."

“But you’re really amazing.”

Ming Nuan sighed sincerely, "Whether it's the old Chen who used to be so high and mighty, or the criminal who has now become a prisoner, it's really not easy to see you."

This sound.

This tone.

Chen Song struggled to prop himself up, but as soon as he exerted the slightest force, he felt a piercing pain in his wrist.

He couldn't recognize who this person was.

He tried to ask with a weak voice: "Who!"

"Who is there?"

Ming Nuan found it even more interesting. "You tried so hard to target me before, but you didn't even check my information? To see what I look like in advance? Oh, you can't see now, right? You're old and blind, so I can't expect too much from you."

Chen Song finally found a little rationality in the heart-wrenching pain.

"Ming Nuan." He gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with anger.

"Well, it's me."

"Finally remembered?"

The two words "Ming Nuan" have completely surpassed Gu Mingzhu and become the name that Chen Song hates the most.

"I was a little worried that you would die."

"So I came to see you."

"You can't die too early."

"That would be so unfair to all those who died at your hands and were tortured by you, wouldn't it?"

Probably because I was too angry.

He wanted to curse, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a breath of foul air, and in the end he could only make a gurgling pig sound.

He used too much force and a lot of blue veins appeared on his face.

His fingers curled up and kept scratching on the bed.

Ming Nuan fanned the air in front of her nose. "It stinks. Can you please stop moving? It smells like disgusting swill."

Chen Song was so angry that he rolled his eyes.

"It's all because of you..." Chen Song's face turned dark and he squeezed out these few words from his throat.

Ming Nuan accepted everything and was even very happy, "Yes, because of me you can lie here."

"Don't be too grateful to me."

Ming Nuan stood up, walked over and looked down at him.

"After all, I still haven't forgotten what you did to my grandpa and my mother over the years."

"But I have a much better conscience than you do. Don't worry, I won't kill you easily. We are all civilized people. We must abide by the law. Killing is not good."

"Do you think I can't get away?" Chen Song was furious and wanted to strangle Ming Nuan who was hanging around in front of him.

"Sorry." A voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"The patient should wipe his body." A middle-aged woman stood at the door holding something, her face looking old and numb.

He should not be very old.

But her hair was completely white.