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

Seeing that he was about to reveal his secrets, Mo Yan was quick to wit, and suddenly raised the cup in his hand.

The tea splashed Leng Siyan's face.

Leng Siyan's eyelids and the bridge of his nose were stained with tea leaves, and he was in a panic.

She petrifies.

Since she was a child, it was the first time that someone splashed tea on her face, and she was so angry.

"You... you bloody old woman, how dare you hit me?"

Leng Siyan no longer cared about the image of Miss Qianjin, and cursed loudly.

Taking advantage of her blurred eyes, Mo Yan quickly straightened her wig,

"Oh, I was not careful, I'll wipe it for you."

She raised her little hand again, and the silver needle dropped.

Leng Siyan fainted instantly.

Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly dialed Chen Yuhuan's phone number, "I'm here."

Finally, Mo Yan saw Leng Beichen on the hospital bed.

It was the first time seeing Leng Beichen so weak.

His handsome face had faded from all blood, his thin lips were dry and peeling, and a faint stubble grew on his delicate jaw.

At this moment, he is not like a powerful, arrogant and resolute boss, but more like a wounded handsome prince in a cartoon.

There was a soreness in Mo Yan's heart, and it quickly spread to the whole body, feeling extremely distressed.

"Chen, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Mo Yan's scallion-white jade fingers gently stroked Leng Beichen's stubble, regretting endlessly,
"I shouldn't think about it, I will trust you unconditionally in the future."

Leng Beichen pulled his thin lips lightly, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly,
"I'm dying, I need first aid."

"Okay, I'll give you the needle right away."

Mo Yan's heart flustered.

At this moment, there is only one thought in her mind, if he dies, she will become loveless.

She twisted the silver needle, but was stopped by Leng Beichen.

"No, the needle injection is too slow, you need to use a faster method to rescue me."

Mo Yan wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, the crystal clear teardrops kept swirling in the bottom of her eyes.

"Is there a first aid method faster than acupuncture? What method? Tell me quickly, and I will do it right away." Mo Yan choked up.

She knew in her heart that there was no better first aid.

The more and more water in the bottom of the eyes could not be contained, and the crystal clear teardrops rolled down like pearls.

Leng Beichen raised his slender fingers to wipe away the tears on Mo Yan's face,
"Tears are very precious, I don't want you to shed tears for me."

Mo Yan, "..." These are the most beautiful love words she has ever heard.

"Okay, I won't cry, you will get better, I want to laugh." Mo Yan wanted to burst into tears, but cried out.

"Honey, say you love me, that's the way to go."

Leng Beichen covered his heart, furrowed his brows tightly, and showed pain on his face, "Uh~~ My heart hurts, tell me quickly, say you love me."

"Chen, I love you."

Mo Yan couldn't help leaning forward, and pecked lightly on Leng Beichen's cool thin lips.

"It really works, it doesn't hurt so much anymore." Leng Beichen endured the pain and smiled softly.

The next moment, he frowned again in pain.

When he smiles, he touches the wound, and even laughing becomes a luxury.

"Let me take a look at the wound." Mo Yan quickly untied the gauze on Leng Beichen's body layer by layer.

The gunshot wound was shocking.

Mo Yan narrowed her starry eyes and took a closer look,

"It's not right, it doesn't look like an ordinary gunshot wound, and the color around the wound is also very strange."

Leng Beichen took a deep breath because the gauze was stripped and affected the wound.

"The guns used by the Gunslingers are specially made, the wounds are particularly large, and the bullets are very deep.

In addition, the medical conditions are not enough, so the healing will be slow. "

Mo Yan twisted the silver needle to test the blood oozing from the wound.

Watching the silver needle change color rapidly, Mo Yan gasped, feeling terrified,

"It's poison! Chen, there's poison in your gunshot wound."

"Poison? I underestimated their viciousness."

The veins on Leng Beichen's forehead bulged, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cold, hard arc.

"No wonder I can't make the wound heal even with internal strength."

Chen Yuhuan slapped her thigh, almost jumping up,
"I said, this time the young master had repeated fevers, repeated ulceration of the wounds, and was critically ill many times. The situation is very abnormal.

It turns out that those bastards even poisoned them, it's so ruthless.Young Mistress, is there a way? "

As soon as he was in a hurry, he called Mrs. Mo Yan.

All Mo Yan's thoughts were on Leng Beichen's injury, and she didn't notice Chen Yuhuan's slip of the tongue.

"You guys are really good, the gunshot wound is in the heart, and you dare to delay it for so long, the poison has invaded the internal organs along with the blood circulation.

If it wasn't for Chen's deep internal energy, he would have..." Mo Yan's eye circles turned red again.

Thinking of the eternal separation between heaven and man, the irreversible fear of life, Mo Yanhou was terrified,
"Promise me, if there is any illness or disaster in the future, you must come to me as soon as possible."

Enduring the pain, Leng Beichen raised the corners of his lips slightly, "I promise——your proposal."

Mo Yan, "..." She proposed?

She didn't answer Leng Beichen's words, suppressed all her emotions, and quickly entered the state of healing and saving lives.

"Mr. Chen, prepare all the surgical equipment immediately."

She paused, her expression condensed,
"Chen, I will open your wound next, and clean up the poisonous wound again."

"After I inject needles in your heart to clear the blocked vessels, you will use your internal force to push the toxin back to your heart, and I will use a suction cup to absorb the poisonous blood in time. Therefore, you can't use anesthesia, it will be very painful."

This kind of pain is like digging out the heart, and the pain will last for a while, no one can bear it at all.

Thinking that Leng Beichen would have to endure at least several hours of heart-digging pain that night, Mo Yan felt as if a hole had been dug in his heart, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

Leng Beichen has been enduring pain that no one can bear, but she doesn't know it, she is still thinking wildly, and blaming him wrongly.

Unprecedented remorse swept in like a tide, and Mo Yan really wanted to buy regret medicine.

"Chen, I'm sorry, I was wrong, and I regret it."

Leng Beichen's dismal thin lips slightly pursed, "Make it up to me."

"Okay, as long as I can make up for you, I'm willing to do anything." Mo Yan's small hand caressed Leng Beichen's smooth forehead.

At this time, she felt that she could trade her life with him.

"It's not difficult to make up for me, just say you love me every day."

"Okay, I love you for 1 years."

Chen Yuhuan asked people to prepare all the medical equipment. Seeing that these two people were still chattering about each other, he became anxious.

"Young Mistress, let's do it, we can't delay any longer."

"it is good."

Mo Yan asked everyone to back down, and cleaned up Leng Beichen's wounds overnight.

"I'm going to use a suction can now to suck blood."

She looked at Leng Beichen with unspeakable distress and admiration.

He was already drenched in cold sweat from the pain and confused, but he still clenched his teeth and kept silent. Even a tough guy with iron can't do this.

Mo Yan tightened her teeth, and suddenly turned the suction pot upside down to the wound in Leng Beichen's heart.

"Hmm." Leng Beichen suddenly felt so painful that his whole body stretched into a bow, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

The blood water was forced by the pressure inside the suction tank, sucked back into the suction tank, and flowed out along the tube.

But Leng Beichen trembled uncontrollably, and fell into a coma again.

Mo Yan choked up, "Chen, this pain will last for several hours..."

She really wanted to help him and share the burden for him, but what could she do?
Suddenly, he thought of the "first aid method" Leng Beichen teased just now.

As long as it can relieve his pain, she is willing to try any method.

"Chen, let's try a new pain relief method, shall we?"

Mo Yan leaned down, her warm and soft lips covered Leng Beichen's tightly pursed thin lips.

She pried open his clenched teeth, grabbed his hand clenched into a fist, and stuck it to her delicate, creamy skin.

The soft and boneless warm body sticks to his tense and stiff muscles like a stone, allowing the body temperature to transfer to him little by little...