This guy is so scheming and calculating. He is obviously unhappy, but he can still bear it for so long.

Do you know that he will definitely borrow money from him?

He is the brother, okay?!

Mo Beiyan had a dark face, but he was borrowing money after all, so he couldn't fight. Besides, he might not beat him. "I was lying to Su Qingtian. I said it casually, can't you hear it?"

Mo Nanjue's eyes chilled, "Do you mean I'm stupid?"

“…”

Mo Nanjue threw away the magazine and stood up, "I'm leaving, you can go slowly and lose money."

"Oh, Jue!" Mo Beiyan hurriedly grabbed his arm, and he pressed his shoulder with both hands, "Don't keep rushing to leave, you have something to say."

Mo Nanjue sat back, his thin lips slightly pursed, "I'm thirsty and I feel uncomfortable talking."

“…”

This cliff was intentional!

Mo Beiyan just wanted to bite him to death, but after thinking about it, he leaned down and poured a cup of tea from the coffee table and handed over, "Drink it."

Mo Nanjue raised his eyes slightly, "Let's it?"

“…Please drink?”

“I don’t drink overnight tea.”

"This is not overnight, you just soaked before you left."

"You know it's not a blister?"

“…”

Sister.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Mo Beiyan endured his grievances. This was revenge. This girl must be revenge! He stood up reluctantly and walked to the fully automatic water dispenser to make a cup of hot tea.

The steaming porcelain cup was handed over, "Drink...please drink?"

Is this OK?!

Mo Nanjue put his legs up, but he still didn't reach out to pick it up. He glanced at him, "Do you want to burn me to death?"

“…”

Mo Beiyan really wanted to pour the tea on his head directly, and he couldn't help but roar, "Mo Nanjue, do you still want me to blow it for you?"

puff!

Beside the bed not far away, Tong Ran and a group of medical staff were shocked to raise their heads and blew...

What do the two men want to blow on?!

A surprised gaze shot over, and Mo Beiyan suddenly sank and didn't stop roaring, "I'm talking about tea blowing, not the flute you think!"

The doctor next to him was shocked when he heard this, "I said why I heard so strange when I heard the words blowing. As soon as he said it, I remembered it. It turned out that it meant playing the flute..."

“…”

Yes, the more I wiped it, the darker it became.

Tong Ran smiled over there and his shoulders were shaking, and Mo Nanjue glared at her coldly, "You laugh again?"

“…”

Tong Ran curled her lips and quickly opened the topic, "Doctor, are you going to change this little bit of Huanhuan?"

Mo Nanjue had a cold face, and Mo Beiyan was holding a porcelain cup, "Do you drink it?"

He rarely makes tea for him, how could he not drink it?

Mo Nanjue took a sip with a reluctant look on his face. Mo Beiyan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that he would have to cut down anyway, "Let's do this, 1 point profit?"

“3.5 points profit.”

"...Why is there an extra 0.5?! You have all drunk tea!" Mo Beiyan rolled his eyes, "2 points profit?"

“3.5 points profit.”

"2.5 points profit?"

Mo Nanjue still couldn't stand it, "3.5 points profit."

Mo Beiyan blurted out, "3 points profit!"

"Okay, the deal is done," Mo Nanjue handed the porcelain cup back to him, "It's settled."

“…”

What did he say just now when he was trapped?!

Mo Beiyan raised his hand to hold his forehead. He almost suffered a heart attack and felt completely trapped. Mo Nanjue was in a good mood. He stood up with his hands in his pockets, "Tong Ran!"
Chapter completed!