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

Mo Yan's heart tightened,
"Gong Zheyan, you are really lecherous."

As soon as the words fell, the silver needle on her fingertips stabbed firmly and firmly into the key point on the back of Gong Zheyan's neck.

Gong Zheyan was caught off guard, and the back of his neck felt like he was bitten by a mosquito, and it hurt a little.

He touched the back of his neck, and his face suddenly changed.

"Didn't I take your silver needle off? Why are there still?"

Mo Yan was very proud,

"Young Master Gong, you taught me that soldiers never tire of cheating.

The first silver needle was just a false move, just in case, I also hid the second silver needle, hehe~~"

"Believe it or not, I made you unable to get out of bed?"

Gong Zheyan was teased by Mo Yan again and again, so angry that he wanted to strangle her to death.

"I believe!"

Mo Yanqingli's small face slowly unfolded a treacherous smile,

"I believe you won't be able to get out of bed today, so just sleep well."

As she spoke, her little hand touched Gong Zheyan's eyes.

After a while, Gong Zheyan lay on Mo Yan's body, breathing evenly.

Mo Yan let out a foul breath.

Fortunately, she saved her hand and finally escaped from danger.

Gong Zheyan was a big man pressing her down. For her who only weighed over 90 catties, it was not easy to completely push him away.

She was struggling to move him away,
With a loud bang, the door was kicked open.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of sonorous footsteps came.

Mo Yan, who was still being suppressed by Gong Zheyan, looked sideways in surprise, and a familiar handsome face appeared in his sight.

It was Leng Beichen.

She was overjoyed, and was about to ask him to help move Gong Zheyan away, but Leng Beichen yelled angrily in the head.

"Mo Yan! You actually came here to make peace with Gong Zheyan!"

Leng Beichen's jaw line was tense, and there was an angry fire in his eyes.

I saw it with my own eyes, Mo Yan was under Gong Zheyan's body!
Mo Yan opened her small mouth, and swallowed the words of explanation abruptly, and it became,
"It's agreed to love freely and not interfere with each other. Boss Leng is a little lenient."

"Freedom?" Leng Beichen's fingers suddenly clenched into fists.

The handsome face that was cut like a knife was tense, making it look even sharper and colder.

The dark atmosphere was brewing crazily in the room, and it could kill people invisible.

Mo Yan wanted to push Gong Zheyan away, but she didn't notice that Leng Beichen was on the verge of losing his mind.

But the sleeping person is much heavier than the awake person, Mo Yan pushed Gong Zheyan very hard.

Seeing Leng Beichen standing still, Mo Yan blamed him,
"Mr. Leng, can't you do me a favor?
Didn't you see that I was so oppressed by him that I couldn't breathe? "

Her ambiguous words were like the last straw that crushed Leng Beichen's reason.

Suddenly, Mo Yan lightened up.

Leng Beichen easily threw Gong Zheyan onto the sofa.

Gong Zheyan was stuck in the sleeping hole by Mo Yan, and he slept like a dead pig.

He didn't know that he was thrown by Leng Beichen in a perfect arc in the air just now, and he almost fell to his death.

Mo Yan finally escaped and hurriedly climbed out of bed.

Seeing that Leng Beichen was still standing still, she was habitually rude to him,

"Mr. Leng, this is someone else's room, why are you sticking around like a log?
Too bad, I haven't met President Gong yet, he won't be angry, will he? "

A hint of self-mockery and bitterness appeared on Leng Beichen's lips,

"Oh! I'm so stupid to believe a woman's words.

He said that he wanted to prove his strength, but in the end, he ran out to meet his lover in the name of work. "

When Mo Yan heard that Leng Beichen was still clinging to nonsense, she immediately blew up,
"Leng Beichen, are you too suspicious?

If you really think I'm using public property for private use, you can punish me. "

Leng Beichen, who was full of grievances, was topped by Mo Yan, and his anger suddenly rose to the level of [-], burning blazingly.

"Throw him out."

Two bodyguards came in from the door and carried the sleeping Gong Zheyan away.

Leng Beichen raised his long legs and kicked the door.

With a bang, the door slammed shut.

Mo Yan was a little slow this time, and he still didn't realize that the danger was in front of him.

She walked out angrily, still muttering,

"Leng Beichen, don't be petty.

Even if I really use it for private use, it may not necessarily delay the new project, I will try my best to talk to Mr. Gong."

Before he finished speaking, a burst of unbearable pain came from his arm.

Leng Beichen grabbed Mo Yan vigorously.

The man tightened his eagle-claw-like five fingers, and Mo Yan's eye circles were red with pain.

An instinct to cry welled up in my heart.

"Let go, the bones are going to break." She shouted at the top of her lungs.

But in exchange, there was a "tear".

The clothes were torn by the man's five fingers.

Leng Beichen's angry eyes exposed her shiny white and creamy skin.

Only then did Mo Yan realize that Leng Beichen was crazy.

She covered herself in a panic and backed away again and again,

"Leng Beichen, what happened to you? Suddenly bewitched?"

Leng Beichen's tall and stern body approached step by step, with a terrifying bloodthirsty aura lingering all over his body.

"Mo Yan, do you think I will let a woman cuckold me?"

"." Mo Yan finally understood.

What kind of bullshit verbal agreement on freedom of love?He didn't really take it at all.

He showed such extreme anger at a joke she said casually, just because he felt that his dignity was trampled on by her.

Mo Yan raised her frost-covered star eyes, opened her lips coldly,

"Leng is always planning to kill me, the woman who gave you the cuckold right now?"

Leng Beichen had bulging veins on his forehead.

A cold light seeped out of the bottomless black eyes.

He gritted his teeth and said harshly, "Killing you is like crushing an ant."

"Heh!" Mo Yan laughed miserably.

She is indeed just an ant who doesn't know where she came from and where she is going.

Since her hands were covered with blood, why did she have to drag out an ignoble existence?
In an instant, decadent and negative thoughts climbed into her mind again.

She really wanted to get it done.

What kind of mental illness, what kind of undercover agent, what kind of killer, she didn't want to face them all.

She wiped away the tears she couldn't hold back from her eyes,

"Don't get your hands dirty, give me the knife, and I'll kill myself."

"Knife?"

Leng Beichen had an extra dagger in his hand.

He pulled out the blade, and the gleaming white blade released a frightening cold light.

Leng Beichen shook the sharp blade, and Mo Yan felt a glaring sensation.

Suddenly there was a shock.

How could she give up on herself?

She managed to escape from Qin Guiyue's sulfuric acid.

Shouldn't we cherish life even more after a narrow escape?

"Leng Beichen, I just said that casually, did you really give me the dagger?"

Mo Yan swallowed nervously, "You don't naively think that I will really commit suicide, do you?"

Leng Beichen's eyes were scarlet.

He threw the dagger suddenly, and the point of the knife was aimed at his own heart.

"It's as uncomfortable as being stabbed by a sharp knife here. You might as well stab it with a real dagger to have a good time."

"What?"

Mo Yan never expected that Leng Beichen would stab himself with the dagger.

"You put down the dagger quickly, the sword has no eyes, don't accidentally injure it."

Suddenly, Leng Beichen grabbed her little hand and put it on the handle of the dagger.

The point of the knife was still aimed at his heart.

"Come on, you stab me, let my heart die completely."

"I, I, I don't want to stab you."

Mo Yan seemed to hold a hot potato, and hurriedly let go of the dagger.

But her hand was held tightly by Leng Beichen and forced to hold it on the handle of the dagger.

"Zha!" Leng Beichen shouted angrily.

Mo Yan trembled in fright, this man is too frightening.

What the hell is he crazy about?

Confronting him head-on will only make the incident worse.

Then try coaxing?

"Mr. Leng, when you're not fierce, you're still quite cute."

—but he is fierce most of the time.

"Mr. Leng, you are handsome and rich, it's a pity to die like this."

——It's a pity, her baby can't live without a father.

"Mr. Leng, you have seniors at the top and young at the bottom. You can't be willful."

——Forget about his willfulness, how could he implicate her?

If something happened to him, wouldn't she have to go through the prison?

Leng Beichen couldn't bear it anymore, "Let's get to the point."

He has done this, but the woman is still chattering, not saying a word of truth.

"The point? The point is"

Mo Yan was in a dilemma, what is the point?

He didn't say it explicitly, how could she guess it?
Leng Beichen could see it. It wasn't that she didn't want to say it, but she didn't know why he was so angry.

He was really so angry that the top of his head was smoking.

"Mo Yan, you don't know the point until now, right? Then you have to stab me quickly."

As he spoke, his big palm took Mo Yan's hand to hold the handle of the dagger, and sent it forward.

The point of the knife tore through his expensive suit.

"Ah~~" Mo Yan shouted in fright,
"Don't get stuck, I said the key point, I must know the key point.

Don't worry, I'll tell you right away."

Nima, what is the point?