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

Mo Yan recognized Gong Zheyan's voice.

At the beginning, Gong Zheyan didn't know that Mo Yan's real identity was the woman Leng Beichen was marrying, and thought she was just an ordinary woman.

Seeing that Gong Zheyan was about to step into the ward, Mo Yan quickly put on a mask for herself.

"Is this the famous miracle doctor?"

Gong Zheyan looked Mo Yan up and down, "It looks familiar, take off the mask and take a look."

Mo Yan suppressed her voice, not letting him hear her voice, "Who is this?"

"Gong Zheyan, Gong Murui's cousin." Gong Zheyan reported his family name.

He had just returned from abroad, and when he heard that Gong Murui had committed suicide, he rushed over immediately.

Far away, when I heard about "miracle doctor", I thought of the miraculous doctor who has become popular in the upper class recently.

Mo Yan deliberately put up the airs of a genius doctor, "We who practice medicine are used to wearing masks."

"Just now, you said that you covered all the intractable diseases of our Gong family?" Gong Zheyan was very blunt.

He doesn't believe in any miracle doctor in his bones, but everyone around him worships her like a god.

"One year." Mo Yan strictly corrected.

In fact, she planned to help the patients of their palace family to recuperate and treat them for a few months, and by then, she might already be in the ends of the earth.

"Really all diseases can be cured?" Gong Zheyan deliberately teased.

Mo Yan silently rolled her eyes, how would she answer this kind of question?

"Could it be that Young Master Gong has an intractable disease?"

"Aren't you a genius doctor? Can't you tell?" Gong Zheyan scolded her sharply.

"I'm a doctor, not a fortune-teller." Mo Yan also snapped back politely.

Gong Zheyan's handsome face opened a wicked smile,
"Yes, he can talk back, just like my woman."

The corner of Mo Yan's mouth twitched violently.

Who wants to be like his woman?

Isn't he promiscuous everywhere?There are countless women.

As the heir of the Gong family, Gong Zheyan expressed condolences to Gong Murui, but when he turned around, he found that Mo Yan had already slipped away.

"Sneaky, can you be a genius doctor? Sooner or later, you will show your true colors."

……

Taking advantage of Gong Zheyan's inattention, Mo Yan put oil on the soles of his feet and walked as the best plan.

Getting into the car, she took off her mask and breathed a sigh of relief,

"One thing more is worse than one thing less. I hope I won't run into him again in the future."

After all, he had lied to Gong Zheyan many times, and Mo Yan felt very guilty.

She started the car, and the car drove out of the hospital and onto the highway.

The sky suddenly thundered, and in the blink of an eye, large raindrops sifted down.

Leng Beichen, who left the hospital first, called.

After the hot kiss in the bridal shop, and Gong Murui's misunderstanding resolved, the relationship between Mo Yan and Leng Beichen eased a lot.

Leng Beichen, "Ma'am, let's have dinner together tonight."

Mo Yan, "Is the sun coming out from the west?"

Leng Beichen, "They say that a candlelight dinner can make you happy."

Mo Yan was dissatisfied, "They, they... let them have a candlelight dinner with me, what's the matter with you?"

Leng Beichen, "Ma'am, I am the one who wants to chase you, of course I am the one who wants to have candlelight dinner with you.

Go to the movies after eating, they say, if you watch horror movies, you will behave. "

Mo Yan, "It's raining, I'm not in the mood."

Leng Beichen, "They say that walking in the rain is more romantic..."

Mo Yan, "Can you take 'them' away?"

While chatting, Mo Yan exclaimed "Ah".

Suddenly a figure jumped into the middle of the road.

Mo Yan paled in shock, stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel.

In a panic, he stepped on the gas pedal like a brake, and the car suddenly rushed to the side of the road.

A loud "bang" sound.

The front of the car hit a road guardrail.

Mo Yan's forehead hit the steering wheel hard, making a long horn...

"Ma'am, ma'am, what happened to you?"

The phone fell into the car, Leng Beichen's voice came from the phone, but there was no response...

Leng Beichen located Mo Yan's location.

"Master, the traffic police have arrived at the accident site, which is on the road near the hospital."

Chen Yuhuan hurriedly stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed towards the accident site at a very high speed.

On the back seat, Leng Beichen's thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and his deep eyes were almost condensed.

After a while, the thin lips opened, "Why did the person disappear? Check the surveillance immediately."

"Yes, young master!" Chen Yuhuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

There was a car accident, but Mo Yan disappeared for no reason, neither alive nor dead.

When they arrived at the scene, the traffic police braved the rain to investigate the cause of the accident.

"Mr. Leng, the scene of the car accident is not particularly serious."

"The car's bumper and headlights are shattered, the windshield is still intact."

"Judging from the amount of blood left on the steering wheel, Mrs. Leng suffered flesh and blood injuries."

"Is she bleeding?" Leng Beichen's pupils tightened for a while.

Sure enough, there were some mottled bloodstains on the steering wheel.

He could imagine that Mo Yan bumped his head against the steering wheel, most likely because of his forehead injury.

Imagining the scarlet blood flowing from Mo Yan's forehead, and the red corners of her eyes from the pain,
Leng Beichen's heart ached, and his breathing became tight.

"How's the monitoring going?"

"Master, the monitoring is very weird. Young Mistress was driving very smoothly, but she suddenly slammed into the side of the car.

There was no warning, like being possessed by an evil spirit and committing suicide. Maybe it was the reason for the slippery road in rainy days. "

"To the point, where did she go?" Leng Beichen's expression was extremely stern.

He wants Mo Yan to appear now, immediately, immediately!

Chen Yuhuan wiped off his sweat,
"Don't worry, young master. The young lady was taken away by a car behind. Let's find the owner right away."

He handed over the surveillance video to Leng Beichen to watch.

Leng Beichen narrowed his Xuanhan black eyes,

"Is she taken away in a coma? There is something wrong with these two men."

"Is something wrong?" Chen Yuhuan leaned over and looked again, but found nothing unusual.

The two men got out of the car, walked outside Mo Yan's car and knocked on the window.

Probably because they found her unconscious, they opened the car door, dragged her out, and stuffed her into their car.

This doesn't seem like a big deal, does it?
"Master, what's wrong?"

Leng Beichen's brows became tighter and tighter,
"Under normal circumstances, if we encounter a car accident, shouldn't we call the police first?"

Chen Yuhuan patted his thigh, "That's right, these two people actually just moved the young lady into their car. Could it be kidnapping?"

"Check the license plate number now."

"Yes, young master." Chen Yuhuan was in a daze for a while.

How do you feel that the young master is not stupid at all now?

He is still as wise and decisive as before, and can quickly find clues from the smallest details.

Could it be that the young master has been playing dumb all this time?
His doubts just flashed, and the next moment, Leng Beichen was very dissatisfied,

"Kidnapping a tigress is better than kidnapping me. I'm a fool with a lot of money, and the tigress takes money very seriously. Those two kidnappers are so stupid."

Chen Yuhuan, "..." It seems that he is suspicious.

After waking up, the young master vegetable became innocent and cute, but it did not affect his real IQ and judgment.

"Master, if it's a kidnapping, they should call us to blackmail us. Shall we call the police?"

"Why don't we not report it? Isn't the traffic police all here? Let's check ours.

Turn over the monitoring road of the whole road to see, and it will be easy to find the license plate number of the kidnapper. "

Leng Beichen's handsome face was tense, and his mood was like this pouring rain, pattering down.

The rain washed away all traces of the ground, and now the only clue is the monitoring.

Mo Yan, is she okay...