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

"Mo Yan, Mo Yan..."

That night, Leng Beichen and Mo Yan rubbed each other's ears, but kept murmuring Mo Yan's name in his mouth.

Mo Yan kissed him, but tasted his own salty taste...

the next day.

Mo Yan stood in front of the wedding photo in Leng Beichen's bedroom, staring at the woman in the wedding photo without blinking her starry eyes.

It turned out that Mrs. Leng really looked exactly like her.

Even she herself couldn't tell the difference between the person in that photo and her.

Mo Yan turned her head, and her eyes fell on Leng Beichen who was still sleeping on the bed.

After fighting against the poison all night, the pain has been relieved, and his pale face has a slight trace of blood.

There was a bitterness on Mo Yan's lips, she now understood Leng Beichen's heart very clearly.

He couldn't let Mrs. Leng go. From the beginning to the end, he just regarded her as Mrs. Leng's substitute.

But she also understands very clearly that she loves him, loves him deeply, and can die for him.

So, starting today, is she really going to start her substitute career?
Mo Yan was in trouble, and Chen Yuhuan knocked on the door and entered.

That night, he didn't take off his clothes and dared not sleep.

Thinking about it is really scary.

Fortunately, Leng Beichen insisted on meeting Mo Yan's request and tried to get her to come to the manor in disguise.

Fortunately, Mo Yan's medical skills are superb, and his hands are rejuvenated.

Otherwise, Leng Beichen might not be able to survive last night.

"Young Mistress, the master's medicine has been boiled,"

He felt that Mo Yan and Leng Beichen had experienced life and death, and their relationship was very good, so he decided to simply restore the honorific title to Mo Yan.

A maid walked into the bedroom with a bowl of medicine, glanced at Leng Beichen on the bed, and praised Mo Yan full of praise.
"Young mistress, you are too powerful. The young master's complexion is obviously much better today. Do you want to wake up the young master to take the medicine now?"

Mo Yan, "..."

This time she heard clearly, both Chen Yuhuan and the maid called her "young mistress".

In other words, if she wanted to stay by Leng Beichen's side, she could only be Mrs. Leng's substitute?
"I'll feed him." Mo Yan took the medicine and came to Leng Beichen's side.

She leaned down and gently touched Leng Beichen's handsome face, "Chen, it's time to drink the medicine."

"Chen, shall we take the medicine first and then continue to sleep?"

"Mr. Leng? Leng Beichen?"

Mo Yan yelled several times in succession, but Leng Beichen just frowned lightly and continued to sleep.

Seeing that Mo Yan couldn't wake up Leng Beichen, Chen Yuhuan offered to help, "Master, Mo Yan said he was leaving."

Suddenly, Leng Beichen opened his misty deep black eyes, and his long and straight eyelashes trembled violently, "Is she leaving again?"

Mo Yan, "..." The word Mo Yan is so effective?
Leng Beichen raised his eyes, and saw Mo Yan was beside her, holding her small hand with his big palm,
"Mo Yan, don't leave."

"..." Mo Yan opened her small mouth, and swallowed the words abruptly.

She instinctively wanted to make a solemn statement——

I am a butterfly, not Mo Yan.

But, she held back, this time is not the time to care about personal status.

Mo Yan sat beside Leng Beichen,

"Chen, I'm not leaving. Mr. Chen wanted to wake you up. It's nonsense. Can I help you get up and drink your medicine now?"

"Drinking medicine?" Leng Beichen caught a glimpse of Chen Yuhuan's smirk, and he knew it.

He deliberately looked disgusted, "The medicine is smelly and bitter, and I have no appetite."

The whole room is filled with a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, which is indeed very smelly.

Chen Yuhuan is indeed the roundworm in Leng Beichen's stomach,
"Young master, your injury didn't heal so quickly. It must be very painful to sit up. Why don't you let young mistress feed you?"

"Okay." Leng Beichen, who sat up slightly, leaned back, "It hurts, I can't move."

Mo Yan thought about how difficult it would be to feed the medicine, she picked up the bowl and blew a few times, but found that there was no spoon.

"Mr. Chen, do you have a spoon?"

Chen Yuhuan shook his head, "No."

Mo Yan, "???" There is no spoon in such a big manor?

"Is there a straw?"

Chen Yuhuan almost laughed, "No. Young Mistress feed it with your mouth."

Mo Yan understood, Leng Beichen was playing with her together with them.

Her scallion-white jade fingers suddenly pinched Leng Beichen Yurun's ears, and with a roar of the east lion,
"Will you drink or not?"

Suddenly, Mo Yan withdrew his hand quickly, and looked at his fingers in disbelief.

God, she twisted Leng Beichen's ears?Still murder him?

The action just now was not her intention, it happened suddenly and inexplicably.

Can someone as cold and arrogant as Leng Beichen endure being pinched by a woman?Can you be willing to be called by her?

He must be angry, right?
"Okay, I'll drink it." Leng Beichen drank it all in one gulp.

Mo Yan, "..." Isn't he angry?
She looked at Chen Yuhuan, didn't he always protect Leng Beichen?
Leng Beichen was roared by her Hedong lion, and Chen Yuhuan's expression was not disturbed, as if he was used to it.

Leng Beichen stretched out his long arms and pulled Mo Yan into his arms.
"It hurts, it hurts again, use your new pain relief method."

"Master, what pain relief method?" Chen Yuhuan looked curious, he didn't see it last night.

Leng Beichen's handsome face tensed, "It's not suitable for children, why don't you get out?"

"Yes, let's go!"

After Chen Yuhuan and the others exited the room, Leng Beichen pinched Mo Yan's delicate jaw with his slender fingers,

"Mo Yan, come back and live."

"..."

Mo Yan was heartbroken.

He was unconscious last night and called her "Mo Yan" all night, but now he is fully awake and still calls her "Mo Yan"?
"You mean, I will change my name to Mo Yan from now on?"

"You were originally Mo Yan."

Leng Beichen leaned forward, the tip of his tall nose touched Mo Yan's small face, his thin lips opened slightly, and he held her delicate lips.

Like a docile kitten, Mo Yan huddled in his arms without moving, allowing him to attack the city.

The masculine aura with the smell of medicine continuously bewitched her thoughts.

She deeply felt that she liked him so much!

She understood that if it wasn't because she looked like Mrs. Leng, how could Leng Beichen be willing to kiss her?
Even if it's just being a stand-in, she's still making money!

Mo Yan hooked Leng Beichen's neck and responded enthusiastically.

Dense kisses fell on his handsome face, the tip of his nose, the pinnae of his ears, all the way down...

However, Mo Yan soon sobered up.

He was seriously injured, and she couldn't pull his wound and affect his recovery.

Her movements stopped abruptly, "Chen, sleep for a while."

Mo Yan's small hands softly covered Leng Beichen's eyes, "Close your eyes and sleep obediently."

Leng Beichen had just been ignited by her everywhere, and the obsession in his heart was surging happily.

As a result, the person who ignited the fire turned off the fire first?

"Baby, we still have important things to do last night."

"What's the matter?" Mo Yan frowned and thought for a while,
"You can change the dressing for the wound tomorrow. I use enough medicine at one time, so I don't need to change it so often, or it will drag the wound again."

Leng Beichen pursed his lips evilly, "The medicine can be changed tomorrow, but major events cannot wait until tomorrow."

He turned over and pulled Mo Yan under his body, a blush appeared on his pale cheeks,
"Mo Yan, I have been a monk for almost a month, you cruel woman!
If this continues, my injury will be worse than my heart. "

"..."

Mo Yan's face became hot for a while, and even Yurun's small ears were also feverish.

This man is almost dead from injuries, yet he still has such a carefree mood?

She poked and poked Leng Beichen's forehead with her green fingers, in a reprimanding tone,

"Leng Beichen, you just wandered around the ghost gate and finally returned to the human world. Why don't you take care of your wounds and think about such things? Why are you so brave?"

After poking, Mo Yan suddenly withdrew her hand, eyes full of astonishment.

She went crazy again out of nowhere?
How could she poke Leng Beichen with her finger and teach him a lesson?

Leng Beichen seemed to be enjoying himself, his handsome face buried in Mo Yan's neck,

"Mo Yan, you are finally back, I like your tigress even more.

Don't leave in the future, our previous grievances will be written off, okay? "

Mo Yan, "..." Could it be that Leng Beichen had a fever yesterday?

Didn't he treat her as a substitute, but as the real Mo Yan?

This is how to do?Should she speak clearly, or should she pretend to be confused?