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

Mo Yan leaned over and pulled out the silver needle from Leng Siyan's knee joint, put it in front of her eyes for a closer look, her lips curled up coldly,

"Miss Leng, you can't stab yourself so hard, the tip of the needle is only 0.2 mm into the flesh, so you won't cry like a slaughtered pig?"

Leng Siyan was seen through by Mo Yan, and threw herself into Du Xialan's arms, tears streaming down her face.

"Mom, she spouted blood, how could I pierce myself?

She stabbed me, wronged me, and called me a pig. I'm so sad. "

Du Xialan loves Leng Siyan very much,
"Siyan doesn't cry, mom is not blind.

I've seen too many women's mothers with full stomachs, so come and beat them one by one. "

Mo Yan's nasal cavity was sour, and the bottom of his eyes was full of water.

She also really wants to have her mother love her, have her mother trust her unconditionally, and protect her.

"Mrs. Leng, believe it or not, I won't admit what I haven't done."

Seeing Du Xialan calling Leng Beichen, Mo Yan sighed.

Originally, he didn't expect to have any results with Leng Beichen.

Now that there is a parent, there is no suspense that she and Leng Beichen will die without a problem.

"Mrs. Leng, men are fickle, the more you stop him, the more rebellious he will be, and the more he will pester me.

Otherwise, if you wait patiently, as long as you don't stop him, he will soon have no feelings for me.

At that time, we will naturally separate. "

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Mo Yan's words of comforting her out of good intentions were particularly harsh to Du Xialan's ears.

"Hmph! Mo Yan, what do you mean, my son is pestering you, and you don't even bother to be with him?"

Mo Yan's eyebrows raised slightly, isn't that the case?
If he doesn't pester her, can she lose her virginity?
She understands the self-esteem of being a mother, and she is very proud of having a handsome son with a high IQ.

Just like her, she suddenly had two little genius babies, and she woke up laughing while sleeping.

Therefore, she didn't want to speak harshly to a mother who loved her son like her own life.

"Your silence is the default."

But Du Xialan couldn't understand Mo Yan's kindness, her face turned blue with anger,

"You mean that my son is self-sufficient, and you don't like him at all?

Or are you just playing with his feelings from beginning to end? "

Mo Yan was left speechless by the question.

If she answered "yes", people would call her a bad woman, right?
"Madam Leng, I still have something to do, let's go first."

She wanted to leave, but was held back by Du Xialan, "Speak clearly, otherwise you are not allowed to leave."

Many people watched and pointed at them, no matter how thick-skinned Mo Yan was, she felt embarrassed.

In order to quickly end this farce, Mo Yan, who was in a hurry to get away, gritted her teeth,

"Yes, I don't like him, and he doesn't like me."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a chill on her back, and the cold air was approaching around her.

When Leng Beichen arrived, he just heard Mo Yan say "I don't like him".

His jaw line tightened, showing his anger,

"Mo Yan, duplicity depends on the occasion."

Mo Yan, "." He is really confident, which eye can see that she is duplicity?

Before the slander was over, her small body lightened, and her whole body was carried on Leng Beichen's shoulders.

"What are you doing? There are so many people watching." Mo Yan frowned.

His shoulder bones hit her stomach, and the pain made her want to strangle him.

She was held upside down to resist, with her head down, and she was kicked violently by her calf.

The blood kept rushing to her forehead, causing her little face to flush red.

"Leng Beichen, let me go down quickly, I hate it! If you do it again, be careful and I'll take care of you later."

When Du Xialan heard that Mo Yan was still able to "clean up" her son, she immediately became even more angry, and almost didn't catch up.

Her son has been surrounded by stars since he was a child, noble and reserved, and she is not willing to touch him with a single finger.

Now he is being ridden on the head by a woman, with no status at all?

Leng Beichen saw that his mother was irritated by his good looks, so he handsomely gave Du Xialan an electric eye,
"Mom, sit down and calm down first.

Now I will carry forward the status of the head of the family and severely teach women. "

The bodyguards immediately brought chairs, helped Du Xialan sit down, brought her tea and water, and asked her to act like a queen dowager in front of Mo Yan.

Only then did Du Xialan regain his strength,
"Son, do you keep your word? Can you really let me see you regain your glory?"

"I can't, who can? Who in the world can be more manly than me?"

Surrounded by bodyguards, Leng Beichen walked into a lounge of the shopping mall carrying Mo Yan, who was struggling constantly, imposingly.

The bouncers chased the customers out of the lounge and closed the door graciously.

Mo Yan and Leng Beichen were the only ones left in the lounge, staring wide-eyed.

Mo Yan was a little flustered, he wouldn't really want to teach her a lesson, would he?
She knows him too well, his way of teaching is not serious every time, this is a shopping mall.

Leng Beichen finally put Mo Yan on the sofa.

Mo Yan, who had been hung upside down, finally had a chance to breathe a normal atmosphere.

Before he could breathe smoothly, the man's tall body bullied her, pressing her down like a boulder.

"Leng Beichen, get out!" Mo Yan scolded softly.

She wanted to use her aura to make him retreat.

"So angry?" Leng Beichen licked his face, "Is your aunt here to visit?"

Mo Yan turned her small face aside,
"You're so annoying, I almost vomited out the contents of my stomach just now, you know?

Your bones against my stomach hurt me to death. "

As soon as the words fell, she felt cold, and a corner of her clothes was lifted,
Leng Beichen covered her flat belly with warm big palms and rubbed gently,

"It hurts here?"

Mo Yan laughed angrily,
"It is rumored that Mr. Leng's IQ is comparable to that of Einstein, but he doesn't even know where his stomach is?"

"Well, I think it should be here." Leng Beichen's big palm wrapped around her softness.

Mo Yan's little face suddenly burned up, and her little face was so red that it could bleed, "You did it on purpose."

Leng Beichen's big palm moved around, and his soft and thin lips rolled over Mo Yan's,
"Be nice to my mom, huh?"

I don't know whether it's because of emotion or envy, Mo Yan's throat tightened, and a trace of moisture overflowed from the bottom of his eyes,
It can be seen that Leng Beichen is a filial son, so her baby will be very filial in the future.

It would be great if she could enjoy the love of the two little babies when she was old.

Seeing that Mo Yan was silent, Leng Beichen thought she was still angry,

"My mother is very kind. She broke her heart for me. You let her, huh?"

As he spoke, he sucked on Mo Yan's small jade ear, nibbling gently like a baby.

The masculine and hot breath entered her cochlea, and Mo Yan seemed to be bathed in the heart-beating sunshine.

She enjoyed his rare tenderness.

She understood that it was his first time asking for help, and his expression was awkward.

With a filial son, she can't get along.

Mo Yan reached out and rubbed Leng Beichen's face, which was also hot,
"From now on, I will let your mother not fight back when hit or scolded. Are you satisfied with this?"

Leng Beichen raised his handsome face, "You're not that pessimistic, don't you still have me to protect you?"

Mo Yan was in a trance for a while.

Why does Mao feel that their current conversation seems to be playing house, discussing the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?

She suddenly pushed Leng Beichen,

"Mr. Leng, are you bewitched? The more you say it, the more outrageous it becomes. Mrs. Leng and I will never have a chance to meet each other in the future."

Leng Beichen's eyes darkened,
"Mo Yan, your son is still in my mother's hands. How could we not meet?"

"." Mo Yan's long eyelashes trembled non-stop, and emotions surged in the bottom of her eyes.

The reason why she resisted not looking for the two little treasures was that she didn't want them to miss her, and she didn't want to leave a shadow on their young hearts.

"I believe Mrs. Leng will be very good to my baby and I am very grateful to her.

But it doesn't mean that there will be results between me and you.You get up! "

Leng Beichen, "." A woman can turn her face faster than a book.

For the peaceful coexistence of mother and woman, he endured it!
There was a commotion outside, "Why aren't you allowed in the lounge?"

"Who is occupying the public space in the mall? Shameless?"

Mo Yan hurriedly urged Leng Beichen,
"Let's go out quickly, Mrs. Leng is in a hurry."

Leng Beichen pursed his lips evilly, "I still have to regain my glory."

Mo Yan, "." As expected, he was still thinking about swearing male rights.

"How do you vibrate? Uh~~"

Leng Beichen sealed her lips forcefully and attacked the city.

His kiss is just like his character as always, it's so overbearing!

The tenderness just now was simply his disguise.

Mo Yan could not resist drowning in his strong and hot breath.
Finally, Mo Yan was "taught" to the point where she couldn't bear it anymore, so she had to promise repeatedly not to beat him to death, and promised to give his mother a chance to get to know her, so she was let go by someone.

Leng Beichen led Mo Yan out of the lounge.

Mo Yan's face was flushed by the onlookers, so she had to pretend to be a little birdie, and snuggled up to Leng Beichen's side.

"Mom, you and Siyan can take whatever you like today.

My woman said, in order to express her endless admiration for you, she treats you today, so you don't have to be polite to her. "

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Mo Yan swallowed her saliva, should the cowhide be blown so big?

The products in this shopping mall cost more than one billion at least.

But the well-informed Du Xialan didn't buy it.

Look at Mo Yan's shy look, she must have charmed her son again just now.

The so-called majesty of the son turned out to be just to coax the woman into submission?

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became, Du Xialan sullenly asked, "Do you really like my son?"

Mo Yan, "." Why did you come back to this question again?

How should she answer this?