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

Mo Yan was yelled at by Leng Beichen, trembling, squeezing her upper and lower teeth,
"Love……"

She instinctively wanted to say that it was Leng Beichen who loved her, but she swallowed the words abruptly.

At this time, it's not the time to talk about love or not, it's important to help him save his life.

"Mo - Yan -, you are not allowed to love others!"

Leng Beichen roared angrily, and suddenly became ruthless, pushing out a huge wind force with his big palm.

The internal force is like an atomic bomb suddenly launched, hitting Nanmuyan directly at the speed of light.

Caught off guard, Nan Muyan's tall and straight body trembled violently, "Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from between his thin lips.

He widened his brown eyes in surprise, unable to believe that he had actually lost.

It was he who underestimated the enemy.

After leaving the mountain, when other members of the ISIR organization mentioned Leng Beichen, everyone felt a headache, and knew that Leng Beichen was not a mediocre person.

But he didn't expect that Leng Beichen would be so black-bellied.

Leng Beichen, while controlling his internal strength, appeared to be evenly matched with him, and occasionally showed weakness, misleading the other party's judgment and making the other party take it lightly.

On the other side, Leng Beichen was secretly accumulating strength, and when the opponent thought he was about to win, he suddenly launched a full-strength attack.

A person with this kind of ability must have very strong internal strength, a very deep city, and rich combat experience. Leng Beichen possesses all three.

Now he suddenly exerted all his strength, and the force that erupted was astonishing.

Leng Beichen didn't give Nanmuyan the slightest chance to breathe, and launched equally ferocious attacks one after another, forcing Nanmuyan to retreat step by step.

The soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground and quickly slid back, and the ground he slid over almost burst into sparks.

"Ah, you vomit blood!"

Mo Yan's gaze touched the scarlet blood at the corner of Nan Muyan's mouth, his pupils constricted for a while, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

It was she who owed him, and she felt guilty.

Without even thinking about it, she shouted to Nan Muyan, "Nan Muyan, hurry up."

Hearing that Mo Yan was concerned about Nan Muyan at the moment of the life and death of the two men, Leng Beichen's deep black eyes were full of violent wind and waves, but the sadness in his heart was more than anger.

He and Mo Yan have been separated and reunited for nearly five years from her to the present. Is it because the fate has not yet come, or has it come to an end?
With a distraction, a bloody smell rose from Leng Beichen's throat.

With the enemy in sight, he swallowed back the bloody blood forcefully, and stared at Nanmuyan with his cold and secretive black eyes like knives, without relaxing for a moment.

After all, Nan Muyan was young, and when he met Leng Beichen, a black-bellied opponent who was good at disguising, he failed to realize that Leng Beichen's body was in a strange state.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Swallow, wait for me..."

As soon as the words fell, he stomped his feet suddenly and walked away.

But before he left, he didn't intend to make Leng Beichen feel better.

"Leng Beichen, you used your true energy to activate the time bomb in your head ahead of time. You are not far from death."

"Heh~~ Uncle, just accept your fate obediently, what kind of man are you living under the protection of a woman?"

Nanmuyan's words echoed in the bamboo forest, like a spell, causing Mo Yan's little heart to sink to the bottom of the valley.

The time bomb in Leng Beichen's mind started ahead of schedule!
That means, all her hard work was in vain?Leng Beichen will die soon?

Mo Yan, who had experienced life and death, collapsed instantly at the thought of Leng Beichen's death, and burst into tears with a "wow".

Leng Beichen was stunned, it was the first time he saw Mo Yan crying like a child.

He thought she was crying for Nan Muyan's injury, and besides his heartache, he also cried for his beloved woman.

He took Mo Yan into his arms, "Don't cry, maybe I can help you..." They said.

Before he finished speaking against his will, the blood he had been suppressing overflowed from his lips, flowed down the corner of his mouth, and dripped onto Mo Yan's arm.

Mo Yan felt a strange heat on his arm, and a bloody smell came from the tip of his nose.

She slowly raised her arm, her pupils constricted for a while, "Chen, are you bleeding? Sit down quickly, and I'll take a look for you."

"I'm fine..." Leng Beichen was injured by internal force backlash.

Mo Yan asked him to sit down and help him get the needle to expel the blood stasis.

Seeing Mo Yan's expression of concern and tension, Leng Beichen narrowed his black eyes slightly, "You still seem to care about me."

"Hush! Don't talk." Mo Yan's thoughts at the moment are all on Leng Beichen's injury.

When they were fighting, they used their mobile phone to illuminate the light. At this moment, the battery of the mobile phone was almost exhausted, and the light was very weak. She had to concentrate on groping the gangster Leng Beichen and administering the needles.

Seeing that Mo Yan was more nervous than himself, Leng Beichen's eyes became secretive.

He was never one to be passively beaten.

His woman, he would never watch other men snatch her away, and it was even more impossible for him to have such lofty sentiments as fulfilling other people's love.

He was born with a black belly, and when he opened his cold and thin lips, it was a strategy,
"I have only one request before I die."

"Don't talk nonsense, I won't let you die." Mo Yan swallowed tears.

She had reflected on it, she shouldn't have lost control of her emotions just now, her crying would only make Leng Beichen more pessimistic and desperate.

How could she have imagined that Leng Beichen thought she was crying for Nanmuyan.

"Promise me, otherwise I don't want you to treat me." Leng Beichen changed his domineering and strong manner in the past, and adopted a shameless way.

"Ans...promise what?" Mo Yan recovered after hearing "no treatment", and raised her eyes in surprise.

Leng Beichen lowered his long eyelashes to conceal the complex emotions in his eyes, "Promise me, you will stay with me until I die."

He knew that it was very selfish to force Mo Yan to stay by his side, but he never wanted to be some kind of bullshit noble person.

Leng Beichen never did the kind of tear-making stories on TV where he was terminally ill and concealed his condition, and deliberately broke up with his beloved.

"You must stay with me without distractions, and you can't think about that hairless kid."

"Okay." Mo Yan didn't feel that it was against harmony at all.

She thought that Leng Beichen was going to say something serious, but she wanted to stay with him and try her best to resolve the bomb crisis.

Seeing Mo Yan's willingness to agree, Leng Beichen felt slightly relieved when he sank to the bottom of the valley, "You think I'm old..." So, cheating?

In the second half of the sentence, he kept his mouth shut and didn't say it so blatantly.

"Huh?" Mo Yan was confused, "How old are you? You're only three years older than me. A third-year male, holding a golden brick."

Leng Beichen raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and he actually fell in love with that brat.

Call him uncle?His uncle, next time he will press that kid's head and let him call him grandpa.

Mo Yan used the last bit of battery to call Chen Yuhuan for help, then sat quietly beside Leng Beichen, snuggling up to his side.

Her little head raced against the clock to think of a way, what can I do to get Nan Muyan to come up with a way to crack the bomb?
"That's because you don't have feelings for me anymore..." So, cheating?

Leng Beichen was suddenly cold, and asked another question in his heart.

But for the second half of the sentence, he was afraid that Mo Yan would be forced away by his poisonous tongue, so he never said it.

He spoke vaguely, causing Mo Yan, who was wholeheartedly thinking of a solution, to be puzzled all the time, "What does it feel like?"

"Come here." Leng Beichen saw the woman's silly face, her stinky face was lost in the night.

Mo Yan moved in front of him without knowing why, and observed his handsome face through the night light, "Are you feeling unwell again?"

Suddenly, the back of her head tightened, and was firmly held by Leng Beichen's big palm.

His handsome face moved forward, meeting Mo Yan's eyes, breathing intertwined.

Originally, when they reached this state, they would call each other and enter the state.

But at this moment, the woman in front of her touched his forehead and took his pulse.
"Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Yan's nerves were tense, he was only worried about Leng Beichen's condition, racked his brains to deal with the bomb in his head, and couldn't think about anything else at all.

"I just dredged the retrograde qi and blood for you, so there shouldn't be any more blood gushing out from the tendons."

Leng Beichen felt overwhelmed, he had done enough express and hints, and even took the initiative to pose, but Mo Yan didn't express at all.

Does she really have no feelings for him?

No, this is absolutely not true, it must be because Mo Yan was bewitched by that brat that he has no feelings for him.

He must make Mo Yan regain his feelings for him.

Thinking of this, Leng Beichen grabbed her little hand that was stroking around to prevent her from moving, "I feel very uncomfortable."

"What? The lesion went to the heart again?"

Mo Yan's hands were imprisoned by Leng Beichen, and he simply lowered his head to his heart and listened carefully.

"Really, the rhythm of the heartbeat is messed up. Could it be that the internal force hurt the heart just now and caused the arrhythmia?"

Leng Beichen, "..."

She couldn't tell that it was because he was so close to her, the feeling was too strong, causing her heart to beat wildly?

This means that in her eyes, he is just a patient, nothing more?

Leng Beichen's aggressive personality made him refuse to admit defeat, and he suddenly pushed with his big palm, pushing the defenseless woman to the ground.

His back suddenly hit the ground, and Mo Yan grinned in pain, "Why did you push me all of a sudden?"

Before he finished speaking, Leng Beichen bent down and covered her under his tall body.

"I feel that lying on my stomach will make my heart feel better."

Mo Yan, "..." But she was not feeling well, her back was pressed against the ground, it was cold and cramped, and it was painful.

"Okay, I'll be more comfortable if you put it on. Although I'm thin, I should still be softer than the ground." For the sake of Leng Beichen's health, Mo Yan told herself, why not sacrifice my back?

"..." Leng Beichen was speechless, completely defeated by her.

"If you say, I'm a little cold and I need to borrow your clothes, what do you think?"

Mo Yan, what does "???" mean?
Seeing that Mo Yan was still indifferent to his initiative, Leng Beichen pursed his thin lips tightly.

He just got into a fight with her today, and he insisted on testing out how she felt about him.

"I want you to take it off, nothing left."

Mo Yan's pupils trembled, and she instinctively grabbed her collar, "Here?"