Chapter 137 What about raising pigs?
But Fu Xiuhan failed to get Wen Rong's kidney for a long time, he insisted on getting Wen Rong to sign a consent form to donate the kidney voluntarily.

Ye Chuwei felt that there are obviously many ways to get Wen Rong's kidney, regardless of whether Wen Rong agreed voluntarily, the important thing is to let her replace it as soon as possible.

In order to maintain her beautiful and kind image in front of Fu Xiuhan, she didn't want to mention those private things.

Ye Chuwei could only insinuate that she was in pain and wanted to get better soon, trying to make Fu Xiuhan do anything for her.

But Fu Xiuhan didn't understand her meaning at all.

Later, she asked her agent Yang Qiuling to hint to Fu Xiuhan, but Yang Qiuling was reprimanded by Fu Xiuhan.

He also scolded Yang Qiuling for being vicious, saying that Yang Qiuling was not worthy of being her manager.

Ye Chuwei thought, since Fu Xiuhan can't do it, let someone else come.

In the early morning of autumn, a few sunflowers were placed obliquely in the vase on the table, which seemed to be soaked in the sun.

Wen Songze brought over the freshly steamed buns, put them in front of Wen Rong, and said expectantly: "Rong Rong, try it quickly, the sauced meat buns I made myself."

In the past few days, the company's affairs have not been settled, the funds are not enough, and the industrial and commercial department is also suppressing their application for company registration.

Wen Mo was worrying, and now he was sitting at the dining table staring at his phone, asking for connections everywhere.

Wen Songze was much more optimistic. He went bankrupt and couldn't be the president, so he just set up a stall.

In the past, pancakes were placed, but the spread of pancakes was always uneven, and it was inevitable that he would be disrupted by Internet celebrity anchors. He wore a mask to cover him tightly, so that passers-by regarded him as a plainclothes policeman, and his business was bleak.

In the past few days, he decided to do something simple, pushing a breakfast stall to sell steamed buns at the school gate.

Facing Wen Songze's expectant eyes, Wen Rong took a bite and gave encouragement: "It's delicious!"

Wen Songze laughed, his flour-smeared face looked a bit naive.

Wen Mo glanced at Wen Rong, thinking that her sister, who is so picky about her taste, said it was delicious, so it seemed not bad.

However, as soon as he entered his mouth, his brows furrowed.

"Hard and tight. The stuffing is too salty."

Wen Songze glared at him directly, "Go, I'll make buns for you, and I hate eating them. Sure enough, Rongrong is the most caring."

Wen Mo originally thought that Wen Rong deliberately said it was delicious to trick him into eating it, but when he looked at Wen Rong, he saw that she was eating well.

Wen Mo's heart suddenly stopped.

What a picky little princess my sister used to be.

Now even the pig food made by Dad can be eaten.

Wen Mo looked at Wen Rong, his usually stern face was slightly gentler, and his voice slowed down a lot, "Sister, do you have any money to spend recently?"

Wen Mo always called Wen Rong by her first name, and rarely called her "sister" to her face.

Wen Rong suddenly didn't react when he heard it, he gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun and nodded.

Recently, the novel she wrote has become popular, and she has earned more money.

Wen Mo didn't seem to see her nodding, and said to himself: "I still have some, I'll transfer some to you first. Clothes and bags can't be bought as usual, but don't treat yourself badly, don't be hard to swallow Put it all in your mouth."

Before Wen Rong had finished eating the steamed stuffed buns, a bank card balance reminder popped up on the phone.

Wen Mo transferred 100 million to her.

Wen Rong: "..."

What about raising pigs here?Wen Mo, what new type of ridicule is this?
Wen Songze could also see that, Wen Mo still disliked his unpalatable cooking.

Wen Rong decided to kill someone, "Brother, how much money did Sister Yaning lend you?"

Wen Mo: "..."

Can we have a good chat?
If he hadn't met his sister's innocent deer eyes, Wen Mo would have suspected that she was mocking him.

His voice was a little rough: "She said not yet."

Wen Rong knew it.

At this time, Wen Mo's phone rang.It was Bai Yaning calling.

(End of this chapter)

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