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

Mo Yan was worried that one day she would go crazy again, and then she didn't remember the wedding photos taken that day?
If so, it means that she is terminally ill.

Taking wedding photos is such a big event, it can't be done with just a click of the shutter.

I heard that it is very cumbersome to shoot, and it takes a day or two to finish the shoot.

But she had no impression.

How could she be sick for so long?

The more Mo Yan thought about it, the more uneasy she became, and hurried to the door, trying to catch up with Leng Beichen and ask for clarification.

Otherwise, she might not be able to sleep today.

As a result, as soon as she opened the door, Leng Beichen's tall and handsome body stood at the door.

He didn't leave.

Leng Beichen's slender fingers touched the tall bridge of his nose to hide his embarrassment,

"It's raining outside……"

In fact, Du Xialan just arrived when he was about to leave.

She had heard that Mo Yan was ill and had been in a coma for a day and a night, so she hurried over in the rain to find out what happened.

As a result, as soon as she stepped into the manor, she immediately heard that her son and Mo Yan were having an argument and proposed a divorce.

Du Xialan made a decisive decision and threatened to die, not letting Leng Beichen go away.

She is someone who has experienced it, and knows that once there is a cold war, the relationship between each other will only become more indifferent.

If someone stepped in at this time, it would be easy to break them apart.

She must not let her son lose Mo Yan.

Because, only Mo Yan can restore her son's IQ.

Du Xialan treated Leng Beichen with reason and emotion, coaxed and lied to him, looking for life and death.

Chen Yuhuan and others also lobbied in various ways, trying their best to do Leng Beichen's ideological work.

Finally, Leng Beichen came to his senses and was willing to cooperate with them to take down Mo Yan.

"Come in." Mo Yan didn't talk nonsense, anyway, she still had something to ask him.

Leng Beichen's deep black eyes flashed a brilliance, "You don't want me, do you?"

Pooh!Will she miss him?

Mo Yan wanted to ask about the wedding photos, so she had to endure it.

"I want to ask, what is the wedding photo..." What's going on?

Before he finished the question, his small body froze.

Leng Beichen stretched out his long arms and hugged her into his arms.

His exquisite chin lightly knocked on her hair, his usual indifferent and calm voice was full of excitement,
"I knew you couldn't bear to part with me. You wanted to take wedding photos, so we'll take them tomorrow."

Leng Beichen hugged Mo Yan very tightly, as if he wanted to integrate her into his bones.

Suddenly being hugged, a long-lost feeling came to my heart, as if returning to the past.

Ever since he became stupid, he has always treated her with respect and never showed his domineering and powerful side.

For a moment, Mo Yan forgot to push him away.

But it doesn't mean that she will give up the divorce casually after being hugged by him.

In the past, she had enough reasons to lurk by his side in order to take revenge on him.

Now that she has given up revenge, what reason is there to compromise and watch him hook up with other women.

"Now it's popular to take wedding photos first, and then go through divorce procedures?" She ruined the atmosphere as soon as she opened her mouth.

Leng Beichen's blood churned a few times in his veins, thinking of Du Xialan's life and death outside the door, he endured it.

"Ma'am, I was wrong."

"So rare?" Mo Yan raised her eyebrows high.

Even if she knew she was wrong, it was impossible for her to change her mind.

The saying that the prodigal son turns his head back and does not change his money is a lie.

She made up her mind, but when she opened her mouth, it turned into, "Where did you go wrong?"

It sounded as if she was willing to negotiate and terminate the contract with him.

"A divorce should not be brought lightly."

"..."

Mo Yan is so angry, he still wants to step on two boats?
"You put it well, you dare to act, you are a man."

"..."

Leng Beichen was speechless.

He gave her a step down, but she was still aggressive and forced him to divorce?

"My mother said that I can't divorce you, so I take back what I said before."

Mo Yan's five fingers slowly curled up, really wanting to slap him.

"Tell your mother that even if you get divorced, I will still try my best to heal you."

Leng Beichen's black eyes were scarlet.

It was clear that she wanted to run away, and she wished she could divorce him as soon as possible.

"Tired, go to sleep."

He goes into the bathroom.

After Mo Yan took a few sips of the light bird's nest porridge brought by her servant, she occupied the big bed as usual.

In the past few days, Leng Beichen slept on the sofa, but he never complained.

The door of the bathroom opened, and Leng Beichen walked out of the bathroom with the fragrance of the bath.

The bath towel is loosely tied to the lean and fat-free waist, and the long legs are striding forward, which is infinitely imaginative.

This move was also a bad idea made by those people outside for him.

Said that if they can't reach an agreement, they will resort to beauty tricks.

They all said that once the young master stepped out, Mo Yan would definitely not be able to hold back.

Leng Beichen raised his arms and rubbed his wet hair.

The stretched muscles showed strong masculine strength, and the whole body exuded a strong hormonal atmosphere.

He followed the instructions of the group of people outside, after showing off his good figure, he glanced sideways.

My heart suddenly felt cold.

Mo Yan was really not interested in him, she was lying on her side with her back facing him, playing with her mobile phone.

Leng Beichen thought for a while, leaned over to the bed,
"Ma'am, my arm is hurt and I can't lift it up."

Mo Yan turned around, glanced indifferently at the man's sexy figure, her expression was calm,
"Come here, I'll treat you."

Leng Beichen is not stupid this time,
"But my hair is too wet. If I don't dry it in time, the moisture will enter my body and affect my health. You said it. But I can't even lift the hair dryer."

Mo Yan is not hypocritical, it's just a little effort, "Okay, I'll blow your hair for you."

The warm air from the hairdryer blows.

Mo Yan's soft fingertips brushed over his scalp, bringing countless strong currents, which scattered from his scalp and penetrated into all limbs.

Leng Beichen sat silently like a bell.

After drying her hair, Mo Yan's eyebrows were twisted into a ball,
"Why is your face so red? Have a fever?"

Leng Beichen's skin was always as white as a jade plate.

But at this moment, she was very pink, like a beautiful and shy Hong Jiao Niang.

"The hair dryer is too hot." Leng Beichen lay down on the big bed with a guilty conscience.

Just now, his scalp was rubbed by Mo Yan's light white jade fingers, and he already felt extremely strong.

But he didn't want to lose face in front of Mo Yan.

They said, let Mo Yan have feelings for him, not him for Mo Yan.

Whoever has the feeling, loses.

Mo Yan packed up the hair dryer, glanced sideways, and found that the man occupied the center of her big bed.

Ah!Dog man, so cunning.

Deliberately tricked her into drying her hair, so she wanted to grab the big bed from her?
She wouldn't be so stupid to give him the big bed,

"Leng Beichen, I can treat you on the sofa."

In the past, if she said that, Leng Beichen would definitely listen to her, and obediently ran to the sofa.

But today, Leng Beichen once again refreshed her prediction.

"I'm sleepy, I'll treat it tomorrow. I suspect that the shoulder and neck problems are caused by sleeping on the sofa for a long time, so I will sleep on the bed today."

Mo Yan, "..." So, he is determined to drive her to the sofa?
A sofa is a sofa.

Anyway, he did sleep on the sofa for several days, and it didn't matter if she slept all day.

Mo Yan shrank to the sofa after washing up.

Lights, the room is so quiet that you can hear a needle drop...

Leng Beichen had no choice but to send a message to Chen Yuhuan,

"She didn't take the bait, and went to sleep on the sofa by herself."

Poor Chen Yuhuan is a single dog, but he has to guide the stupid Leng Beichen.

【Master, why don't you try to force the overlord to bow? 】