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

Mo Yan pinched the silver needle in one hand and aimed at her dead point, her starry eyes stared deeply at the handsome and resolute face in front of her.

"Nan Muyan, you made someone pretend to be a bomb disposal expert to negotiate with me in the operating room?
Now that we've reached an agreement, why do you want to kill the morning?Are you going to go back on your word? "

Nan Muyan's deep eyes locked onto Mo Yan's small face covered with frost, his eyes were filled with murderous aura,
"Chen? Shouting so affectionately!
My woman, on his bed, pretends to be him in her heart, how can you let me bear it?If he doesn't die, I die! "

"Where in the world is there no grass, you forget me..." Mo Yan was at a loss for words.

It's really hard to forget someone you love deeply.

"Shut up! I want you to keep your promise. You promised to wait for me to come out of the mountain."

Nan Muyan's gaze slowly shifted to the silver needle in Mo Yan's hand, and his brown pupils tightened for a while.

On her delicate jade-like skin, a glaring drop of blood has overflowed the surface.

In order to prevent him from knocking down the silver needle in her hand, she pointed the silver needle very close to the skin.

So if he forcibly moves to prevent her from stabbing her own dead point, no matter how fast he moves, there is a high risk.

Nan Muyan's eyes darkened, so he could only talk to her to divert his attention, and then wait for an opportunity to attack her when she is not prepared.

"I'm sorry for you, I admit this, but I lost my memory, and I don't want to." Mo Yan could only use words to deal with Nan Muyan.

She didn't want to really die.

There was a slight pain on the skin, and she tightened the silver needle in her hand, not daring to relax in the slightest.

The bomb in Leng Beichen's head has not been disarmed, she cannot die.

But what she faced was an unfathomable master who was full of murderous intent, and she had to gamble with her own life.

"We have reached an agreement in the operating room, I promised that I will leave Leng Beichen in three months, and I will keep my promise.

You also promised to defuse the time bomb in his head, and you should keep your promise. "

"Three months? It's too long!" Nan Muyan clenched his five fingers into fists, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Mo Yan lowered her long eyelashes to conceal the ups and downs of emotions in her eyes.

Three months is too short. This is the last time she will be with Leng Beichen, and every day is precious.

"Anyway, it's either I die, or the established agreement will be implemented." She sent the silver needle forward again.

The silver needle pierced another millimeter deeper, and blood dripped down her snow-white skin.

Nan Muyan's breathing tightened, "Stop! Don't hurt yourself."

He had to compromise, "One month. If you stab yourself to death now, I will detonate the bomb immediately and turn Leng Beichen into ashes."

Mo Yan bit her lower lip tightly, "Two months, the bottom line."

"You can't make out with him, I'll keep an eye on you all the time."

Nan Muyan's temples "chug" and kept jumping, "This is also my bottom line."

"I'm suffering from senile disease, without him, I will die soon."

Mo Yan thought to herself, during this time, if Leng Beichen didn't come to love her every day, she might not survive a week.

Nan Muyan narrowed his eyes, with anger flowing in his eyes, "You are a genius doctor, you use this kind of nonsense to lie to me?"

"I've been aging for two years, and it wasn't until I got back together with Leng Beichen that I regained my youthful body functions.

But in doing so, my senile disease has been exacerbated, and now I may not survive a week or two without him.If you don't believe me, check it. "

While Mo Yan was speaking, she was always paying attention to Nan Muyan's actions, and did not dare to relax at all.

Having been with Leng Beichen for a long time, she knows that these people with strong martial arts will always attack quickly when others are not prepared.

Seeing that she was heavily guarded and worried about her safety, Nan Muyan couldn't take off her silver needle, so he had no choice but to give up this idea.

He dialed out the phone and communicated with his subordinates in a foreign language.

After a while, he confirmed that Mo Yan was indeed suffering from this aging disease, and it would be fatal.

He put down his phone, "With me here, you won't grow old. I love you more than him."

"No." Mo Yan's little head shook like a rattle,
"I can't accept other men. That day I had an attack of aging, knowing that just finding a man can bring me back to life, I would rather wait to die."

"I'm not any other man, I'm your justifiable man. When we were young, we had already made a baby kiss." Nan Muyan was so angry that his whole body's muscles tensed.

With a sound of "Boom!", he punched the bedside table, and the bedside table instantly turned into sawdust.

Mo Yan clenched her teeth tightly, trembling with fear.

His internal strength was indeed comparable to that of Leng Beichen, both of whom had exceptionally gifted physiques.

"Doll... dear? It's the 21st century, and this is still popular?"

Baby kissing is a bad habit in China. Could it be that the head of the ISIR organization is a Chinese?
She looked carefully at the Nanmu eaves.

Because of his tall stature, sharp facial features, yellowish hair with natural curls, and clear brown eyes, these appearance features make one think he is of European and American mixed race.

But if you take a closer look, his facial features are very delicate, his skin is fair and delicate, his thin lips are sexy and slightly raised, and he has the delicateness of an oriental person.

The point is that his thoughts have the feudal machismo revealed in the bones of Chinese men.

What age is it, and she is still bound by the doll's mother? Even if she made a promise to him when she was a child, isn't that also a thing of adolescence?
She has already married a woman and a mother now, but he is so persistent that she can't let go of it.

Looking at the man in front of him, Leng Beichen's evil and charming smile flashed in Mo Yan's mind.

Slowly, the man in front of him overlapped with Leng Beichen.

Mo Yan shook her head, feeling strange, why did she look more and more like Leng Beichen?
But Leng Beichen's hair and eyes were pure black.

"Your mother is Chinese?"

"My parents are both Chinese."

Nan Muyan took out a jade pendant from his waist, "This is our token of love. These years, this jade pendant has never left me for a moment."

The corner of Mo Yan's mouth twitched slightly, this matter is absolutely true.

She also has this jade pendant, thinking it is a relic left by her mother, she has always treasured it, and is not willing to wear it.

"Heh~~ I can't tell, you are young and quite traditional." Mo Yan smiled uglier than crying.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, "Tell me, will I have a twin sister who was lost since childhood, and she is the one who ordered you a baby kiss?"

"Don't try to play tricks, how can you have a twin sister? You are an only daughter." Nan Muyan vetoed it.

Mo Yan, "..." Hope is shattered.

"You know my parents? Who are they?"

Nan Muyan put away the jade pendant and carefully hid it in his waist, "Your grandfather Wu Hongxin is a tycoon, and your mother Wu Yannan is a socialite."

Mo Yan took a tight breath, "And then?"

Nan Muyan's handsome face moved closer, "Then? Just give me a kiss, and I'll tell you."

Mo Yan, "..." She can't kiss another man.

"Forget it, I'll investigate by myself." Mo Yan put aside her jade-white face and refused to look at him.

"How hard can it be to kiss me? OK, if you don't kiss me, then I will kiss you."

Nan Muyan's big palm straightened her small face, and her thin lips pressed against her pink lips.

The masculine breath sprayed down, and Mo Yan was startled, she couldn't let him kiss her!

"Don't!" she yelled, "I, I am also a very traditional woman.

I have a husband, and our marriage is protected by the law, so I can't violate women's morals, and I can't have any ambiguity with other men. I would rather die than have any physical contact with you. "

Nan Muyan stopped moving, and she threatened him with death again.

But he was threatened by her, "then divorce immediately."

"It's agreed, two months." Mo Yan bit the bullet, and did not let go for two months.

Nan Muyan was so angry that his heart fluctuated, "Okay, I will give you two months.

During the two months, you must divorce the marriage, and after two months, marry me immediately. "

Mo Yan's long eyelashes trembled non-stop, and a thick layer of water vapor formed in his eyes.

The word "divorce" was like a sharp knife piercing her heart and lungs, making her tremble with pain.

This marriage is bound to be divorced.

After the time bomb in Leng Beichen's head is dismantled, she will withdraw from his life, and he will start his life again.

"Okay, I'll get a divorce."

"You are not allowed to sleep with Leng Beichen. Don't think we can't find out, you can delay the onset of aging just by kissing him." Nan Muyan's face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out water.

Mo Yan clenched her teeth, "Okay, I promise you. Then can you let me go?"