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

Seeing that Leng Beichen was surprised by her guess, Mo Yan frowned slightly.

From this point of view, it is true that Leng Beichen suffered from post-traumatic disorder, and he lost his memory, and he couldn't remember everything.

She was afraid that telling the truth directly would scare Leng Beichen away, so she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut about the past.

"You let me in. My medical skills are not bad. If you don't believe me, ask others. Most people in Tiancheng know my medical skills."

"Like your illness, it is not enough to do ordinary psychological counseling, it needs a combination of internal and external physiotherapy.

If you don't take timely treatment measures, you will be disturbed by nightmares for a long time, which will affect your physical and mental health and gradually lose your ability to work. "

Mo Yan made the seriousness of her illness on purpose, so as to coax Leng Beichen to open the door.

"Hey, if you don't open the door again, the food will be cold."

Coercion and inducement were used.

Leng Beichen saw that she spoke clearly and clearly, the key was that he was hungry, so he finally opened the door.

"You're sweating all over, go take a hot shower first."

Leng Beichen didn't wear a shirt, and there were fine beads of sweat on his tight and even skin.

In the huge presidential suite, there is a strong smell of male hormones with the smell of sweat, which makes people feel dry and hot, and their breathing becomes difficult.

Mo Yan turned her eyes away from looking at his lucky figure.

It's not that she doesn't want to watch it, even if she has seen it a hundred times, she is still not immune to him, but everything has changed now.

Before she found out the truth of the matter, she and him could only be strangers.

Leng Beichen didn't say anything, he was going to take a shower before Mo Yan rang the doorbell.

He took a shower very quickly, and after a while, he walked out of the bathroom with a masculine scent of shower gel.

Seeing Mo Yan sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone without even raising her eyelids, Leng Beichen's sword eyebrows slightly raised.

This woman obviously wanted to eat him last night, but she pretended to be cold today?Not even looking at him?
Wherever Leng Beichen went, there was a natural landscape, which would cause women to pay attention to him frequently, and even some little girls would chase after him.

This made him very uncomfortable with mental illness.

After that, he stopped going to crowded places and often wore a mask to avoid crowds.

Mo Yan ignored him, which made him feel a lot easier.

Leng Beichen sat on the other side of the sofa, keeping a wide distance from Mo Yan.

He picked up the exquisite lunch box on the coffee table, smelled the aroma of rice, and his stomach let out a "cuckoo" growl.

"Eat quickly, you will eat three meals a day at a fixed time in the future, and your diet should be balanced, and don't have a meal without a meal."

Mo Yan babbled and urged, but her eyelids still did not lift to look at Leng Beichen.

Seeing that the woman didn't care about him, Leng Beichen felt relieved and at ease.

After taking a few mouthfuls of food, a trace of surprise flashed across his handsome face.

This meal is the most palatable food he has eaten during this time.

"Where did you buy this meal?" He planned to order from this restaurant in the future.

"I burned it." Mo Yan said lightly.

Who knows, she asked the chef at home to give her a crash course today, teaching her how to cook Leng Beichen's favorite dishes.

This was unprecedented in her life. She was studying cooking very seriously, and oil was splashed on several places on her hands.

Anyway, for Mo Yan who has never cooked before, holding a shovel is much more difficult than holding a silver needle.

Leng Beichen's expression paused slightly, "The young mistress of the Leng family still cooks by herself?"

"Your little girlfriend won't cook you something delicious?" Mo Yan finally raised her long eyelashes and glanced at him.

Leng Beichen took another mouthful of rice.

Even when he was very hungry, even if he lost his memory, his inherent slow and elegant dining temperament would never change.

"She'll burn." It's just that he doesn't eat much every time.

He ate all the food Mo Yan cooked, feeling unsatisfied.

"You are good at cooking."

This is the highest compliment he can give to others.

"If you like it, I will burn it for you next time."

Mo Yan glanced at the disc, and before Leng Beichen could say anything, she added, "It depends on my mood."

Leng Beichen, "..."

Mo Yan was annoyed not to give him a knife, "This is my first time cooking."

Leng Beichen, "..." He must be really hungry to find it delicious.

"My chef's cooking is much more delicious than mine. If you move to my house, you can enjoy your favorite food every day."

Leng Beichen, "..." Why does it feel like she is using her taste buds to seduce him?

He stared deeply at Mo Yan's cell phone with black eyes, and changed the subject, "You came here to play games?"

From beginning to end, Mo Yan has been playing the game.

"That's not how you play, you're too good at it."

Leng Beichen was inexplicably familiar with this game.

"This is my husband's favorite game, and I just started learning it."

Mo Yan moved closer to him, closing the distance between them, "You know how to play?"

"should be."

Leng Beichen also moved closer, and put his slender fingers on Mo Yan's cell phone.

Mo Yan remembered that when Leng Beichen became stupid two years ago, he regarded games as his life.

Therefore, she very wisely chose the game as an entry point to communicate with him.

Sure enough, Leng Beichen instantly felt like chatting with her and started playing games together.

The two were having fun when Leng Beichen suddenly remembered something.

"I heard that Leng Beichen has moved on, why do you still want to learn to play games to please him?"

Seeing that Mo Yan didn't answer, Leng Beichen glanced sideways and saw a drop of water falling on the screen of Mo Yan's phone.

Immediately afterwards, the second drop, the third drop, more and more water droplets gathered together on the screen of her mobile phone...

Leng Beichen looked up in surprise, only to realize that it was a woman who was crying silently.

He immediately covered his heart, and his heart hurt badly for no reason.

Mo Yan wiped away her tears, "You are right, why should I be stupid and please him? No more games, I don't like games."

Leng Beichen, "..." A woman can turn her face faster than a book.

But it was strange to say that he found that his heart suddenly recovered, and it didn't hurt anymore.

"You really know how to heal? My heart hurt just now."

"Heart hurts?" Mo Yan became nervous when she heard it, and hurriedly took his pulse.

Leng Beichen didn't expect that Mo Yan suddenly reached out to grab his wrist, and instinctively dodged.

He hates physical contact with anyone.

Holding hands with Qin Xiaoyang is already the limit, and supporting He Qiushan with one hand in the water is a critical situation.

At that time, he still paid great attention to keeping a distance from He Qiushan.

"What are you hiding from? I won't eat you, don't move." Mo Yan's scallion-white jade finger touched his wrist involuntarily.

Mo Yan's soft fingertips touched Leng Beichen's slender white wrist, and a pink luster appeared on Leng Beichen's skin instantly.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the woman's hands were surprisingly soft.

He couldn't help looking carefully at Mo Yan's small hands.

Compared with his big palm, her hand was too small.

Her fingers were long and slender, her skin was fine and white, and her nails were neatly trimmed. The primary color was pink and tender, without any decorations, which was very different from those women who made their nails weird.

He noticed that Mo Yan wore a very simple broken diamond ring on his ring finger, which was exactly the same as the one on his finger.

"Why do you have this ring?"

"This is a ring for couples." Mo Yan muttered softly.

This pair of rings was bought two years ago for Su Haoran to match him and He Qiushan.

Unexpectedly, the day of buying the ring happened to be Leng Beichen's birthday.

Leng Beichen wasn't happy that she gave Su Haoran a gift, so he acted shamelessly, threatened and lured him, took the ring as his own, and forced her to wear it too, one for each of them.

This wearing, even for two years, none of them took off the ring.

Now, they have finally reconciled, but they are facing separation again.

Leng Beichen touched the ring on his hand, looking confused, "Couples match? But Yang Yang doesn't have the same ring on his hand."

He doesn't remember how the ring came to be on his finger, but there is a white mark on his finger, which shows that the ring has been with him for a long time.

Yang Yang?

Hearing Leng Beichen calling Qin Xiaoyang affectionately, Mo Yan took off the ring angrily, "Give it to her."

Leng Beichen, "..." How did he offend this woman?

"I earn my own money to buy it." Naturally, he would not rob other people's rings.

"Do you still have a pulse?"

Leng Beichen found that Mo Yan's pulse-taking gestures were very professional, but she was wandering and absent-minded.

Mo Yan sucked her nose, restrained her mind to take Leng Beichen's pulse, and unconsciously, her eyebrows twitched into a ball.

"Looking at your expression, why do you feel that I have a terminal illness?" Leng Beichen suddenly said something teasing Mo Yan, which made him feel strange.

It seems that it is not his style to make fun of others.

But what he said just now was very natural, as if he didn't talk too much.

Mo Yan has long been used to his venomous tongue when mocking others, "Does your heart still hurt now?"

"It hurt twice just now, but it doesn't hurt now."

Mo Yan was surprised, Leng Beichen's pulse was stable, the blood was smooth and powerful, and there was no blood stasis that could cause heartache.

"Are you sure it hurts here?"

Caught off guard, she poked Leng Beichen's heart with her pale jade fingers.

A burst of electricity jumped from her fingertips, quickly penetrated into Leng Beichen's heart, and penetrated into the man's limbs.

Leng Beichen felt his whole body go numb as if he had been electrocuted.

He hastily stretched out his hand to pat Mo Yan's fingers away, but the big palm accidentally caught her small hand.

A strong sense of familiarity struck, the temperature in the palm rose rapidly, and the heat spread to the whole body.

This feeling seemed both familiar and strange to him.

"Let go!" Mo Yan detested him.

When he held hands with other women, he was doomed and lost the qualification to hold hands with her.

Leng Beichen let go in embarrassment, "Accidentally."

He rubbed his palms, feeling strange.

The moment he grabbed Mo Yan's little hand just now, not only did he not have the usual sense of disobedience, but he was also very comfortable.

But every time he holds hands with Qin Xiaoyang, he feels very awkward. He thinks that he feels awkward because he has post-traumatic disease and doesn't want to be in contact with anyone.

In order to fulfill the basic duties of being a boyfriend, he bit the bullet and joined hands with Qin Xiaoyang.

"Remember, don't touch me in the future."

Mo Yan stood up angrily, "Someone will come to take a sample for your DNA test tomorrow, so you can continue to sleep here tonight."

"I'll go back to sleep." Leng Beichen grabbed his clothes and put them on, preparing to leave.

Mo Yan couldn't help but roll her eyes at him,

"The presidential suite can't be returned now. If you want to return, you need to return it before 25:[-] noon. The room fee of [-] yuan for one day has already been paid. Are you sure you want to waste it?"

Leng Beichen paused in the act of dressing.

In good conscience, he didn't sleep very well during this time.

He already had nightmares, poor sleep quality, and the poor living conditions made his sleep worse.

Even if he loses his memory, he has been well-clothed and slept on the best mattress since he was a child. This kind of requirement for a high-quality life that he has cultivated since childhood will be difficult to overcome for a while.

Mo Yan has already learned from Qin Xiaoyang that they are now renting in an older community with a house of only [-] to [-] square meters.

How could Leng Beichen get used to this kind of living conditions?
So, she next wanted to improve their lives.

There was bitterness and self-mockery on Mo Yan's lips, she was really worried about a cheating man and that mistress.

She walked to the door and suddenly remembered something,
"By the way, Qin Xiaoyang said you were childhood sweethearts? Did you watch her grow up?"

She knew that it was impossible for Leng Beichen to have anything to do with Qin Xiaoyang when he was a child, let alone watch her grow up.

Therefore, she wanted to hear Leng Beichen explain this problem himself.

Is Qin Xiaoyang exaggerating?Nonsense?Or is it really delusional?
Or, she simply lied on purpose...

"Yes, I am a few years older than her, and I watched her grow up." Leng Beichen's expression was very calm, without any sign of lying.

"What? Really childhood sweetheart?" Mo Yan stared wide in shock.

She never expected that even Leng Beichen himself would say that.

No, didn't he lose his memory?And how do you remember that you are a childhood sweetheart?
What exactly is going on?