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

Leng Beichen's big palm gently patted Leng Siyan's back,
"Mom, Siyan, I will definitely give you justice."

All eyes were on Leng Beichen and Mo Yan.

They all speculated how the rumored cruel and handsome CEO would deal with his ex-wife.

Mo Xiaodie couldn't control her complacency.

She saw Mo Yan's slap in the face just now, and in desperation she used Leng Siyan as a backing.

Unexpectedly, killing two birds with one stone, Leng Beichen just arrived, which not only saved her from being beaten, but also made Mo Yan suffer.

She laughed inwardly,

"Mo Yan, I heard that Leng Beichen's slap was very hard. This time, at least you will be beaten into a pig's head, right?"

"It's better to let a man step on the soles of your feet and rub hard."

Mo Xiaodie stepped back a few steps, afraid that Leng Beichen would hit Mo Yan too much later and hurt her.

Leng Beichen walked in front of Mo Yan with a cold expression, and the aura of a storm circling around him.

"Mo Yan, I'll give you a chance to defend yourself."

Mo Yan glanced down to see his fists clenched, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged one by one.

It seems that it is imperative for him to stand up for his mother and sister this time.

Mo Yan's long eyelashes trembled slightly. She has been afraid of pain since she was a child, and she is not very courageous. She knows how to be afraid.

But he has always been domineering and unreasonable, what's more, although she did it unintentionally, she did slap Leng Siyan three times.

"No need, just hit if you want."

She closed her eyes, raised her face slightly and waited for his fist to fall.

She is not a heroine, and her legs are trembling uncontrollably in the face of the coming violence.

"Mo Yan, remember, my mother and Siyan are my bottom line, understand?"

Leng Beichen's bloodthirsty and dangerous voice came from above her head.

Mo Yan forced her courage, snorted coldly,
"If you want to fight, just fight, stop talking nonsense."

"Okay, that's what you said."

Leng Beichen raised his powerful arms high.

The fierce slap came whistling.

Mo Yan was so nervous that her whole body tensed up, trying not to let herself dodge.

She doesn't want to be a coward.

"Crack!" A crisp sound.

This sound was very loud, much heavier than the slap Mo Yan slapped.

Mo Yan was startled by the loud noise and trembled all over.

Then, she touched her face strangely.

Does it hurt?

Didn't his slap land on her face?

Mo Yan quickly opened her eyes, wanting to see who is the target of his violent beating?
"Ah!" several screams.

Du Xialan and Leng Siyan held Leng Beichen's hand that was once again thrown at their faces with great distress.

"Chen'er, Mom won't force you anymore, don't torture yourself." Du Xialan burst into tears.

Leng Siyan cried even more with pear blossoms in tears,

"Brother Beichen, is she really worthy of you treating her like this?"

Mo Yan's pupils constricted for a while, her heart ached so much that she was suffocating.

A clearly visible big palm imprint was deeply imprinted on Leng Beichen's fair and handsome face.

There was a streak of redness hanging from the corner of his mouth, and the blood was still dripping down.

She didn't understand, why did he slap himself?

Wasn't she the one he was going to hit?

"Leng Beichen, I will remember. From now on, let's let each other go."

Mo Yan walked out of the shopping mall with one deep kick and one shallow kick.

Since he was not unfeeling to her, she seemed to have no reason to take revenge.

Without a target for revenge, she didn't know what to do next?
Ah!The sky and the earth are big, and there is no place for her, Mo Yan.

That's right, she was originally a dark prisoner.

Mo Yan returned to the special department,

"Is my psychiatric report out?"

The office staff checked it out for her.
"Your report has been taken away by Mr. Leng."

"Can you tell me the result?"

Mo Yan didn't want to meet Leng Beichen again.

She thought about asking the diagnosis result directly, so as not to have to see him.

The clerk recalled,
"It seems to say that there is a tendency to be mentally abnormal, and psychological guidance is needed in time, and drug treatment is not needed for the time being."

Mo Yan roughly understood.

She is actually a potential psychopath on the road to psychosis.

"Can it be cured?"

"It's hard to say. Generally, mental illness is difficult to cure. Even with drug treatment, the main purpose is to alleviate the condition."

Mo Yan's little heart sank to the bottom.

She found Interpol,
"Tell me the details of the ISIR organization, I want to take the initiative to find them."

The Interpol voted against it.

"Miss Mo, don't say that we know very little about the ISIR organization. Even if we know, we can't tell you."

"The reason for letting you be an undercover agent is just to get the information as soon as they come looking for you, not to let you catch them."

"You are the only female killer in the ISIR organization who has no force value."

"You rely on your medical skills to kill people invisible. When it comes to fighting and assassinating, you are no match for them at all."

"You immediately give up the idea of ​​actively looking for them. This kind of thinking is too dangerous, and you are simply asking for your own death."

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Those Interpol officers can be described as earnest, but Mo Yan couldn't listen to a word.

She walked out of the special department with nothing to love.

If they don't say it, then she will do it herself.

Anyway, she wanted to die vigorously.

Better than spending the rest of my life insane in a mental hospital.

Mo Yan's mind was in a mess, one thought for a while, and another impulse for a while.

She just wandered aimlessly in the streets.

"Wow~"

Mo Yan was startled by a loud baby cry.

It's a baby crying in someone else's stroller.

The woman pushing the cart picked up the baby and coaxed her softly,

"Don't cry, don't cry, have you pulled the rake again? I will change the baby's diaper immediately, so that you can be comfortable."

Mo Yan burst into tears, and her longing for the two little babies grew wildly.

She never thought about being a mother, and she never changed their diapers or fed them once.

She was only 20 years old, and she once thought that she was just a half-grown child.

How did he become a murderer?
There was bitterness and sarcasm on the corner of Mo Yan's mouth.

She is a person with blood on her hands and a future psychopath.

How can I have the right to see the little ones?
What's more, she may become the next target of ISIR.

They cannot be exposed.

Mo Yan sat on a small bench by the street, clicked on the live broadcast room of the little ones, and watched their live broadcast replay reluctantly.

Looking at it, she smiled through tears,

"They are so cute, are they really born by me?"

"I can't believe it. It seems that I have to thank Leng Beichen."

Thinking of that man, Mo Yan's heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle.

It hurts!

It must be because she couldn't let go of that fictional personality that it reflected on him, right?

Suddenly, Mo Yan frowned.

The shadows of the two men were projected on the bench, drawn long by the setting sun.

She could tell that the two men were behind her, approaching her step by step.

Could it be that people from the ISIR organization came to find her?

Mo Yan's nerves tensed up, and his brain started to work quickly.

Should she turn around now and see who they really were, or should she just sit around and pretend she didn't know, and let them catch them?

After several inner struggles, Mo Yan overcame her fear and chose the latter.

If you don't enter a tiger's den, you can't get a tiger's son.

She is going to be captured by them, and then she will have a face-to-face dialogue with the people of the ISIR organization to find out their details.

"Hmm~"

Sure enough, two men suddenly covered her mouth from behind.

Inhale a special aroma in the nasal cavity.

Mo Yan struggled a few times and passed out completely.