"Do you want to talk to our brother and let him help you arrange it," Muyang knew that Ma Xiaoman was not short of money, and the reason why he wanted to find a job was just to make his mother feel that she had something to do.

"No, I'll find it myself," Ma Xiaoman said about everyone's door, signaling Muyang to put things aside, Wen Biao was already three days later when they were busy, back to City B, Ma Xiaoman lived in Wen Biao's courtyard, followed by the big lion, and walked around with a curious face.

"Brother, do you know when this gossip mark was tattooed on my wrist?" Ma Xiaoman's words not only stopped Wen Biao, but also made the big lion stumble.

"I don't know when you got this mark on your wrist, you can wash it if you don't like it," Wen Biao didn't want Ma Xiaoman to continue to entangle, so he said casually.

And his words made the big lion almost fall, "Stupid, that thing on your wrist is not a tattoo, it has a big effect, otherwise how do you think you can open that golden door." The big lion's words made Ma Xiaoman fall into deep thought.

Seeing that Ma Xiaoman was silent, Wen Biao thought that she really wanted to change her tattoo, and frowned slightly, and there was a hint of disapproval in her tone: "Tattoos are very painful, have you forgotten, our mother likes girls with tattoos too much," Wen Biao did not suggest that Ma Xiaoman change his tattoo, and he didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only pull Ma's mother out to say something.

"I'll just ask, I don't plan to change it, don't you think it's pretty good. Thinking of the golden door, the corners of Ma Xiaoman's mouth couldn't help but hook, and his hand unconsciously stroked the gossip mark on his wrist.

"I'm pretty good-looking," Hearing that Ma Xiaoman said that he didn't plan to get a tattoo, Wen Biao immediately agreed, what Ma Xiaoman didn't say was that there was a lotus-shaped tattoo on his chest, but the lotus flower was a flower bone, which looked a little weird.

"Muyang said that you plan to find a job by yourself, what do you want to do?" Not wanting Ma Xiaoman to continue to entangle the tattoo on his wrist, Wen Biao reached out and peeled an orange and handed it to Ma Xiaoman, seemingly asking casually.

"Well, but I haven't figured out what to do yet," Ma Xiaoman replied, eating oranges without a pair, "Why don't you open a company to play, it just so happens that Cheng Tao has been idle recently," Wen Biao looked at Ma Xiaoman's suggestion, with discussion in his tone.

"Are you sure Cheng Tao has been idle recently?" Ma Xiaoman's mouth turned up, looked at Wen Biao and asked rhetorically, Wen Biao frowned, and then took out his mobile phone to dial Cheng Tao, "Big brother, what's the matter, I can't hear it clearly." Cheng Tao asked loudly into the phone.

"Where are you, isn't the previous project over, shouldn't you be okay lately?" Wen Biao asked rhetorically, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "My boss has such a good vision, of course I want to make more money for our boss." Cheng Tao said with a proud face.

Ma Xiaoman held back a smile and continued to watch Wen Biao talk to Cheng Tao, "You're busy, busy, hang up." Wen Biao hung up the phone directly as he spoke, and looked at Ma Xiaoman who was snickering with unhappiness in his eyes.

"You also know, when I originally did that project, I didn't rush to make money, but who would have thought that that project not only made money, but also made a lot of money, Cheng Tao, a money fan, saw that he could not only do good deeds to help people, but also make money, he has been tossing a lot over the years, and now even I don't know where he is tossing," Ma Xiaoman's answer made Wen Biao speechless for a while.