Mulian's eyes were burning with fire, and she wished she could burn Zhu Wen to death. Who was she calling unlucky? She wasn't the pervert.

Chen Nan looked at the two people with a timid look and an embarrassed expression.

Mulian curled her lips slightly, smiled evilly, crossed her arms over her chest, and said to Zhu Wen with a confident look, "I can make you what you are today, and I can also make you go back to the past."

Zhu Wen seemed to have heard some big talk, and laughed sarcastically. Now he is very popular. He is the sales champion of the store. He can choose technicians and concubines at will. "Humph, you are so stubborn."

Mulian didn't say much, but just told Chen Nan, "Have you figured out the color chart?"

Zhu Wen looked at Mu Lian with disdain, then turned over and lay comfortably on the bed, brushing her beautiful feet. From time to time, he would choose the person he would serve today. These feet were too ugly and not worthy of his touching.

Chen Nan took out the test color card, looked confident, and nodded, "Yes."

Mulian nodded, and it was almost another moment for labor to create value.

Mulian came out and met Dabing with a happy face.

As soon as Dabing saw Mulian, he took two steps at a time and rushed towards her. He hugged her tightly, feeling extremely excited. "Xinxin smiled today. I'm so happy, so happy."

Dabing kept chattering, "I'm so happy. As long as I take my time, she will get better one day."

Mulian nodded. This was a good thing. She was only 4 years old and not even as tall as her thighs. She had a promising future.

Da Bing smiled and looked at Mu Lian with a flattering expression, "Lian Lian, you are so rich, donate more. The account is in arrears again. I am afraid that Lin Xi, that damn woman, will provoke Xin Xin again. I have finally recovered a little."

Mulian solemnly reminded Dabing, "You know this is a bottomless pit. It can never be filled."

Dabing said to Mulian in a flattering manner, "Lianlian, but Xinxin is finally feeling better now. If she gets stimulated again, I will really go crazy. Please donate some money for the sake of our friendship."

Mulian sighed helplessly, "Ten thousand."

Dabing was so shameless that he pulled Mulian's hands and acted coquettishly, "More? Please, please."

Mulian ripped Dabing's hand away and walked forward quickly. "Twenty thousand, if you keep saying that, I won't give it to you."

Seeing Mulian's firm attitude and fearing that she might change her mind, Dabing immediately held up three fingers and said, "30,000 is 30,000, the 30,000 you said."

Mulian suddenly braked and looked at Dabing with a look of disbelief and resignation. She immediately took out her phone and transferred 30,000 yuan to Dabing. She wondered if she should avoid Dabing and take a detour from now on. 30,000 yuan for a meeting was indeed too much to pay.

After receiving the money, Dabing smiled happily and said, "Thank you on behalf of Xinxin, Lianlian, you are so kind."

Mulian frowned slightly and couldn't help but blurt out, "What are you going to do after you spend all the money?"

Da Bing was worried. She spent money like water, but it was not worth it. It was like burning money. At least this money solved her immediate problem, giving her time to think about how to make more money. "We'll talk about it when the time comes."

Mulian sighed and muttered, "If she were still able to move, I would offer her a position."

Dabing sighed deeply, looked worried, and shook his head slightly.

At this point, Mulian's eyes lit up, and she suddenly discovered another business opportunity, a business opportunity exclusively for middle-aged and elderly women.

The old man in the emergency department walked back from outside. His wife in the emergency department was standing beside him, supporting him. Behind him was a man with tattoos, and his eyes seemed to want to swallow up the wife.

Mulian and Dabing walked towards them.

Mulian looked at the old man in the emergency room with a hint of sympathy. He was so pitiful that she subconsciously muttered, "Poor old man."

When the old man in the emergency room saw the magnolia, he looked at her with disgust, as if she was looking at garbage.

After the two of them passed by, Da Bing immediately asked Mu Lian, pointing at the back of the old man in the emergency room, "What did you mean just now?"

Mulian tells the story slowly and leisurely.

Yesterday, she was about to leave after dinner, but suddenly, the emergency wife was dragged in by a man with tattoos, and she was so scared that she subconsciously turned her head away.

The man with tattoos tightly grasped the red arm of the wife who came to the emergency room. There was a huge difference in strength between the man and the woman, and the man with tattoos easily dragged the wife who came to the emergency room in.

The emergency wife tried to pry open the indifferent hand of the man with the broken arm, but after a long time, he didn't budge at all. Frustrated and angry, she lowered her voice and said, "Let me go, I'm your mother, don't be disrespectful."

The veins on the tattooed man's forehead bulged with anger. With his other hand, he pinched the emergency wife's mouth without mercy, lowered his head and kissed her quickly. His magnetic voice whispered in the emergency wife's ear, "If you say something I don't like, I'll block your mouth."

The ER daughter-in-law was furious and didn’t want to draw attention to herself, so she lowered her voice and said in an angry tone, “I’m married to your father now, so I’m your mother.”

When Mulian heard such a shocking thing, she was so scared that she spat out the rice in her mouth. She immediately covered her mouth, carefully pricked up her ears, and made sure that the two people next door didn't hear it before she breathed a sigh of relief.

The tattooed man clenched his fists in anger, veins popping out on his hands. He suppressed the urge to swing his fist and gritted his teeth, "Do you hate me that much?"

Mulian ate two mouthfuls of rice, pricked up her ears, and wished she could stick them to the wall between them. She was not one to gossip, but the gossip about the old man in the emergency room instantly whetted her appetite.

From what she heard, it seemed that the man with tattoos was the son of the old man in the emergency room, and that his lover married his father. This was so shocking that she couldn't help but eat a few more mouthfuls of rice.

I really don't understand the thought process of the emergency wife. Even if the emergency old man's son did something outrageous, doesn't she feel a little disgusted when she thinks about marrying an emergency old man who smells like an old man?

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