Chapter 145 Transfer Records

All the surrounding discussions fell into Leng Rongrong's ears.

Leng Rongrong raised eyebrows.

Are they that miserable?

Why didn't she know that she and Mo Linyuan had such a miserable life, they couldn't even fill their stomachs, and they had to go to the banquet to eat?

Leng Rongrong glanced down at Mo Linyuan, but Mo Linyuan still looked sluggish.

Well, she understood why the people around her said that.

It's probably because someone was spreading rumors, and then just saw Mo Linyuan's dying look, and then felt that they were miserable.

Because I asked Mo Linyuan beforehand and knew that Mo Ziming had a good relationship with him, Leng Rongrong was going to send a red envelope to Mo Ziming.

This Mozi name looks honest and not annoying. Since it is his birthday, it is really unreasonable not to bring a gift.

She also didn't want to be talked about at the banquet all the time about whether she got a gift, so she was going to send a red envelope to Mo Ziming.

"Well, there's no need for red envelopes!" Mo Ziming said with a smile, "I'm already very happy when you come, and I didn't ask you to come to receive gifts!"

Others don't know, but Mo Ziming certainly knows.

His fourth brother is not simple. He has been helping him with things all these years.

It is really impossible to say that Mo Linyuan is poor. Although Mo Linyuan is not currently in charge of the Mo family, and the Mo family will naturally not give him pocket money, but he was once a monster in the mall.

An evildoer who is especially good at making money has become extremely poor just because he is disabled?

How is it possible, he didn't become mentally handicapped by accident.

What's more, Mo Linyuan doesn't need to use his legs to move his fingers to make money...

He doesn't know why everyone thinks that Mo Linyuan has become helpless after being disabled, but he can be sure that Mo Linyuan is not...

Over the years, he has helped Mo Linyuan a lot. If his guess is correct, he is almost about to take the power of the Mo family back into his own hands.

"That's still required." Leng Rongrong said, "Brother, stop talking nonsense, give me your card number, and I'll send you the money right now."

"Not so good." Mo Ziming stole a glance at Mo Linyuan.

Mo Linyuan glanced at Mo Ziming, "Here, you take it."

The women in his family like to waste money and spend money. If they don't give a red envelope, they will probably feel uncomfortable.

"Oh." Mo Ziming obediently obeyed, and then gave Leng Rongrong his card number.

Leng Rongrong took out her mobile phone and fiddled with it, and then Mo Ziming received the red envelope.

When he saw the money, Mo Ziming was stunned for a while, and then asked cautiously, "Rongrong, did you make a mistake?"

Is this figure a bit exaggerated?

Generally, a birthday gift of tens of thousands or tens of thousands is enough.

However, this string of numbers...

Mozi's name was counted carefully, it was about seven digits...

It's not too much to say too much, but it's definitely not too little to say less. It seems a bit exaggerated to give so many birthday presents.

What's more, everyone knows that the relationship between Mo Linyuan and several cousins ​​of the Mo family is actually not very good.

No one expected him to give any gifts.

But Leng Rongrong's sudden generous move was really shocking.

"Looking at Young Master Mo's expression, it must be 8 yuan or 8 yuan?"

"Hahahahaha, it's extremely possible!"

"What gift can I buy for eight dollars?"

A group of people were discussing.

Mo Lanlan and Leng Qingqing stood together, both of them also had smiles on their faces, full of contempt and ridicule.

"Gifts, as long as you have your heart, we don't care about our family name. It doesn't matter if you have eight yuan or nine yuan, as long as you have a heart. Linyuan and Rongrong went out independently. After all, they are still young. Life is tough, we can all understand."

Seeing this, Liu Yue immediately stood up, smiled and said kindly, as if showing mercy.

"Rongrong, Auntie knows that your life is not going well, and you really can't go on, so don't be afraid of losing face. Although Auntie is not very rich, it is no problem to lend you some living expenses."

There was an uproar all around.

In the past few years, after Mo Linyuan was rumored to be disabled, he actually seldom appeared on such occasions.

So it is rare to appear, and there is still a sense of mystery wrapped around him.

After all, he used to be the most respectable young man in the city, but at this time, even the living expenses have to be borrowed from others, which is somewhat embarrassing.

While everyone sighed, they also regretted that Leng Rongrong, with such a beautiful face, should marry such a waste as Mo Linyuan, what a pity.

Of course, some also felt that Leng Rongrong's birth was not very good, and that it would be a good pairing with Mo Linyuan, a waste.

"So, how many yuan did you send out in red envelopes?"

"We made a bet, why don't you announce it, Young Master Mo?"

In the crowd, someone shouted.

Mo Ziming glanced at Leng Rongrong, "Well, can I make an announcement? Rongrong, are you sure you pressed the button correctly?"

Probably not sure, Mo Ziming looked at Mo Linyuan with a questioning look.

Mo Linyuan remained calm, as indifferent and taciturn as ever.

Standing behind Mo Linyuan, Tang Luo thought to himself, "Young Madam, I'm afraid this is another exaggerated number for Mo Zi's name...

What is a prodigal woman like?

The young lady is probably a typical example.

It's so much money that people are jealous. I already have money, but now the young master directly gave his own card to the young lady... even richer.

This young lady can lose however she wants!

Speaking of which, the Young Madam is such a prodigal, it doesn't mean that she makes money, can she never spend all her money?

Leng Rongrong said disapprovingly, "If you want to know, let everyone know."

Then, Mo Ziming announced that the red envelope Leng Rongrong gave him was: 8888888 yuan.

"More than eight million?"

"real or fake!"

"Didn't you say eight yuan and eight?"

"Master Mo, did you miss the decimal point?"

"That's right, take a closer look!"

A group of people were shocked. When they heard Mo Ziming's words, they thought that Mo Ziming's name was misunderstood, or he was telling a joke.

Mo Lanlan was the first to rush to Mo Ziming's side in disbelief, and then snatched Mo Ziming's cell phone to look, and really saw so much money on it.

"Brother, is it true or not? Are you afraid that your sister-in-law will lose face, so you pretend that this is a red envelope from your sister-in-law?"

Everyone looked at Mo Ziming.

What Mo Lanlan said was right, she was afraid that Mo Linyuan would lose face, so it is not impossible for Mo Ziming to protect Mo Linyuan, a crippled brother.

Everyone knows that among the four young masters of the Mo family, Mo Ziming is the kindest one.

"No, this is the red envelope that Rongrong sent me." Mo Ziming said hastily, "If you don't believe me, you can check Rongrong's transfer records."

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