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

Leng Beichen was silent for a long time, "I guarantee that there will be no women that night."

"Husbands and wives should be honest, I wonder who said it?" Mo Yan muttered in a low voice.

But once he said that there were no women, Mo Yan felt relieved.

"Since there are no women, what else is there to hide? If it's a business matter, you can say that it's inconvenient to disclose commercial secrets... eh~~"

Leng Beichen forcefully sealed her chattering little mouth, attacking her.

That night he received a message and went to his teacher's wife's house, but Mo Yan lost his memory, and he was afraid that once she broke the casserole and asked the bottom line, the previous grievances would be involved.

He hoped to take advantage of her amnesia to put away all the grievances about the master and the two little treasures, all the unbearable past events, and he didn't want her to turn back to the previous Mo Yan who didn't love him.

Mo Yan originally thought that she was going to be out, but unexpectedly, Leng Beichen not only did nothing bad, but was also very nervous about her and spoiled her.

Being hugged and kissed by him, she felt like eating iced watermelon with added sugar, sweet all the way to her heart.

She took the initiative to wrap around him, deepening the kiss...

Just when she couldn't help but go to unbutton the man's clothes, Leng Beichen's cell phone rang.

Chen Yuhuan searched for the man who resembled Leng Beichen all night, and finally got a clue.
"Master, we found that man. It turned out to be a bodyguard we hired before. Later, he offered to resign and has been away for several months. We didn't think of him for a while."

Mo Yan got into the quilt obediently, not hindering Leng Beichen from making a phone call.

Leng Beichen's eyes darkened, "I should have thought that someone who can imitate me, besides being similar in appearance, must also be familiar with my words and deeds. Capture him and torture the mastermind behind the scenes."

"Yes, master, we are going to his address."

Leng Beichen hung up the phone, and Mo Yan couldn't wait to ask, "You mean, there is another mastermind? Isn't it just a scam of money and sex?"

Then she figured it out for herself, "If you want to swindle money, you just need to blackmail the Gong family with photos, there is no need to post them on the Internet. In other words, whoever is the biggest beneficiary of this matter is most likely to be the mastermind behind the scenes."

"It's a pity that you don't want to be a detective." Leng Beichen pampered Mo Yan's little nose, "Tomorrow, people from the Gong family will definitely go to grandpa to cry and ask me to take responsibility."

"The mastermind behind the scenes is the Gong family themselves? They are too cruel to Gong Murui." Mo Yan was indignant.

"Not necessarily, the Gong family's ambition is not a day or two, but it is only now, and it is unreasonable to use such a clumsy method."

Leng Beichen leaned on the bed, habitually took out a cigar, and thought of Mo Yan asking him to quit smoking and drinking, so he stuffed it back.

Mo Yan got up, poured him a glass of water, and leaned against his side,

"The cost of being a detective today is so high that it keeps me up at night.

When the man is caught, the mastermind behind the scenes must be interrogated.

Who on earth is so courageous that he is not afraid to offend both the Leng family and the Gong family at the same time?Could it be that his strength is stronger than that of the two of you combined? "

Leng Beichen's big palm covered Mo Yan's lower abdomen, "The only person who has offended our Leng family but is safe and sound is..."

"Who?" Mo Yan was curious.

Leng Beichen suddenly lowered his head, and pecked a piece of her lips, hooking his lips evilly,

"Of course it's only you. If it's someone else, I'll be so angry every day, at least my hands, feet, and neck will be broken."

Mo Yan touched her slender neck, is it so dangerous?

"So, Gong Zheyan also has a weakness, who could it be?"

Leng Beichen looked at Mo Yan with dark eyes, "Gong Zheyan's weakness is also you."

Mo Yan, "..." Don't you think highly of her?

The two discussed the case, and before they knew it, it was getting brighter.

Mo Yan shrank into Leng Beichen's arms, and drifted away in a daze with peace of mind.

The phone rang again.

Leng Beichen picked up the phone, lowered his voice, "Speak."

"Master, that kid confessed, and behind the scenes is..."

Seeing Chen Yuhuan hesitating, Leng Beichen frowned, "It can't be Mo Yan!"

"Master, have you guessed it?"

Leng Beichen's handsome face was cold enough to shave off a layer of frost, "What evidence have you found?"

"The transaction amount with that kid was [-]. It was done in a teahouse in cash. According to surveillance, the young mistress and the kid did enter that teahouse around the same time."

"Check carefully, these superficial evidences are not difficult to fake." Leng Beichen hung up the phone and looked down at the sleeping Mo Yan.

Hearing that there seemed to be movement outside, he bowed his head and kissed Mo Yan's little mouth, got up and walked outside.

Mo Yan slightly opened her star eyes, she heard it just now.

It turned out that the people behind the scenes were doing so many things, and the target was her!

who can that be?

Splitting headache!

A strange blurred fragment flashed through her mind.

It was as if her back was pushed suddenly, she rolled down the stairs, it hurt so much...

Mo Yan sat up with a "chuckle", a dense layer of sweat oozing from her back.

In the clip just now, it was as if she had been there in person, and even the pain seemed to have been experienced.

But the footage was so blurry, and the camera flashed by, that she couldn't make out what was going on.

Mo Yan simply got up too.

She was about to take a shower when she suddenly heard Leng Beichen's voice,

"Murui, wake up!"

There was a rare tension in his voice, as if something had happened.

Mo Yan's eyelids twitched violently, and he stood there for a few seconds before he could react.

She rushed into Gong Murui's room, and immediately gasped.

On the bed, Gong Murui was lying straight, her eyes were tightly closed, and the corners of her mouth were foaming.

The most frightening thing was that her face was as white as a piece of paper, lifeless at all.

Mo Yan's trembling little hand reached out to touch Gong Murui's pulse, her lips trembled, and she managed to make a sound,
"She died... died?"

She slumped on the sofa in disbelief, trembling all over, "Hurry up and call an ambulance, maybe..."

Leng Beichen stopped her,

"You have excellent medical skills, can't you see that Mu Rui has been dead for several hours?"

The blood on Mo Yan's face faded, she could tell that Gong Murui was dead.

Blame her!

When Leng Beichen carried her to open Gong Murui's room, she should have taken a look in time, maybe she could have discovered the problem earlier.

At that time, the lights in Gong Murui's room were not turned on, and the light was very dark, and Mo Yan resisted entering Gong Murui's room again.

So, Leng Beichen just pushed open the door, but closed it quickly, then he carried Mo Yan straight into his bedroom.

Gong Murui is a simple person, even if she really became a mistress, she would not be guilty of death, not to mention, she was framed by others.

That's abominable!

If the person behind the scenes didn't seduce her, how could she have such a heavy psychological burden, and how could she commit suicide?
Wait, could it be that now that the incident has turned into a plot, she conspired to hire that bodyguard, making Gong Murui commit suicide in embarrassment?

Mo Yan was dripping with cold sweat. Now, she was undoubtedly the biggest suspect.

Looking at Gong Murui's body, Mo Yan forcibly calmed down,
"The one who cleans up himself, call the police. I believe the law is fair. Only when the truth is found out can Gong Murui be given justice."

Leng Beichen's jawline was tense, and a cold look appeared in his eyes.

"The law is just, but even more ruthless, and everything speaks with evidence.

With all the evidence pointing at you now, I can't let you take any chances.What's more, once the Gong family decides that you have harmed Mu Rui, they will never be soft on you. "

"Do you trust me?" Mo Yan never thought that Leng Beichen could trust her.

Even she herself wondered if she devised this conspiracy while sleepwalking?Or does she have a dual personality?Or schizophrenia?

Otherwise, why so much evidence proves that she did it?

Leng Beichen approached her and rubbed her small head with his big palm, "I don't believe you, who do I believe? You are my wife."

Mo Yan's nasal cavity was sore, unconditional trust between husband and wife is very difficult.

He can do it.

"Then what should we do now?" Mo Yan hugged Leng Beichen's thin waist very reluctantly.

But she was even more afraid that Leng Beichen would act aggressively for her. She didn't want him to break the law.

"Chen, Gong Murui is dead, and there is no way to hide it. This matter can only be handed over to the police for investigation. I am willing to cooperate with the investigation, so don't interfere."

"No, Gong Murui cannot die yet. Only if she is alive can the snake be led out of the hole."

Leng Beichen took out a cigarette from the coffee table, put it back, and paced back and forth in the living room.

Although he tried to stay calm, Mo Yan could tell that he was getting irritable.

"Chen, if you have a way, just say it, don't worry about my feelings."

Mo Yan felt that Leng Beichen had already made up his mind.

But he didn't say it for a long time, probably because of this method, it's hard to say...