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

On He Qiushan's phone, the caller ID read "Leng Beichen".

Facing Su Haoran's cynicism, He Qiushan didn't explain, and didn't flatter him.

No matter what she said or did, it was wrong in his eyes. What else could be explained?

She picked up the clothes that had been thrown on the ground, endured the pain and disappointment in her body, and walked out with difficulty.

Walking to the empty place in the yard, He Qiushan answered the phone.

Mo Yan's eager voice came from the other end of the phone,
"Qiu Shan, the law firm that our Leng's partnered with actually went to do team building. Your Gong family's law firm must make an appointment, I want to join the team."

He Qiushan resisted the thought of crying to Mo Yan, "Mo Yan, are you involved in a lawsuit?"

"I want to divorce Leng Beichen. While he is still obedient, I should complete the divorce procedures as soon as possible, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

"..."

There was bitterness on He Qiushan's lips, she and Mo Yan divorced at the same time.

Then Su Haoran has another chance to be with Mo Yan.

No matter what, she supported Mo Yan unconditionally.

"I'll see you at our law firm tomorrow morning, and I'll be the first to help you."

"Okay." Mo Yan finally settled down.

She had asked that the law firm that Leng worked with had gone to Beidaihe for team building, and it would take at least three days before they came back.

The Gong family's law firm is not small, and He Qiushan promised to be the first to divorce her tomorrow. What else can she worry about?
"You can sleep peacefully."

After a day of tossing, Mo Yan felt very tired.

While Leng Beichen was taking a bath, she simply lay down on the bed, posed in a big herringbone, and stretched her muscles.

"You still want to sleep with me? I warn you, don't get my idea." A familiar voice came.

This time Leng Beichen's voice had a touch of humanity, not as cold as before.

"Being hypnotized, he is still as narcissistic and arrogant as before, thinking that the whole world likes him."

Mo Yan muttered in a low voice and climbed out of bed, looked up, her breathing suddenly tightened.

Leng Beichen wiped her wet hair with a towel, and walked out of the bathroom with a scent of shower gel.

On his well-proportioned and tight muscles, sporadic drops of water that hadn't been wiped off hung on him, and the full male hormone breath rushed towards him, which made the blood rush.

Mo Yan's nasal cavity became hot.

She quickly covered the tip of her nose, so she wouldn't be so ashamed and had a nosebleed, right?

Just look at him, as for?Does she really miss him that much?

"I'll go right away." Mo Yan hurriedly stood up and wanted to run.

She kept covering her nose with her little hand, not daring to leave the tip of her nose, but she couldn't stop the scarlet oozing from her fingers.

"What's wrong with you?" Leng Beichen quickly grabbed Mo Yan's wrist with sharp eyes.

"It's nothing, I'm on fire." Mo Yan covered the tip of her nose and spoke in a dull voice.

"Fire? You, the so-called miracle doctor, can't even cure the fire?"

Leng Beichen forcibly pulled Mo Yan's small hand away, and his big palm pinched her delicate jaw, forcing her small face to be raised high.

"Lean on the sofa." Leng Beichen unconsciously used a commanding tone.

Mo Yan laughed angrily, "You let go, you let my eyes look at the ceiling, how do you let me get to the sofa?"

As soon as the words fell, her small body lightened and fell firmly into Leng Beichen's arms.

Mo Yan's small hand naturally grabbed his muscular arm.

The palm of his hand pressed against his fine and elastic muscles, and there was a moist and slightly cool touch.

Heartbeat, suddenly missed a beat.

Leng Beichen's strong arm muscles exuded masculine strength, and an unstoppable masculinity permeated the entire room.

Mo Yan's eyes fell on his handsome face, which he never tired of seeing, and he couldn't take his eyes off for a moment.

"I've said it all, don't touch me." Leng Beichen hugged Mo Yan and walked towards the sofa with his long legs.

"Where did I make a move?" Mo Yan hastily withdrew her gaze, lowering her eyes to check herself.

She found her hand on his arm.

"Double standard, you can hug me, but I can't hold your hand?"

"No."

Leng Beichen put the petite woman in his arms on the sofa and let her lie flat.

His slender fingertips tapped two acupuncture points on the side of Mo Yan's nose, helping her stop the bleeding.

"How long has it been since you had a man?" While speaking, he sat next to Mo Yan on the edge of the sofa, and squeezed her into the sofa.

Mo Yan's little face flushed, "What does it have to do with you?"

"Don't dare to answer?" Leng Beichen suddenly bent down his tall body, covering Mo Yan under his chest.

Maybe they were too close, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a masculine and lingering aura sprayed over, and penetrated into the tip of Mo Yan's nose.

Mo Yan's little heart throbbed like a deer.

She pretended to be indifferent to him,
"Which eye of yours sees that I don't have a man? My husband is not a man?"

The corners of Leng Beichen's reserved lips curled up in mockery,
"Your good husband Leng Beichen takes care of having an affair, how can he still take care of you?
Judging by your appearance, you haven't touched a man for a long time, and you can get nosebleeds just by looking at me. "

Mo Yan, "..." It's been a month since she separated from him.

She deliberately sneered, "I only get nosebleeds when I get angry and act recklessly. My husband's body is much stronger than yours. Anyway, I don't have feelings for you."

Leng Beichen's eyes suddenly darkened, his thin lips pursed in displeasure,

"Keep your mouth shut. Your husband is about to get divorced. I advise you to forget about him as soon as possible."

While talking, Leng Beichen had an extra towel in his hand at some point, and he carefully helped Mo Yan gently wipe off the blood under his nose.

Mo Yan looked at the pure-faced man who was concentrating on cleaning up the blood for her, and remembered the question she had always wanted to ask but had no chance to ask,
"Which step have you and Qin Xiaoyang reached?"

"I don't remember." Leng Beichen finished wiping and threw the towel aside.

"Perfunctory me?" Mo Yan was not reconciled, and continued to ask, "I mean, after you lost your memory, did it happen to you...".

Leng Beichen straightened his body, and leaned on the sofa resolutely, "Is it related to you?"

"Forget it, don't ask me about other men in the future."

Mo Yan stood up pretending to be indifferent,

"There are clothes you are used to wearing in the closet, food you like to eat in the refrigerator, and the gymnasium on the first floor downstairs, with all kinds of fitness equipment and martial arts room you like to play."

"Okay." Leng Beichen saw it as soon as he came in.

The room he lived in was designed as an open suite on the entire floor, with a complete kitchen and bathroom, making life very convenient.

He casually took a silk home jacket from the closet and put it on his body. As expected, the pajamas prepared by Mo Yan were very breathable, light, light and comfortable.

He took out another bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, raised his neck and drank it vigorously.

Every time he swallowed water, his Adam's apple would slide up and down.

Wild!Crazy!Extremely sexy!

Mo Yan couldn't help approaching him, wanting to hug him tightly.

Leng Beichen was probably thirsty, and after a while, he drank the whole bottle of water in one gulp.

"The water is delicious and has a natural sweetness."

When he lowered his eyes, he found that the woman was looking at him eagerly.

Leng Beichen raised a hook at the corner of his mouth, "You want to take advantage of my unpreparedness and use your hands to me."

"Where did you get your confidence?"

Mo Yan pretended to be disdainful, "I was afraid that you would choke if you drank too much water, so I am always ready to rescue you.

This is natural spring water collected from an extremely cold place. Even if you like to drink it, you should drink it in moderation, so as not to hurt your stomach if you drink too much. "

This water is Leng Beichen's favorite drink on weekdays, and he specially prepared it for him.

Leng Beichen stared at the woman's small pink mouth opening and closing, and her Adam's apple rolled slightly, "Then where do you sleep tonight?"

"This is two bedrooms and two bathrooms, we can not interfere with each other."

In this villa, except for the gymnasium on the second floor, the other floors are designed as suites, and there are so many rooms.

But Mo Yan wanted to get closer to Leng Beichen so that he could find out the cause of his headache and heartache.

"What's your idea?" Leng Beichen squinted at Mo Yan with a defensive expression.

Mo Yan got angry, "What ideas can I have? It's nothing more than calling you to the law firm early tomorrow morning. It's late, I'm going to bed."

She was about to walk to her room, but suddenly, she tightened her wrist.

Leng Beichen suddenly grabbed her hand, with a slightly awkward expression, "I held hands with Yangyang after I lost my memory."

That means nothing happened between him and Qin Xiaoyang?

Mo Yan's dimple suddenly appeared, "You are not allowed to hold hands again from now on."

Leng Beichen's slender fingers touched the tall bridge of his nose to hide his inner guilt towards Qin Xiaoyang,
"She is my girlfriend, and I should fulfill my boyfriend's responsibilities."

Mo Yan curled up her smile, "Then don't touch my hand from now on, no, don't touch any part of me, you can decide for yourself. Let go of your claws!"

"You want to run after listening to my privacy?" Leng Beichen tightened his five fingers, and suddenly exerted force on his powerful arm.

Mo Yan was pulled vigorously by him, and fell into his strong chest, and there was an unbearable pain from the tip of his nose.

"What on earth do you want?" Mo Yan wanted to punch him angrily.

"I've already told you about the situation with Yangyang, now it's your turn."

Leng Beichen stared deeply at Mo Yanying's white face, "How many men do you have? Do you still like Leng Beichen?"

Mo Yan touched the tip of her nose that was bumped red, and her eyes turned.

It should feel good to speak ill of him in front of him.

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth.

Leng Beichen's mind is smaller than the tip of a needle, and he will get revenge. He is also very brutal, domineering, and unreasonable. He is with me just to get revenge on me.

Do you think he is such a stingy person, would he let me be with other men? "

Leng Beichen, "..." His eyelids twitched suddenly, why did he feel that someone was scolding him?
"Since Leng Beichen is so unbearable, you should divorce as soon as possible."

Mo Yan held back his laughter, he himself said that he was unbearable!

"You're right, so I took the initiative to contact a lawyer to help us with a divorce. You, let go!"

Leng Beichen wondered that as soon as he heard Mo Yan confess that he didn't have other men, he immediately became less troubled.

He was about to let her go when Qin Xiaoyang called.

Mo Yan had sharp eyes and quick hands, and Scallion Baiyu instructed to turn on the hands-free button on Leng Beichen's phone.

Qin Xiaoyang's soft and sweet voice came from the phone,
"Brother Tian, ​​I'm back, where are you now?"