The other person hurriedly chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes, I'll shoot too!"

When Tong Ran heard this, he automatically made up tomorrow's headlines——

[Mo Beiyan, the president of Mohs, was unbearable due to physiological needs, and even kissed the oxygen mask directly just to be able to release it]

Titles like this......

Just thinking about it, I don't think it's exciting.

Tong Ran forced a smile, and Mo Nanjue hugged her waist tightly, "You're staring at him again?!"

“……”

Tong Ran was so busy that he almost forgot that there was a big vinegar vat beside him.

Click-

The nurse ~ quickly filmed this decisive scene.

Mo Beiyan raised his head suddenly, an unsteady almost rolled off the hospital bed, he got off the edge of the bed with one hand to get up, "Who allowed you to come in?!"

Who has he offended these days, why is he so unlucky?!

Pay him back 200 billion!

Monan Jue raised his chin slightly, "I'm right." ”

“……”

Tong Ran hurriedly spoke, "Come in, it's time for the inspection." ”

The medical staff put away their mobile phones and walked in, Mo Beiyan's eyes swept coldly, "Who took a picture just now, take it out for me!"

"I ...... I've sent it out......"

"Delete!"

"The number of retweets has exceeded 100 in a minute, and it's useless to delete it......"

“……”

Sister's.

Mo Beiyan's eyes were dark, and he almost fainted, only feeling that a lifetime of blood could be vomited in one day today.

The medical staff didn't dare to say much, so they hurriedly began to check......

Tong Ran went over to help watch, Mo Nanjue walked to Mo Beiyan's side in a few steps, he smiled with thin lips, "It turns out that you like this kind of thing, Gai Ming'er will get you a few more sets, and you can play slowly at home if you are fine." ”

"Get out!"

"Are you sure?" said Mo Nanjue, glancing at him, "Then I'll go first." ”

“…… Wait!"

"Huh?"

Mo Beiyan raised his head angrily, and held back a sentence for a long time, "Lend me some money." ”

Just know.

Mo Nanjue put his hands in his pockets, and the tip of his tongue touched the corner of his mouth, "How much?"

"One hundred billion. ”

"Not enough, right?" Mo Nanjue stretched out his hand to tidy up the collar that he messed up when he rolled out of bed, and his tone was unhurried, "I'll calculate for you, the seven projects in Seattle, San Francisco, New York, will be close to more than 150 billion, ......right? Where is enough?"

Mo Beiyan pushed his hand away, he took a glass of water and took a sip, "Then you lend me 200 billion." ”

"Okay," Monanjue came to the couch and sat down, he put up his long legs, "three points." ”

Burst!

Mo Beiyan squirted out a mouthful of water directly, and was almost choked to death, "Three points of profit?!Why don't you grab it?!"

"Isn't this rushing?" Mo Nanjue glanced at him, and he picked up the magazine casually, "You don't want to borrow from me, find a bank or a securities office, and see if someone lends it to you." ”

“……”

"Or if you don't borrow directly, isn't it just a loss point, it's a big deal to adjust it for a while, I'll calculate it for you, and you will lose hundreds of billions, anyway, you have money, what are you afraid of?"

“……”

Mo Beiyan walked up to him and sat down, "Mo Nanjue, I'm your brother, three points are too ruthless, right?"

Mo Nanjue flipped through the pages of the magazine casually, "How do I remember hearing you say that you like Dye Ye, not only do you like it, but you still love it?"

“……”

Mo Beiyan suddenly realized when he heard this, he was still wondering, why didn't Mo Nanjue get angry when he heard it, and he didn't yell at him and punch and kick him......

So he was waiting for him here?!