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

Mo Yan calmed down, and naturally saw the reality clearly.

Leng Beichen let her go just now, telling her not to cry and beg him for help.

In that case, she had no hope.

She was about to find a plumber on 58 Tongcheng to fix it, when the sound of sonorous footsteps came.

Leng Beichen's tall and unruly figure appeared.

He pushed aside a few rich women who were watching, and headed into the kitchen.

"Woman, did you really blow up the kitchen?"

The rich ladies laughed out loud.

Leng Beichen deserved to be a well-known filial son, and he supported Du Xialan as soon as he came here.

Du Xialan was also relieved that her son was still caring.

Although Mo Yan didn't want to embarrass Leng Beichen, but he was completely on Du Xialan's side, and she still felt a little uncomfortable.

Forget it, she shouldn't be angry with the filial son.

"Mr. Leng, I'm about to ask the plumber to fix the water pipe first."

But in fact, she understands that plumbers need to make an appointment for door-to-door service, and distant water cannot save nearby fires.

"With me here, why hire a plumber? Is there anything that can bother me?"

Leng Beichen rolled up his sleeves, exposing his slender and beautiful forearms, and stepped into the water.

Unexpectedly, Leng Beichen was willing to put down her airs and help her, and Mo Yan felt a warm, sweet feeling in her heart.

She knew that Leng Beichen had never done this kind of dirty work even if he went to the mountains to practice martial arts since he was a child. Besides, he also had a serious obsession with cleanliness.

Several rich women looked at each other in blank dismay.

what's the situation?A filial son becomes a wife slave in seconds?
Looking at Du Xialan again, her complexion was also very bad, and she felt betrayed by her son.

While turning off the water valve, Leng Beichen seemed to be talking to Zai Moyan, but actually said it to Du Xialan,

"I'm helping you so that my mother won't have to worry about it. Understand?"

Mo Yan was also very cooperative, "Understood, then there will be Mr. Lao Leng."

"Bring the wrench."

"Bring the pliers."

"Not this one, I want a smaller one."

"."

In front of Du Xialan, he deliberately made Mo Yan go round and round.

Sure enough, Du Xialan felt much more at ease now, and had more face in front of the rich women,

"My son is naughty."

A few rich women are so envious,

"Yes, Young Master Leng really has nothing to say to you, and always puts you first.

Much better than the two sons in my family who married their wives and forgot their mothers. "

Seeing Du Xialan and the rich women walk away satisfied, Leng Beichen immediately turned into a wife slave,
"Hey, put it all down, you go sit there and rest."

Mo Yan, "."

But she didn't stay alone for long, Leng Beichen started to trouble again,
"My eyes are covered with water."

His handsome face came close to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan was embarrassed for a while, "But my hands are very dirty, and there are no clean towels here, so I can't help you wipe them."

Leng Beichen moved closer, "Then use your mouth."

Mo Yan, "." Fortunately, he could figure it out.

Leng Beichen lowered his body, his handsome face magnified infinitely in front of her,

"Hurry up, or my eyesight will be bad, and this tube will be difficult to fix."

Mo Yan had no choice but to kiss his eyes.

The next moment, his handsome face slightly lifted, and his thin lips touched Mo Yan's delicate lips.

"Give me some motivation, huh?" He murmured, prying Mo Yan's lips and teeth open.

The two kissed passionately without remembering it. In the kitchen, it was still the scene of the disaster.

In the end, it turned out that these two people just got bored with them, and a group of bodyguards cleaned up the kitchen properly.

Chefs from several five-star hotels were invited to cook a table of dishes.

Finally, "Dinner is ready~~"

Du Xialan and Leng Siyan hurriedly greeted Leng Beichen to take his seat.

And the two little guys hung on Mo Yan's lap, directing her to sit beside Leng Beichen.

They sat on the baby seat beside Mo Yan.

It was only then that Du Xialan noticed that her good grandson was so close to Mo Yan.

She didn't know that Mo Yan was the biological mother of the two precious grandchildren, and when she saw their crooked postures, she couldn't help but get angry.

The son was snatched away by her, and even the grandson liked her when he met her for the first time?
This woman came to rob her on purpose, right?

"Cough~cough~" Leng Beichen coughed lightly.

The two little babies immediately understood,
"Grandma, Mommy adores you. She secretly recorded your preferences and wrote a lot of points on the phone."

Mo Yan, "." Little guy, isn't this just made up?

She and Du Xialan only met two or three times in total, and they quarreled every time.

Even she herself can't believe this kind of nonsense, let alone Du Xialan who has lived most of her life?
Sure enough, Du Xialan was very upset, and directly pointed the finger at Mo Yan,

"As soon as you came, you brought my grandson into trouble and coaxed them to lie for you?"

Mo Yan was speechless, and just about to explain, the two little guys tapped on her mobile phone and handed it to Du Xialan.
"Grandma, look, Mommy has recorded it very carefully on Weibo, and even recorded the specific time when you chant Buddhist scriptures every day."

Mo Yan wondered, when did she do such a thing?

Looking closer, it really is.

The registration in the mobile phone is full of pictures and texts, and the time of the first upload was actually more than a month ago.

She squinted at Leng Beichen, it must be his masterpiece.

It seems that this man has spent a lot of thought for her to get along with Du Xialan peacefully.

Does he want to remarry?

Thinking of this, Mo Yan was restless.

All along, she has held the idea of ​​not talking about feelings as an umbrella.

But now it is obviously moving towards the abyss of emotion step by step.

Thinking of Leng Beichen's cruelty to her in the past, how he would unexpectedly blackmail her in the future, and her mental illness that may strike at any time,
Mo Yan suddenly felt that he could not taste the food.

Du Xialan's complexion is still not good.

In her opinion, Mo Yan is a scheming girl who actually started targeting her more than a month ago.

Isn't this premeditated?
"Who doesn't know superficial skills? Keep it in your heart, that's called intention." She wanted to expose Mo Yan's true face in public.

"." Mo Yan grinned awkwardly, and secretly glanced at Leng Beichen.

He has the ability to hack into her Weibo, but he can't enter those information into her brain.

Leng Beichen spread out his long arms as if nothing had happened, and put them on Mo Yan's shoulders.

Suddenly, Leng Beichen's voice sounded in Mo Yan's ear, "Follow me."

She looked at Leng Beichen in surprise, his mouth didn't move at all.

Could it be the legendary ventriloquist?Can you let only her hear the ventriloquist?

This is too arrogant.

Well, Leng Beichen has always been very powerful.

Since he has worked hard, she can't live up to his good intentions.

Mo Yan then followed Leng Beichen to continuously input the ventriloquist into her cochlea, and said a lot about Du Xialan's preferences and schedule.

Du Xialan's face changed drastically.

She didn't expect that Mo Yan could really describe her daily life in detail.

"Grandma, Mummy specially embroidered a cross-stitch of the Diamond Sutra for you, and it took a full month."

Mo Yan was dumbfounded, the two little guys bragging about not drafting.

Leaving aside the fact that the Diamond Sutra has a lot of characters, it takes at least several layouts to embroider it into cross-stitch, which cannot be completed in a month.

The point is, she has never embroidered cross-stitch and knows nothing about it.

Mo Yan glanced at Leng Beichen, telling a one-year-old baby to lie, it was outrageous.

Leng Beichen smiled charmingly and confidently,
"Mom, baby, I can't tell. It was Mo Yan who spent a month looking all over the world for cross-stitching of the Diamond Sutra, and finally found one that I thought you would like."

He clapped his palms, and the two bodyguards brought out a huge framed cross-stitch.

An Zhimu is not like a son, Leng Beichen really bet on Du Xialan's taste.

When Du Xialan saw the exquisitely embroidered Diamond Sutra, his tense face eased a lot.

"Eat."

She put some dishes that babies could eat for the two little guys, and some dishes that they liked for Leng Beichen and Leng Siyan.

Finally, she hesitated for a while, and put a piece of broccoli into Mo Yan's bowl.

Mo Yan was so flattered that she couldn't hold back the upward curve of her mouth, as if seeing the long-lost maternal love waving to her.

Leng Siyan took out the carefully prepared gift,
"Brother Beichen, I finally got this defensive grenade from World War II in Degal's hands. Do you like it?"

Leng Beichen scratched Leng Siyan with his slender fingers,

"I've been looking for this grenade for a while, of course I like it."

Mo Yan silently took a mouthful of vegetables and stuffed them into her mouth.

Chef's craft is very good, but she feels tasteless.

Leng Siyan really has nothing to say to Leng Beichen, a birthday gift is so thoughtful, is this true love?

The gifts prepared by the two little ones for Leng Beichen were also very creative, and even Du Xialan prepared a loving birthday present.

Finally, everyone's eyes fell on Mo Yan.

Only she did not send gifts.

Leng Siyan deliberately brought up couple rings,

"Mo Tezhu, since your couple ring is for other men, then you must have prepared a more noble and heartfelt gift for Brother Beichen, right?"

As soon as her voice fell, the happy scene instantly split.

Leng Beichen's complexion darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant, dark clouds filled the sky.
"Mo Yan, did you buy the couple ring for another man?"