Mo Chunshan turned around, leaned on the railing of the balcony, and looked down: "Don't get old and stab Shuyi, he is also affectionate to Miss Gu." Besides, he's a container for my liver, and it's not good for you to him off. ”

He Wan'er had a stern expression at first, but when he heard that it was Mo Shuyi's matter, he couldn't help but roll his eyes fiercely, and he couldn't help but be angry: "What kind of good person is he? Pretending to be affectionate to Niannian, he did something that hurt Niannian I don't know how much." Anyway, if I really love someone, I will never marry someone else. ”

"Really?" Mo Chunshan smiled, "Then why did you marry me?"

Although he didn't say it too bluntly, He Wan'er knew that his next sentence must be a rhetorical question - "You really love me?"

"Mo Chunshan!" she gritted her teeth and warned word by word, "If you provoke me again, I promise that no amount of black suits here tonight will save you." ”

Mo Chunshan looked at her appearance and hooked the corners of his mouth.

This time you came and went, He Wan'er was already a thin red, and there was a thin anger in his dark pupils.

Mo Chunshan knew that if she continued to tease, she might get angry, so Gu Zuo said to him: "Regarding Mo Shuyi, I think it is necessary to explain it to you." In fact, his previous marriage contract was all to save Mo Chunhui. ”

With gossip listening, He Wan'er suddenly forgot about the new and old hatred between her and Mo Chunshan, and couldn't help but prick up his ears, wanting to listen carefully.

Mo Chunshan stopped talking nonsense, and told He Guaner the cause and effect in a few words, and He Guaner was shocked to marvel again and again, there is such a bloody plot in this world?

Mo Shuyi's marriage this time, as Mo Chunshan said, is actually to save Mo Chunhui.

Caijia has already told He Guaner that Mo Chunhui has been drinking heavily all year round, and the only way to save him is to transplant his liver in the middle and advanced stages of liver cancer for a few years.

Another one who needs a liver transplant, his son Mo Shuyi was originally a transplanted recipient, so naturally it is impossible to be a donor, and Dai Zhaodi's matching is also unsuccessful.

As for Mo Chunshan, who saved Mo Shuyi once, he has already cut his liver once, so naturally it is impossible to donate his liver to Mo Chunhui again. And because organ transplantation cannot be carried out between non-relatives, it is a dead end for Mo Chunhui.

Mo Shuyi has a lot of shortcomings, but only filial piety makes He Waner ashamed.

Coincidentally, the woman who grew up with Mo Shuyi's childhood sweetheart but never liked Mo Shuyi made a match in private and turned out to be the same as Mo Chunhui, and the woman's condition was to marry Mo Shuyi.

Only if she and Mo Chunhui have a kinship can they transplant organs justifiably.

Mo Shuyi had already accepted his fate, but not long after the marriage surgery was completed, he wanted to divorce the woman because of Gu Nian's affairs.

It's just that the operation has been done and the liver has been transplanted, and the woman is no longer willing to give up, but she can't dissect Mo Chunhui and take out her liver.

inadvertently succeeded in "cheating the liver", Mo Shuyi and could not be as shameless as Mo Chunhui back then. He lost a lot of money to the woman and wanted to settle the matter. That woman is also a little shrewd, knowing that she can't keep people and hearts, so it's good to keep the money.

Back then, Mo Chunshan's liver was exchanged for 200 million, but this time Mo Shuyi, it was exchanged for a house.

So Mo Shuyi, after removing Mo Chunhui's medical expenses, they are afraid that even the place where they live will be sold. ”

"He's so miserable now?" He Wan'er felt a little guilty when he thought of how he had scolded Mo Shuyi just now.

"It's not miserable, at least it won't end up begging on the streets. I'm more worried about you. Mo Chunshan smiled.

He Wan'er was stunned: "Worried about me?"

"I'm afraid that you and Mo Shuyi will have another conflict, after all, Mo Shuyi's patience has a limit, and he will not be so tolerant as I have repeatedly accommodated you. ”

"Tolerance?" He Wan'er's eyes widened, and his expression was alive, "Have you misunderstood the meaning of tolerance?"

Mo Chunshan pursed his lips: "Tolerance needs to be compared, compared to your grudge, of course I am tolerant." ”

He Wan'er couldn't help but rub his hands again: "Where do I hold a grudge? If I hold a grudge, I won't help you." ”

"Are you helping me? You're obviously afraid of being tired, right?" Mo Chunshan said, leaning on the railing, "I was still saying that I was a dead man this morning, and I didn't give you a single one when I ate just now, I tried my best to help you win a game, but you didn't even laugh." Isn't that a grudge, or do you really hate me?"

He spoke slowly, a smile in his eyes, and his voice was a little less genuine.

He Waner wanted to say yes with a hard heart, but after all, he couldn't say anything against his heart.

She changed her tone to a more euphemistic tone: "Can you be reasonable? If you offend me, I won't forgive you, and you will call it a grudge? Is my tolerance reserved for someone like you who is arrogant and arrogant and has a poisonous tongue? What do my family and friends get?"

"Heritage. Mo Chunshan spit out a word without hurrying.

"You!" He Wan'er almost went berserk.

Well, she found out that Mo Chunshan really knows where her bottom line is, and she can always accurately move between stepping on the line and not stepping on the line, and she is just right to provoke her.

For example, at this time, knowing that she is afraid that someone will be watching their every move, she can be sarcastic without taboo.

When she was really angry, the person immediately changed her attitude keenly, apologizing politely, amusing her, telling jokes that were too cold to be true, or saying something that she was really interested in, and then making her angry and unable to let it out.

What should I do? How can I fight this young old fox? I will suffocate myself to death if I come a few more times.

After a long time, she covered her face in frustration: "Okay, you are Party A's Baba, you have the final say." ”

"I'm not Party A," Mo Chunshan calmed down, "The contractor who has not changed for thousands of years, the party B who has been beaten by the flowing water camp, and the experienced gas bag, no one dares to offend, including you." ”

He Wan'er puffed out his cheeks and exhaled angrily: "You're offending me now, okay?"

He smiled calmly: "Your expression is very good now, and others will think that you are coquettish." ”

The word "coquettish" completely shocked He Wan'er.

When she was stunned, Mo Chunshan bent down slightly, leaned in her ear and whispered: "It's okay to make a fuss, but you can't keep making awkwardness, so you must first get rid of the habit that you want to be scared no matter what I say, and learn to get used to me first." Then, you can say to lie to others. ”

He got closer, and He Wan'er once again smelled the same woody fragrance on his body as on his coat.

She gasped slightly, resisted the panic of her heartbeat, and turned her head to look at him seriously: "Okay, I understand." If I don't work well today, I will adjust myself to ensure that I play normally tomorrow. ”

After saying that, he returned his coat to him, and went down the spiral staircase of the balcony into the garden.

Tonight's Mo Chunshan made her feel an inexplicable dangerous aura, and she had already begun to doubt whether the morning's decision was wrong or right, and even more doubted whether she had the ability to distinguish which of his words was true and which was false.

So what did she have to rely on to survive the promised three months, accompany him to perform a grand wedding, and quickly peel off the role?

Can she do it?

He Wan'er was unprecedentedly helpless and confused, and at this time, Mo Chunshan looked at her back, gradually fading the smile on his face, his eyes were like a continuous night, a strong and scorching black.

Everyone is gone, and there is no point in He Guaner and Mo Chunshan staying in the old mansion.

Meng Qianyang drove the car to pick up people, and the time when the car returned to Linjiang Mingmen was just past ten o'clock.

He Wan'er wanted to change her clothes and go home, but Mo Chunshan didn't let her go.

His reason is high-sounding, he is going to get married, where can she live alone in the old house on the Inner Ring Road? If his aunt or other talkative people find out, the diorama of the fake marriage between them will be exposed.

In addition, he also suggested that He Guaner work overtime, learn more about the Mo family, and get used to the next life to facilitate her to enter the role faster.

He Wan'er heard his unreasonable request, and the fragment that made her flustered at night was suddenly thrown out of the clouds, and she only remembered that she was angry.

In the living room, she yelled at Mo Chunshan: "I didn't sell it to you, why don't you let me go home?"

The sound was so loud that the little grass that happened to pass by was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

Mo Chunshan hooked the corners of his mouth: "Eight-hour work system, you calculated, is it enough?"

He Wan'er was silent in his mind, and immediately straightened out: "That's enough! From 12 o'clock at noon to now, it has been ten hours!"

"It took you six hours to change your clothes and get dressed. Mo Chunshan said for a long time, "Can your Shancheng newspaper allow you to stay in the bathroom all morning without coming out to work?"

He Wan'er was angry: "Didn't I accompany you to the Laoshizi family banquet, do I need to change my clothes?

"Don't you own the clothes, I don't need women's clothes, and no one in my family can wear your size." Mo Chunshan replied with a smile.

He Wan'er just wanted to go back to where Aunt Ben wore No. 2, but an inexplicable thought suddenly popped up in his mind - what would happen if Mo Chunshan became a women's clothing boss?

She thought so hard that she laughed unconsciously, and when she looked up, she saw Mo Chunshan tilting his head to look at her.

"What are you thinking?" he squinted slightly.

He Wan'er hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, no, I didn't think about you wearing women's clothes." ”

Mo Chunshan's face darkened obviously, and his voice paused: "In short, the time you order work clothes cannot be counted within the effective working time." ”

He Wan'er said for a while that he was still settling accounts with a weak heart, and he had no intention of arguing about the issue of working hours, and thought helplessly-Okay, if that's the case, it's really not enough.

Also, for the sake of the clothes - forget it, she still takes advantage.

But she thought about it for a while, and then said provocatively: "Then I sleep here, does it count as overtime?"

Mo Chunshan raised his eyebrows: "The so-called effective working hours include basic working hours, preparation and finishing working hours, and auxiliary working hours, and do not include necessary rest periods, unless you don't sleep." ”

He Guan'er was angry, and his silver teeth were almost crushed - he answered so well that he had obviously thought about this question a long time ago.

The evil capitalists, who try to exploit her surplus value, are too unscrupulous.

When she returned to the room where she had tried on clothes in the afternoon, she found that all the supplies were ready, even the skin care products were brand new, presumably prepared by Caijia when they left the apartment to go to the old mansion.

Seeing the pajamas on the bed again, she couldn't take her eyes off it for a while.

One of the sets of a big brand of silk nightdress, the fabric is of high quality, shining with a crystal and silky luster, she touched and touched, but still reluctantly put it down, and finally chose the most unpretentious set of cotton to put on.

Even the most low-key set is comfortably outrageous, but the designer is too considerate of the manufacturer, the fabric is used less, and the front chest and back are slightly more exposed.

He Waner had no choice, so he had to put it on, and then seriously remove his makeup, wash his face, and brush his teeth.

Ten minutes later, she lay down in the quilt, feeling the warmth and softness wrapped in high-end bedding, and sleepiness gradually brewed.

It was so comfortable—she sighed, and for some reason suddenly remembered that night when there was a water leak upstairs and she was cold in the living room.

It's good to be rich, but this life is not her own, and the feeling of stepping on the sky step by step is too illusory.

Like the one who was not destined to belong to her, if there were less unrealistic extravagance, she would not be hurt.