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

Thinking that Leng Beichen might make unreasonable demands on her, Mo Yan decided to stay awake, since she couldn't sleep anyway.

She immediately put on her coat and got out of bed and walked out.

Just as her little hand was on the doorknob and was about to open the door, her slender arms suddenly tightened, and Leng Beichen's deep and pleasant voice came from the back of her head,
"Honey, where are you going in the middle of the night?"

Mo Yan wanted to shake off his hand, but instead, he pulled her vigorously and threw herself into his arms.

What catches the eye is the man's large, firm and tight muscle lines.

The crystal water droplets hanging densely on his body continuously rolled down along his smooth lines, seeping into the bath towel loosely tied around his waist, which made people think infinitely.

Mo Yan wiped the drops of water on his face in disgust, this man is dead.

Obviously realizing that she wanted to run away, he rushed out to catch her before he even had time to dry himself off.

"Leng Beichen, are you serious? Wipe it dry and then come out, it wets the ground."

"You wipe it for me." Leng Beichen didn't let go of her, but pulled off the towel.

"what!"

He was caught off guard, and Mo Yan covered her eyes with a scream, and shouted angrily, "Leng Beichen, you are shameless! Get the hell out of here!"

"Shh! The sound insulation here is not that good."

Leng Beichen's low laughter trembled in his chest,
"You are my wife. We are both in our 40s, old couple, right? You said it yourself."

He broke away Mo Yan's little hand covering her eyes, lowered his head to be at the same level as her eyes, acting like a baby,

"Baby, you forgot? I'm a patient and need intensive treatment."

His voice was shockingly hoarse, his eyes were full of desire, and his body was full of a strong masculine aura.

Mo Yan was so teased by him that her face was blushing and her heart was pounding, she instinctively looked down.

hiss~~
"You still need treatment? I haven't touched you yet,..."

Wait, that's not right, she obviously sealed his acupuncture points, and it will take at least three days for the acupuncture points to be unsealed automatically.

How did he unblock it two days in advance?

Mo Yan stared at him, confused.

"Baby, if you like to look at me so much, don't look at me secretly, let you look at it openly."

"What?" Mo Yan was thinking about something on her mind, but didn't filter Leng Beichen's words into her mind.

The next moment, she finally understood what Leng Beichen meant, her little face was so red that it could bleed,

"It's not what you think, I'm just wondering why you unsealed the acupuncture points in advance."

"Mo Yan, you've finally told the truth. My fault was indeed done on purpose by you."

As soon as Leng Beichen changed from the coquettish look just now, his demeanor instantly became cold and cold, "In order to get revenge on me, did you deliberately shrivel me?"

He didn't go back to the villa with everyone just now, but went to a jungle on the island to practice breathing for a while, trying to heal himself with internal strength.

In the end, it was unexpectedly discovered that his Qi and blood were not flowing at all, and the acupuncture points were artificially sealed.

So, he easily broke the seal with his internal force, and the function was restored in an instant.

Mo Yan just wanted to tease him, but did not really take revenge on him, otherwise, it would not be as simple as sealing the acupuncture points.

But she was angry. In the middle of the night, he had planned so many tricks, and it turned out that he just wanted to catch her pigtails.

Oh, he really bothered!

She couldn't suppress her anger, so she didn't bother to explain, and simply admitted that she was taking revenge on him,
"Yes, I deliberately took revenge on you, so that you can't be a man, and you can only drool when you see a little girl, and you can't do anything."

"Then let you see what I can do!"

Leng Beichen's long arms wrapped around Mo Yan's slender waist, and with a sudden force, he threw her onto the bed.

Hiss~~ There was an unspeakable pain in his back.

Her current skeleton is not that of a young man in her 20s, and cannot withstand his vigorous beating.

Being thrown by him, she grimaced in pain.

Mo Yan was furious, "Leng Beichen, don't act recklessly, or I will hate you even more!"

"Mo Yan, I hate you more!" Leng Beichen gritted his teeth, his deep black eyes turned scarlet.

He leaned forward and pinched Mo Yan's cheek with his big palm, his lips curled up with bloodlust,

"You know how I have spent the past two years? I use you as an archery target every day, and use darts to stab your photo.

I imprinted you on the golf ball and hit you into the hole every day with a golf club. "

"I saw it." Mo Yan's eyes became extremely cold.

She had known for a long time that Leng Beichen hated her and was taking revenge on her.

After she came back, even if he pestered her in every possible way, she would always remind herself that everything was an illusion.

"Heh! There's something else you can't see. Guess what it is?"

Leng Beichen's imposing body pressed down mercilessly.

His strong and strong arms stretched to both sides of Mo Yan's small head, enveloping her in 360 degrees.

"Do you know why you were put in this room?""

Mo Yan's little heart sank. It turned out that even this room was deliberately arranged by him.

"Is there a mechanism in this room?"

Mo Yan resisted the huge sense of oppression projected by the man, bravely raised his eyelids, and looked directly at his bottomless black eyes that seemed to be able to suck the soul.

Sure enough, in his unfathomable eyes, she saw a strong murderous intent.

A bad premonition swept over, and Mo Yan's eyelids kept twitching.

Could this room be her burial place today?
After all, she still underestimated his vengeance. He didn't just want to vent his anger on her, but wanted her to die.

"Leng Beichen, if you want to kill or cut, it's up to you, but you have to take good care of the little girl and bring her up."

"Why should I raise Su Haoran's seed?" Leng Beichen pursed his lips bloodthirstyly.

But he changed his mind, "Are you worried that when He Qiushan has her own baby, it will be bad for the little girl?
"Okay, I promise you, I will raise her. When she grows up, I will tell her that her mother, who betrayed me, is the most..."

His thin lips were tightly pressed into a cold straight line, and hatred and pain burst out from his eyes.

After all, he held back those two words and did not say them.

"Mo Yan, I will give you one last chance to say that you love me."

"I don't love." Mo Yan closed her eyes indifferently, and stopped talking.

She didn't live long in the first place, and she died sooner or later, and she had already seen it off.

She guessed that the reason why Leng Beichen arranged her in this room was that it might be convenient for him to destroy the corpse.

It is a lie to say that you are not afraid of death.

Suddenly knowing that she was going to die tonight, she felt the blood in her body cooling down a little bit, losing vitality a little bit, and even her hands and feet became numb.

Thinking that before they had time to say goodbye to the little girl, and before they had time to find a good stepmother for her, they were about to say goodbye, Mo Yan's chest was full of sadness.

But she didn't want to show weakness, she suppressed the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes, and she didn't want to cry in front of a man.

After a while, Mo Yan took a deep breath, calmed down,
"Leng Beichen, if you want to kill or cut me up, I'm up to you, but before I die, I want to write a few letters to my little girl."

"No pen and paper." Leng Beichen ruthlessly refused.

"Then I keep a diary on Weibo, and every year on her birthday, you can show her an article that says her mommy is far away, okay?
When she grows up, tell her that the old woman was her mother.

Maybe she won't remember me by then, and that's fine, so as not to make her feel sad. "

Mo Yan regretted that she should have made preparations to leave earlier, now that she is cramming, Leng Beichen may not give her time to deal with the funeral.

Sure enough, Leng Beichen ruthlessly refused again, "Less ink."

Mo Yan, "..." She had learned the lesson, the man became ruthless, even colder than an iceberg.

She opened her bright starry eyes, which were filled with water, and stared at the handsome face full of darkness, her long eyelashes trembling non-stop.

For the sake of the little girl, shouldn't she give up her dignity and buy herself some time to deal with the funeral?