After pretending to be ugly, he was entangled by a billionaire

Mo Yan suppressed her panic expression, pretending to be strong,

"Leng Beichen, get out!

I don't want to do anything with you at all. "

"Did I say I would do it to you?"

One side of Leng Beichen's mouth curled up evilly,
"Are you expecting to do it with me?"

Seeing Mo Yan glaring at him, Leng Beichen tore off his clothes with one hand, extremely cold,
"I just want to do push-ups in front of you, so that you won't slander me for doing less."

Mo Yan, "." Is it really that simple?
Shirtless, Leng Beichen lay straight on Mo Yan's bed.

"Hey! You're just doing push-ups, do you need to take off your clothes?"

Every cell in Mo Yan's body was full of vigilance.

Leng Beichen frowned,
"You try doing a hundred push-ups with your clothes on?"

He didn't care about the three sevens and twenty ones, and started to do one-handed push-ups in a very manly manner.

One, two, three.
The man has strong muscles, crystal clear sweat, a long and powerful body, strong and tight long legs that are longer and straighter than international supermodels
The whole body exudes a strong and attractive male hormone breath.

Mo Yan watched the little heart pound like a deer.

Her skin was burning hot, out of her control.

She looked away with difficulty, went into the bathroom and washed her face with cold water.

Failed!
Underestimated the allure of that man.

Is she torturing him now, or is she torturing herself?

No, it won't do her any good if it goes on like this.

She has to divert her attention.

Mo Yan dialed Su Haoran's phone number,

"Hao Ran, let's chat"

"Miss Mo~~"

"." Mo Yan was stunned.

A woman's voice came from the phone.

Is it He Qiushan?

How could Su Haoran be with He Qiushan at night?
Mo Yan was agitated for a while, it was simply imaginative.

But, doesn't Su Haoran like men?
Today he couldn't help holding Leng Beichen's hand.

"Eldest Young Master Su fell asleep, you can call him tomorrow."

He Qiushan was generous, without any cover.

"Okay, I won't disturb your rest."

Mo Yan had to swallow the question that came to his lips first.

Suddenly, there was a chill on the top of the head.

She looked up.

Heartbeat, missed a beat uncontrollably.

Leng Beichen didn't know when he came, but he was standing in front of her.

There were dense beads of sweat on his well-structured fair skin, and his whole body was filled with a strong masculine aura.
Mo Yan didn't dare to continue to look at his sultry figure, and quickly lowered her eyelids.

The next moment, her nasal cavity was hot.

What caught the eye was the low-rise shorts and the man's narrow and powerful waist.

And the extremely sexy mermaid line.

The heart-piercing scenes on the hospital bed could not help appearing in her mind, Mo Yan hurriedly covered the tip of her nose, and looked away again.

No nosebleed in front of him?
How embarrassing!
Leng Beichen didn't notice anything unusual about Mo Yan.

At this moment, his ears are filled with her voice talking to Su Haoran on the phone.

His black eyes stared at Mo Yan coldly, carrying a dangerous aura.

"In the middle of the night, do you still want to talk on the phone with Su Haoran?"

Before the divorce, Mo Yan never took the initiative to call him, except for business.

The treatment gap between him and Su Haoran is too big, right?

He was severely unbalanced psychologically and felt uncomfortable all over.

Mo Yan looked sideways at the angry man.

His face is so stinky, because she called Su Haoran?
After thinking for a while, Mo Yan suddenly realized.

Understood!
Men are very possessive.

Even for an ex-wife who has no feelings, she can't see her getting close to others.

This is true for ordinary men, let alone Leng Beichen who is so domineering.

Ah!
As long as he has a weakness, it's easy to handle.

Mo Yan raised her small face tuggingly,
"Of course, I think you don't understand the feeling of being in love at all, do you?
Haoran and I are in love with each other, and seeing each other every day is like three autumns apart. "

"Even if we met during the day, we still have to make at least an hour of phone calls at night to relieve the pain of lovesickness."

Sure enough, as soon as her words fell, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped to zero.

Leng Beichen's thin lips pursed even tighter, looking very angry.

Mo Yan was overjoyed, and she was so mad at him!
She put the phone to her ear and pretended to make a call,

"Hao Ran, I miss you so much, I miss you so much that I can't sleep.

Why don't you sing me a lullaby?"

Mo Yan pretended to be having a good chat with Su Haoran, with a happy smile on the corner of her mouth.

Seeing Leng Beichen's handsome face as black as the bottom of a pot, Mo Yan curled up his smile and put on a disgusted expression,

"Black-faced God, you have the nerve to eavesdrop on my phone call with my fiancé? Get out!"

"Does the whole world owe you money? Your iceberg face seriously affects my mood."

"You can't compare with my Haoran. He is sunny, handsome and has a good personality. He has a smile on his face every day, bringing warmth to people."

"Do you think you are attractive and cool and many women like you? Wake up, those women only like your money and skin."

"In my eyes, you are just a domineering ghost who thinks he is worthless."

Mo Yan racked her brains and guts to find the most vicious words to chill Beichen.

The man's violent breath became stronger and stronger, and an impending storm was brewing in the room.

Mo Yan's heart pounded, he would beat her up, right?

Then come on, if she doesn't regret it, she will piss him off.

A loud "bang" sound.

Leng Beichen kicked the bathroom door shut.

"."

Mo Yan was dumbfounded, could he swallow this breath?
"What are you doing in my bathroom? Isn't there a bathroom in his room?"

After a while, there was the sound of running water in the bathroom.

Mo Yan felt inexplicably irritated.

"It's almost enough to torment him today, and continue to piss him off tomorrow. It's a big deal to give him this room."

She simply left her room, entered Leng Beichen's room, and locked the door behind her.

Mo Yan jumped onto Leng Beichen's comfortable big bed and froze for a moment.

His bed sheet, quilt cover and pillowcase were all embroidered with pictures of the two of them kissing.

In the photo, they kiss very sweetly.

Mo Yan felt dazed for a while, and there was a soreness in her chest.

"It is said that seeing is believing, but in fact the eyes are the most deceiving."

"I don't know. After seeing this photo, I thought how much he loved me."

Suppressing the indignation in her heart, she turned off the lights and went to sleep.
The beds in the detention center were hard and narrow, but now, with the high bed and soft pillows, Mo Yan felt as if she had passed away.

I haven't slept so peacefully and comfortably in a long time.

In her sleep, she felt as if she was bathed in warm sunshine.

The warm and strong breath enveloped her, enough to drown her severely.

I really want to sleep with it forever.

With her eyes closed, Mo Yan raised her head, "Boom~"

There was a strange feeling on the soft lips.

She opened blurred eyes.

An enlarged handsome face in front of him was sleeping peacefully, breathing lightly.

Leng Beichen held her tightly in his arms with his long arms, and his tall body enveloped her in all directions.

With a jolt, Mo Yan woke up with a start.

"Leng Beichen!"

A roar from the east lion.

Mo Yan suddenly pushed the sleeping man away, furious,

"You big whore! I locked the door upside down, how did you get in?"

Leng Beichen's long and straight eyelashes trembled a few times, but his eyes were still closed, as if he didn't want to wake up.

Only he himself knew that he hadn't closed his eyes for several nights.

Mo Yan was locked in the detention center for a few days, and he suffered from insomnia for a few days. He suffered no less than her.

Miraculously, holding her in his arms, his insomnia healed without medicine.

That night, he slept like never before.

"Hey, I'm still sleepy, sleep a little longer."

He murmured and stretched out his long arms.

The big palm seemed to have eyes, and pressed Mo Yan back into his embrace with precision.

The corner of Mo Yan's mouth twitched violently.
"Have you lost your memory? Do you want to repeat what I said to you last night?"

She was surprised, this man was born with arrogance and self-esteem, so if he was called a dog by her, how could he let go of the past?

is it possible?Liar!

Mo Yan's star pupils narrowed slightly.

He used the beauty trick to capture her alive and send her to Interpol.

So, he is bearing the burden of humiliation now and acting again?
Then let him taste it too, first give him a bite of candy, and then give him a slap in the face!
Mo Yan stretched out her small hand, caressing Leng Beichen's flawless face