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

Mo Yan wondered, Qin Xiaoyang was fooled by He Qiushan to audition abroad, why did he come back so soon?

Is the ISIR organization behind her pointing the country?
Leng Beichen turned off the speakerphone, walked to the side and called Qin Xiaoyang, "I'm temporarily staying in a villa of Leng's family, you can come and live too."

Mo Yan, "..." let her live under the same roof as Qin Xiaoyang?
"With her without me, with me without her, you choose." Mo Yan blurted out.

Leng Beichen hung up the phone with a very firm attitude.

"Yangyang is not only my girlfriend, but also my savior. I can't let her down."

Mo Yan was speechless.

She knew that Leng Beichen had been implanted with unwarranted memories, and it was deeply ingrained in her mind that Qin Xiaoyang was his childhood sweetheart's girlfriend.

If he was with her, for the hypnotized Leng Beichen, it would be betrayal of Qin Xiaoyang.

"Okay, then you choose Qin Xiaoyang."

Mo Yan turned around and went back to her room, and closed the door heavily with a "bang".

Whether Qin Xiaoyang colluded with ISIR or not, she has no substantive evidence.

If Qin Xiaoyang did not collude with the ISIR organization, but learned from Qin Guiyue that they were going to murder Leng Beichen, he tried his best to save him.

Then Qin Xiaoyang was indeed Leng Beichen's savior.

"I will formally divorce Leng Beichen tomorrow, and I may become more and more alienated in the future. Goodbye, I'm just a stranger."

Mo Yan walked into the bathroom in frustration, glanced at the mirror, and her eyelids jumped suddenly.

In the mirror, she actually has a few white hairs.

Without Leng Beichen's intimacy with her, it was expected that she would grow old again.

This time, she was able to survive for more than half a month without showing signs of aging.

"When I wake up tomorrow, I may be 60 years old again."

Mo Yan checked carefully in the mirror, her originally plump and lustrous skin was slightly slack.

She opened the door and rushed out of the villa and got into the car.

The top priority is to go through the divorce procedures before getting old.

She really didn't want Leng Beichen, who had lost his memory, to see her gray-haired, old-fashioned appearance.

"I can only ask Qiu Shan for help, and ask the law firm to work overtime overnight to help us draw up a divorce agreement."

Mo Yan dialed He Qiushan's phone number, but no one answered the phone.

"In the middle of the night, they should be asleep. I really shouldn't disturb them so late. But I really don't have time."

After thinking about it, Mo Yan dialed Su Haoran's number.

Su Haoran was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, when the phone rang, he answered it in seconds, "Hello."

"Haoran, I'm sorry to bother you so late, wake up Qiushan and ask her to answer the phone."

Mo Yan guessed that He Qiushan should be sleeping deeply now, because pregnant women love to sleep.

Su Haoran turned on the light and sat up from the bed, "She's not here."

"Not at your place? I saw her come to your place with my own eyes."

Mo Yan never thought that He Qiushan and Su Haoran had already broken up completely, and Su Haoran did something to He Qiushan that he shouldn't have done.

"You won't quarrel, right? I called Qiushan several times just now, but she didn't answer. She won't be overwhelmed, right?"

Mo Yan knows He Qiushan very well. She is strong and free and easy. It is hard to believe that she does stupid things because of love.

She purposely spoke more seriously, hoping that Su Haoran would pay more attention to He Qiushan and take the initiative.

Mo Yan hung up the phone and sighed,
"Hao Ran is always lukewarm towards Qiu Shan. It's not unreasonable for Qiu Shan to be angry. But I can't get in touch with Qiu Shan. Who should I ask for help?"

She lowered her eyes, startled.

This this……

The skin on the hands was not right, wrinkled and skinny.

Mo Yan hurriedly looked in the mirror and was dripping with cold sweat.

The person in the mirror has grizzled hair, nasolabial folds and eye wrinkles all bearing the marks of time.

The aging speed is so fast this time? !
In less than an hour, she turned out to be an old man in her 70s or [-]s.

Mo Yan is full of sorrow, she is a dying person, she is mentally prepared.

But now, at this rate of aging, she would die of old age before dawn.

How harmful is the chip in Leng Beichen's mind, what will the ISIR organization do to him, the Leng Group is in danger, and the little ones...

She couldn't let go of all these worries.

Sad tears rolled down silently.

There was nothing she could do but wait quietly for her bodily functions to rapidly degenerate, and she eventually died of old age in the car.

Mo Yan started the car, trying to drive the car further away.

In case it was dawn, Leng Beichen would be the first to find her body.

As soon as the car started, the door was opened unexpectedly.

Leng Beichen's tall and slender body slipped into the passenger seat, "I'm going to pick up Yangyang, lend me your car..."

With one side of his eyes, Leng Beichen's words stopped abruptly, and a trace of surprise flashed across his deep black eyes.

"Okay, here's the car, I'll get off." Mo Yan turned her face away in embarrassment, not wanting him to see it.

Facing the former Leng Beichen, she would grow old when she got old, and she would never hide from him.

But this time, she probably knew that she was destined to be separated, and she didn't want to keep her old and ugly appearance in Leng Beichen's memory.

Mo Yan reached out to push the car door, and suddenly, her arms tightened.

Leng Beichen's slender and beautiful big hands grabbed her skinny arm, his brows were knit into a ball,
"What happened to you?"

He was sure that this woman was Mo Yan.

But how could she have turned into a grandma after an hour or so before she was so beautiful?
Mo Yan wiped away her tears, not daring to turn her face away, pointing the back of her head at him,
"Leng Beichen, listen carefully, this may be the last time I speak to you.

Your name is Leng Beichen. A mysterious organization called ISIR took aim at the Leng Group and conspired a series of big conspiracies to take over the Leng Group.

After encountering the big explosion under the sea, you were hypnotized, not only lost your memory, but also implanted with a chip that can control you.

The only chance now may be Qin Xiaoyang.

If she's serious about you, stay with her, but ask her to help you out of danger.

Wealth and everything are floating clouds, if people insist on robbing them, let them rob them, as long as you reunite with your family and live in peace..."

"Is this what you call terminal illness?"

Leng Beichen heard her words like last words, the corners of his eyes were scarlet, and there was a little sadness in his black eyes, "Is there any way to save you?"

"A way to save me? Yes, but you won't want to."

Mo Yan wanted to shake off his hand and escape, but he held it tighter.

And she obviously felt that she was powerless, and she became weak even when she shook her arm.

"You mean, I can save you?"

Leng Beichen stretched out his long arms and wrapped Mo Yan, who had aged into a little old lady, into his arms, his heart ached badly, "I said, I am willing to do anything for you."

Mo Yan leaned feebly on Leng Beichen's firm chest, feeling chest tightness and shortness of breath.
"Forget it, let me die quietly. If I can die in your arms, it is considered that God has treated me well."

Mo Yan thought that Qin Xiaoyang might really be Leng Beichen's only chance to survive, and she didn't want him to make things difficult.

"Tell me, how can I save you?" Leng Beichen persistently asked her to answer.