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

Mo Yan understood what Leng Beichen meant, and touched his forehead in disbelief,

"Are you confused? You just consumed a lot of internal energy and caused yourself internal injuries. Can you still have the strength to think about such things?"

Three black lines appeared on Leng Beichen's forehead, "Are you rejecting me?"

"Of course, give me peace of mind, do you really think you are omnipotent?" Mo Yan really didn't understand this man.

In the bathroom today, she had already helped him once, and she swore secretly that she would never indulge him again.

It turned out that only a few hours later, in the harsh environment of the bamboo forest, he still had the face to ask for intercourse.

Mo Yan's eyes turned, and she made a sudden move. Taking advantage of Leng Beichen's unpreparedness, she pierced Leng Beichen's acupuncture point with a single needle.
"You see, I usually can't sneak attack you at all, but now you are so weak that I, a weak woman, can easily succeed."

She was sincerely interested in Leng Beichen, but in the eyes of the man, she felt that she was clearly looking for an excuse to refuse his love.

"Then kiss." If Leng Beichen had been pricked by her at ordinary times, he could easily break the seal on the acupuncture point with his internal force.

But today, he did consume a lot of internal energy, and it is not appropriate to damage the fundamentals of his body for such a trivial matter.

He compromised, "You can't refuse me again for such a small request."

"Okay, you have to keep your word." Mo Yan couldn't laugh or cry, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

Shouldn't the top priority be to help him solve the time bomb problem in his mind?
"I've been overwhelmed by you, so I still have a choice?" Leng Beichen was very dissatisfied.

He didn't want Mo Yan to be perfunctory, and there was an awkward expression on his pale handsome face, "When kissing, you must feel it carefully."

Mo Yan, "..." When did she stop being serious?
Seeing that Leng Beichen was pressing down on her small body, she didn't intend to move her position, so she reached out and hooked his neck.

The little face lifted slightly, biting his blood-stained thin lips.

Mo Yan gnawed softly for a while, feeling a burst of surprise in her heart.

The dog man is still motionless, waiting for her to come?
Even though they are old couples and they have been intimate with each other many times, she is usually attacked by him domineeringly and forcefully, and the number of times she took the initiative is very few.

Therefore, facing the sculpture-like man, Mo Yan became green instead, with no skills at all.

She clumsily pried open his lips and teeth, licked him weakly, and couldn't help muttering in her heart——

She pierced his acupuncture points, only restricting him from using his internal strength, but it didn't prevent him from kissing.

Why is he motionless?
After kissing carelessly for a while, Mo Yan withdrew to take a big breath of fresh air,

"Okay, you go down first, wait a while for them to come, it's not good to see us like this."

Leng Beichen, "..." Her tone seemed to be a routine.

"How do you feel?" Leng Beichen's pale handsome face was slightly hot.

Although Mo Yan's movements are very young, chaotic, and even routine, he still feels extremely strong.

He needs a strong mind to control himself, which is not easy.

Therefore, he expects Mo Yan to have the same feeling towards him.

At least half of what he feels, right?

He compromised with himself, as long as Mo Yan answered that she felt good, he would let her go.

Leng Beichen stared at Mo Yan with dark eyes, waiting for her answer seriously.

"I feel the smell of blood in my mouth. When they come, let's rinse our mouths quickly."

As Mo Yan answered, she stretched out her pale jade fingers to wipe away the blood that had dried up at the corner of Leng Beichen's mouth.

"Mo, Yan!" Leng Beichen growled in a low voice, his voice was shockingly hoarse.

He was completely defeated by her.

He didn't understand that although they were old couples, they really spent only a handful of time together.

What's more, his charm index is the top among men, how can she be so indifferent to him that she doesn't feel it?
"Hush! It seems that someone is coming."

How did Mo Yan know that in Leng Beichen's heart, her ears were filled with the "huhu" night wind and the "shuashua" friction of bamboo leaves, and she vaguely felt the sound of footsteps coming from far and near.

Leng Beichen didn't care about this, he pinched Mo Yan's cheek with his big palm, straightened her, and suddenly bowed his head, crushing her soft lips.

"Hmm~~" Mo Yan found out that he didn't know when he started to like his strength.

As soon as he took the initiative, the body temperature between each other obviously rose rapidly.

While worrying about someone coming to see them making out, at the same time, they are addicted to each other's taste, unable to extricate themselves.

The night breeze is blowing, and the feeling of using the sky as a quilt and the ground as a mat seems to be extra exciting and very strong.

Mo Yan was so kissed that her starry eyes were foggy, and her small mouth was moist and red.

When she was panting, Leng Beichen asked again, "How do you feel now?"

Mo Yan's thick long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her little face was flushed.

Of course, I feel ecstasy and want to fall in love with him forever.

She was about to answer when there was a sound of sonorous footsteps.

A group of single dog bodyguards rushed over untimely,
"Master, young mistress, are you all right? Which bastard did it?
It's so despicable and shameless to take advantage of the young master's major surgery. Let's seek revenge from him! "

Mo Yan's face tightened slightly, the time bomb in Leng Beichen's head started ahead of time, and there was no time to delay, she had to ask Nanmuyan to relieve Leng Beichen's crisis tomorrow morning.

"Don't be impulsive, let's talk about revenge later."

She couldn't explain the reason in a few words, so she had to stop the bodyguards to take revenge.

Seeing Mo Yan's obstruction, Leng Beichen's thin lips curled up with bitterness, "I can't bear to—" That brat?
Mo Yan thought that Leng Beichen was asking about his reluctance to die, so he responded unpreparedly, "Well, of course I don't want to."

……

In the car, the air seemed to stop flowing, and the atmosphere fell into a dead silence.

Leng Beichen's handsome face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out, his thin lips were tightly pursed into a cold straight line, and there was a gloomy and gloomy aura about his body.

He neither held Mo Yan's hand as usual, nor hugged her, but sat down by the side window of the car in a rebellious posture, like an ice sculpture.

Mo Yan didn't know that she had triggered Leng Beichen's pain point, and thought he was suffering from internal injuries, so she moved to Leng Beichen's side, "Chen, are you still not feeling well?"

Leng Beichen still pursed his thin lips tightly, remained silent, and subconsciously distanced himself from her.

The bodyguard who was driving felt something was wrong with Leng Beichen and thought he was seriously injured.

"Master, young mistress, are you going back to the hospital?"

Mo Yan: "Go back to the hospital."

Leng Beichen: "Go back to the company."

The two responded at the same time, but the answers were different. It seemed that even the tacit understanding between each other had disappeared.

The bodyguard who was driving didn't know who to listen to, but he felt that Leng Beichen should heal and recuperate at this time.

"Master, your body is important."

Leng Beichen's well-defined handsome face became colder and darker, his jaw line was tense, his deep black eyes were extremely sharp and cold,
"Go back to the company, tell all the brothers to gather at the company now, deploy overnight, and dig the hairless boy out three feet into the ground for me to dig out—"

With a tense voice, he paused word by word, "Break, corpse, ten thousand, Duan!"

"Yes, master." The bodyguard driving the car was unambiguous at all, and really contacted Chen Yuhuan immediately to send out a notice.

Mo Yan gasped when he heard Leng Beichen's bloodthirsty words "broken corpse into ten thousand pieces".

It turned out that he already hated Nan Muyan deeply.

However, if it turned into a situation of conflict, no matter how much she begged Nan Muyan, he would not defuse the bomb for Leng Beichen.

Wouldn't this hurt both sides?
No, she wanted to prevent Leng Beichen from intensifying the conflict, and now the most important thing was to save his life.

Mo Yan's eyes rolled, and she threw herself into Leng Beichen's arms regardless of the presence of bodyguards.

Her small face as white as jade rubbed against his neck, holding her voice softly,
"Chen, shall we go back to the hospital? It's a big deal, and it's not as important as rest. I want to hug you to sleep, otherwise I won't sleep well, and I will have dark circles and wrinkles tomorrow."

In normal times, acting like a baby would definitely work for Leng Beichen.

But now that he was angry, and the notice for all the bodyguards to gather for a meeting had been sent out, Mo Yan didn't know if her blunt coquettish technique would work, Mo Yan didn't know.

She raised her small face, her starry eyes stared straight at Leng Beichen's deep and three-dimensional handsome face, anxiously waiting for his response...