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

Mo Yan nervously protected her lower abdomen, "You are crazy, you can't do anything in the first three months of pregnancy."

Leng Beichen had done a good job before. He didn't make any excessive demands on her, and he always protected her with all his heart.

Leng Beichen didn't respond, Jun's face was tense.

The thin lips that were cut like a knife were tightly pressed into a cold straight line, as if the mountain rain was about to come.

"Oh!"

He kicked to the door of the lounge, walked in with Mo Yan in his arms, and then kicked again.

The door was kicked shut heavily.

Mo Yan's shoulders twitched in shock from the loud noise, and a blush appeared on his angry little face.
"Leng Beichen, you are angry because I exposed you as two-footed, right?
Since this is the case, let's open the skylight and speak plainly, if you can't be single-minded, then..."

"That's it?" Leng Beichen finally responded.

He stared at Mo Yan coldly, "Want to run away again? Want to take my baby?"

again?
Mo Yan opened her mouth, forcefully suppressing the urge to fight.

She didn't want to intervene in the grievances between him and the real Mo Yan. Anyway, I will defend her baby to the death.

"Don't worry, whether we are separated or combined, the baby will be born safely."

"You really only want the small ones, not the big ones." Leng Beichen's deep black eyes were covered with a terrifying shadow.

Mo Yan, "..."

She gritted her teeth, and with a strained voice, she bravely met his cold black eyes and confronted him,

"I just want a loyal husband, and I can't even cheat mentally."

She expected that at this stage, Leng Beichen and Gong Murui should only have a crush on each other, and there was no actual cheating.

As long as he wants to, it can be completely redeemed.

I am afraid that he is greedy, he wants both fish and bear's paw.

Leng Beichen put Mo Yan in the middle of the bed, and his tall and slender body enveloped him.

"Calm down, don't crush the baby." Mo Yan reminded sharply.

At this moment, all the cells in her body were filled with resistance.

Leng Beichen rolled over to the side, leaned against the bed, put one hand on the other side of Mo Yan's little head, and pulled her into his arms.

"I have nothing to do with Gong Murui."

Mo Yan was surprised, his tone seemed to soften slightly.

"Aren't you angry anymore?"

"angry."

Because of the baby, Leng Beichen forcibly suppressed the roiling anger in his heart, "You said just now that you don't like me."

Mo Yan, "..." Did she say it?
She recalled it for a long time before she remembered the hypothetical question he asked.

"Didn't you say what if? I'm not that girl who doesn't care about you..." People.

Before she finished speaking, she understood why he was angry just now.

The one who didn't like him was the real Mrs. Leng, Mo Yan. She betrayed him and didn't care about him getting too close to other women.

It is a great shame for a man who is born with arrogance and dignity that his wife doesn't like him.

Mo Yan stretched out her hand to hold Leng Beichen's handsome face, her black and white beautiful eyes flashed with affection for him.

At this time, she didn't want to get angry with him, she just wanted to make him happy.

"Chen, are you nearsighted?"

Leng Beichen, "???" asked about vision at this time?

"Not myopic."

"Then why can't you see that I like you?"

"..."

The shadow in Leng Beichen's eyes faded away, and a smile appeared on her thin and beautiful lips,

"I don't mind if you express your love for me more directly."

Mo Yan's pink lips moved forward, and lightly pecked at the corner of Leng Beichen's lips,
"I like you, that's why I'm nervous about whether you are dedicated to me. You and Gong Murui should stop contacting each other, okay?"

Once comforted by Mo Yan's tenderness, Leng Beichen's gloom completely dissipated.

He rubbed Mo Yan's tender lips repeatedly with callused fingertips, and a complexion appeared in his eyes.

He is not that magnanimous, and he has to be careful with her.

All the disdain that Mo Yan had towards him before amnesia, he wanted to take it back twice as much from the current Mo Yan.

Leng Beichen suddenly lowered her head and buried her head on her snow-white swan neck.

"That depends on your sincerity."

His hoarse and sexy voice drilled into her cochlea, full of bewitching.

Mo Yan understood what he meant, but theoretical knowledge told her that she should be restrained in sexual intercourse.

"Let's exercise restraint, the first three months of pregnancy are very important."

"But I haven't done anything with you for a long time."

Leng Beichen held her earlobe and gnawed it lightly.

A masculine breath diffused from her ears.

"I just did it a few days ago, how long does it take?"

Mo Yan's ears were itchy from his scorching breath, and he couldn't help shrinking his neck.

Leng Beichen was so weak that night that she sucked out the poisonous blood with a suction disk.

The next day, when he was still very weak and the wound was very painful, he still couldn't help asking for her.

But at that time, even Mo Yan herself didn't know she was pregnant.

That day was just over a week away from now.

"Not long enough? Days feel like years."

Leng Beichen's slender fingers were like a nimble pianist, patiently playing with every nerve of hers.

Every cell of Mo Yan seemed to be drilled into countless ants, and the tightly closed lips and teeth couldn't help but let out a soft whisper.

But thinking of the baby, Mo Yan's will awakened.

Compared with babies, what the hell are men!

Mo Yan constantly strengthened her will and never softened her heart.

She suppressed the eagerness to move in her heart, and ruthlessly pushed the man's hand away,

"Then why don't I inquire about how people handle the relationship between husband and wife.

For the time being, you should carry forward the great paternal love, get rid of all distracting thoughts, follow me, and take a deep breath—"

As soon as the words were finished, a silver needle flashed on Mo Yan's fingertips, and it quickly plunged into Leng Beichen's acupuncture points.

This was the first time she had successfully stabbed Leng Beichen.

If he hadn't been distracted, with his powerful and terrifying skills, she wouldn't have succeeded.

Leng Beichen was instantly vented by the silver needle, feeling extremely wronged,
"Mo Yan, there are many ways, are you so cruel to me?"

"Yes...is there?" Mo Yan's face blushed profusely, "It's not taught in the book."

"I'll be your textbook." Leng Beichen was obviously not satisfied, and was very unwilling.

The two were chattering, and the phone rang.

"Miss He is calling." Mo Yan answered the phone.

A voice mixed with rapid breathing came from the other end of the phone.

"Mo Yan, save me... Imperial Hotel, Room 802, save me..."

"Miss He, what happened? Hello?"

Mo Yan heard a faint "thumping" sound from the other end of the phone, it sounded like someone was knocking on the door.

"I'm dying, save me..."

The voice became weaker and weaker, and the breathing became more and more rapid.

Mo Yan wanted to ask again, but hung up the phone.

She called again, but said the phone was turned off.

"It's broken, Ms. He must have run out of battery." Mo Yan grabbed Leng Beichen's hand nervously,
"Hurry up, let's go rescue Miss He. She seems to be injured, how could she be hunted down?"

Leng Beichen flicked her forehead with his well-defined long fingers,
"Stupid, she is an agent-level character, better than you.

It should be that she accidentally ate something unclean, and there was a knock on the door, indicating that she hid in the bathroom and was temporarily safe. "

"Why?" The more anxious Mo Yan became, the more blank his mind became.

"If the pervert hit the door of the room, the security guards in the hotel will definitely find out the situation soon.

Therefore, only if the door of the bathroom in the room hits, the hotel cannot monitor it, and the pervert will be unscrupulous. "

As Leng Beichen spoke, he dialed out the phone.

Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Leng Beichen stepped in and asked the security guards to stop the pervert, the crisis should be resolved quickly.

"Young Master Su, I'll give you a big gift..." Leng Beichen's mouth curled up evilly.

"What? Shouldn't you call the hotel? How do you call Su Haoran?" Mo Yan wanted to beat him up.

"The hero's chance to save the beauty has come." Leng Beichen was still too calm.

Mo Yan, "..."

He Qiushan was in danger and could not wait any longer.

At this moment, who cares about who is the hero?

Mo Yan snatched his mobile phone, anxious,
"Master Su, Miss He is surrounded by perverts, Imperial Hotel, Room 802, quickly..."