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

"Swallow, are you blaming me?"

Nan Muyan stepped forward and spread his arms, wanting to hug Mo Yan.

Mo Yan took a step back to avoid Nan Muyan who wanted to hug her, a mocking sarcasm appeared on her lips.

Are you kidding me?
The ISIR organization set traps for Leng Beichen many times, conspiring one after another, and now he is still planting a time bomb in his mind, and even asked her if she would blame them?
"I don't think I blame you, it's hard." She gritted her teeth.

Hate ISIR organization!
Nan Muyan's brown pupils narrowed slightly, and the corners of his eyes were scarlet.
"Swallow, I have been imprisoned on the mountain by my father for several years. I didn't know so many things happened to you until I got down from the mountain."

Before the words finished, Nan Muyan stretched out his long arms and pulled Mo Yan into his arms.

His handsome face was buried in Mo Yan's hair, and he took a deep breath, "Swallow, it's my fault, I shouldn't be obsessed with martial arts and neglect you, please forgive me. But you clearly promised me, you will wait for me."

Mo Yan was terrified, her body froze and she didn't dare to move, her mind was spinning non-stop.

The movement of him hugging her just now was astonishingly fast, and she fell into his arms without seeing clearly how he approached him.

He is also practicing martial arts on the mountain?Why is it so similar to Leng Beichen's situation?
With his invisibly fast skill just now, it seems that he might not lose to Leng Beichen.

"We knew each other before?" she asked weakly.

According to what he meant, they seemed to have a special relationship before?
"But I don't remember anything." Mo Yan felt a bit of sadness in her heart, she really didn't remember anything.

Why is she a swallow?Since she was Yanzi, why did she become Mo Xuyao's eldest daughter, Mo Yan?

She stretched out her hand to Nanmuyan's strong chest, with a tense voice,

"No matter who I was in the past, now I am Mrs. Leng, please respect yourself. Let me go!"

Nan Muyan raised his handsome face, and his brown eyes reflected tenacity,

"No matter who you are now, you will always be my swallow. You can forget everything, but you can't forget me. My name is still taken by you."

Nan Muyan grabbed Mo Yan's little hand and stuck it to his face,
"You said, you are a swallow, and when you are tired from flying, you will want to rest under the eaves, so my name is Nanmuyan, the eaves that will always protect you from wind and rain."

"Nanmuyan..." Mo Yan murmured softly, feeling a sudden pain in his head.

It seems that deep in the soul, there is a figure that is constantly struggling.

The rims of her eyes were sore and swollen, tears came from unknown sources, and the sadness welling up in her heart seemed to overwhelm her.

How could this be?
"Swallow, you think of me, right?"

Nan Muyan's slender fingers gently wiped away the tears on Mo Yan's face, "You said you would marry me when you grow up, I know, you will never break your promise."

Mo Yan supported her forehead, her headache was about to split, and some vague fragments flashed in her mind.

"Young master, you work hard and practice kung fu. When I grow up, I will marry you."

"It will be several years before I enter the mountain, will you miss me?"

"I will miss you, but I will definitely wait for you."

A childish and energetic voice sounded in his mind, and Mo Yan's tears gurgled down like a flood that broke a bank.

She broke her promise and failed him.

Although they don't remember him, they must have loved each other when they were teenagers.

"I'm sorry." Apart from saying sorry, apart from tears, Mo Yan didn't know how to make up.

"I don't want to listen, I'm sorry." Nan Muyan's tall body fell short, and hugged Mo Yan horizontally.

His sharp-edged and resolute facial features showed firm thoughts everywhere, "Swallow, I have returned, and you must return."

"Nan Muyan, I'm no longer a swallow, I'm Mo Yan, I already have a husband and child, let me go!"

"Don't mention them! Forget about them, from now on, you only belong to me." Nan Muyan couldn't help but walk to his room with Mo Yan in his arms.

"Let go of me~~"

Knowing that Mo Yan was no match for Nan Muyan, she still struggled hard.

But to Nan Muyan, her scratching was just a tickle, and she could only watch herself being carried back to the room by Nan Muyan.

Door, close.

Mo Yan's pupils constricted as her back touched the soft bed.

what to do?She became a lamb to be slaughtered, without the ability to resist.

Immediately afterwards, tall shadows approached.

Nan Muyan covered her under his body, grabbed her collar with his big palm, and was about to tear it off with force.

"Don't move, or I'll stab myself to death." The silver needle in Mo Yan's hand aimed at his dead point.

She knew that her silver needle was useless against a master, and she owed Nan Muyan not to hurt him.

Therefore, she can only show her ambition with death.

Nan Muyan's jaw line tightened, "For Leng Beichen, would you rather die yourself?"

"Yes, I love Leng Beichen and am willing to die for him." Mo Yan's position was extremely firm.

She doesn't remember the past, but she is very clear about the present.

She has made her feelings for Leng Beichen very clear, and she is no longer muddled.

She loves Leng Beichen, no matter whether he is loyal or traitor, right or wrong, she will love him crazily, and it will never change!

Mo Yan raised her eyes, her eyes bravely met Nanmuyan's deep scarlet eyes,
"Nanmuyan, let the past be the past. I am no longer the swallow I used to be. You can start again, okay?"

"not good!"

Nan Muyan's eyes were red and bloodshot, murderous, almost screaming,
"Swallow, I can use an eraser to erase the shitty things between you and Leng Beichen, but you have to come back now, and I don't want to wait for a moment.

Leng Beichen's time of death has arrived, so wake up quickly. "

Mo Yanqingli's face was tense, she unconsciously raised her voice,

"Nanmuyan, did you let someone set the time bomb in Leng Beichen's head?"

She has vaguely felt that Nan Muyan's identity is not trivial.

The girl's voice that sounded in my head just now, calling him "Young Master"?
"You are the son of the head of the ISIR organization, my lord?

So, in those years, for the sake of love, I was willing to be a running dog of ISIR at a young age, a killer without conscience? "

When Du Xialan heard that the ISIR organization planted a time bomb in Leng Beichen's head, he almost jumped up.

It shows that she has known the important figures in the ISIR organization for a long time, and she seems to be sure that the ISIR organization will not really harm Beichen, so she is so surprised and surprised.

But the truth turned out to be an accident. The ISIR organization really wanted to put Leng Beichen to death. It could only show that someone suddenly interfered with it.

Well, this person must hate Leng Beichen very much, and he still has a lot of power in the ISIR organization, and he has just gained power.

All the conditions are met by Nanmuyan.

He had just returned from martial arts training, and his position as the young master allowed him to easily give orders, and people converted the chip that was supposed to be implanted in Leng Beichen's head to control him into a time bomb.

"It's you who really want to put Leng Beichen to death, right?"