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

Leng Beichen's slender fingertips pinched Mo Yanying's white and jade-like face, suddenly lowered his head, and kissed her wet little face.

His soft and thin lips gently kissed the crystal teardrops hanging on her little face.

Mo Yan knew that she couldn't resist any tenderness from him, and obediently let him kiss her like a kitten.

But the closer he was to her, the more she couldn't stop crying.

In the end, like a flood that broke its embankment, tears gushed out.

Leng Beichen's delicate chin rested on her shoulder, licking her small earlobe lightly,

"Baby, stop crying, I'm sorry."

Mo Yan thought he was hallucinating, so he apologized to her?
"You really know you're wrong?" Mo Yan couldn't believe it.

A few hours ago, this man had someone drug her to kill the baby. How could he know his mistake so quickly?
"Yeah." Leng Beichen was really not used to apologizing.

Born with arrogance, he felt that apologizing was harder than dying.

"What's wrong?"

Unexpectedly, the woman would still be reluctant, Leng Beichen thought about it carefully,
"Weak protection for you."

Mo Yan, "..." Thank goodness he didn't harm her baby, she didn't expect him to protect her at all.

She put her hand against Leng Beichen's handsome shoulder, angrily, "You're perfunctory."

"Don't you see that I'm sincere?"

Leng Beichen tightened his powerful arms, and held the woman tightly in his arms, preventing her from tossing around.

"sincere?"

There was a mocking cold arc on Mo Yan's lips, and she sniffed, "Sincerely take away the baby in my stomach?"

Leng Beichen, "..."

In Leng Beichen's concept, Mo Yan wanted to get rid of the baby from the beginning to the end.

He has mistakenly believed that the last baby was because Mo Yan did not love him, so she had an abortion when she was in the capital.

So, this time, he did everything possible to prevent Mo Yan from having another abortion.

Now, why did he suddenly want to take away the baby?

But his mind was spinning fast.

"You want the baby to be born safely?"

"Nonsense! What mommy doesn't want her baby to be safe and healthy?"

Mo Yan was evasive before and did not dare to take the initiative to bring up the topic of the baby, because he was afraid of reminding him and speeding up his actions that were not good for the baby.

Now that the matter has come to this, she simply opened the skylight to speak frankly.

"Leng Beichen, I've made up my mind. If you only want the big ones and not the small ones, then you will never get the big ones."

Mo Yan swears, every word.

The more you think, the more angry you are.

She raised her fist and smashed the man's strong chest, but her hand hurt.

When Leng Beichen heard that she cared about the baby, the haze in his heart disappeared.

His big palm held her small hand in his palm,

"Baby, it's not what you think, go back and explain to you."

"No, I'm almost pissed off."

As soon as Mo Yan got angry, she forgot her previous fears and worries, and instead got angry.

"Let me go!" She shook off Leng Beichen's hand suddenly, resisting to leave his embrace.

Seeing that Mo Yan didn't give him face at all, Leng Beichen's temper that had been suppressed for a long time revived again,

"Am I not angry?"

"Why are you so angry?" Mo Yan almost laughed out of anger.

Is he angry, tired of catching her?
Leng Beichen clenched his teeth, "Su Haoran kissed you, do you think I won't settle the debt with you?"

"..."

Mo Yan was speechless for a while, "It's just a kiss on the forehead, does that count?"

Leng Beichen's handsome face quickly darkened, and he could barely squeeze water.

"Do you think it doesn't matter? You don't care if other women kiss my forehead?"

Mo Yan, "..." That won't work!

It would make her sad to think of other women kissing him, even if it was just on the forehead.

Just as she was thinking about how to respond to him, suddenly, her eyes dimmed.

Leng Beichen's handsome face magnified infinitely before his eyes.

Mo Yan instinctively turned her face aside.

Now that both of them are angry, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, she has no interest in having a romantic relationship with him at all.

But in the next moment, there was a burst of warmth on both sides of her small face.

Leng Beichen's slender and beautiful big hands held her face, and forcefully straightened her small face.

The thin lips covered it domineeringly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Mo Yan was dumbfounded.

Leng Beichen's kiss this time was wild and domineering!
It was very different from the previous kisses.

With an irresistible strength, it almost devoured and plundered her.

She didn't know that Leng Beichen was afraid of scaring her away after losing her memory, so she kept hiding her true nature.

Every time he kissed, he restrained himself and tried to be gentle with her.

But this time, the woman was frightened and disobedient, and thinking of Su Haoran kissing her, he felt like a stick in his throat.

If he didn't kiss Mo Yan in front of Su Haoran, his surname would not be Leng.

Mo Yan was kissed until the bottom of Mo Yan's eyes sparkled, and her little face was flushed red.

Leng Beichen was so domineering and forceful that she couldn't breathe, her head was starved of oxygen, and she lost the energy to think...

"It turned out that Zorro was played by Mr. Leng. My God, Mrs. Leng is so happy."

"Mr. Leng is so romantic, they are simply a model of love."

"If someone would pretend to be Zoro and kiss me, I would die."

The girls were crazily envious of Mo Yan.

Only two meters away from Mo Yan and the others, two pairs of dark eyes stared angrily at Mo Yan.

This masquerade party is Tiancheng's annual grand ceremony, and most of the young and rich second-generation people in the upper-class social circle will come to participate.

Naturally, Mo Xiaodie and Leng Siyan would not miss this occasion.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin appeared on the way.

Not to mention Mo Yan's arrival, it also provoked Leng Beichen, making Mo Yan the envy of all the women present.

"She came here on purpose to show off?" Mo Xiaodie couldn't see Mo Yanhao.

Seeing that she was spoiled by Leng Beichen, Mo Xiaodie gritted her teeth, as if she was the one who fell out of favor.

Leng Siyan was even more furious,
"Big brother Beichen has always sneered at masquerade parties, despising the childishness of this circle.

This time, he actually dressed himself up as Zorro for her, he was really fascinated by Mo Yan. "

Mo Xiaodie suddenly thought, "Why hasn't the baby in her stomach fallen? Didn't you say you saw blood?"

After Leng Siyan received the maid's report that Mo Yan saw blood and was sent to the hospital, she happily attended the masquerade party with Mo Xiaodie.

Therefore, they had no knowledge of what was happening in the hospital.

"The maid clearly said that she saw blood, and I called her to ask her, how dare she lie to me?"

Leng Siyan was about to call the maid to question her when Leng Beichen's words came over.
"This time, I have found out who was behind the scenes that caused you to almost have an abortion..."

Leng Siyan's scalp went numb for a moment, and the phone in his hand slipped to the ground.

"How to do?"

She grabbed Mo Xiaodie's arm, her face behind the peacock feather mask turned pale.

Mo Xiaodie knew that once Leng Siyan was exposed, she would be exposed too.

After all, she encouraged Leng Siyan to do all these conspiracies.

"Shh, we are wearing masks anyway, they don't know our real identity, let's listen to what he has to say first."

Mo Yan was let go by Leng Beichen, and finally managed to catch his breath.

She took a few deep breaths of fresh air before regaining her ability to think, "Aren't you the one behind the scenes?"

"How could I harm my baby? Do you think I'm so inhuman?"

Leng Beichen's deep black eyes showed a trace of aggrieved, Mo Yan misunderstood him too deeply.

"Your baby?" Mo Yan was completely confused.

She is Huadie, she is Su Aiyan, and she is a double, didn't he already know it?

Is it because he got into the drama too deeply and regarded her as the real Mo Yan, or did he really think she was the real Mo Yan?
"Mr. Leng, are you sure this is your baby?" Mo Yan asked again tentatively.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You have no other man from the beginning to the end. You can only have my baby in your belly."

Leng Beichen paused, and a look of awkwardness appeared on his handsome face.

His arrogant and noble blood makes his feudal roots of machismo more serious than ordinary men, so he definitely has no habit of being a cheap father to others.

Leng Beichen told the truth, "I checked the time with a doctor, and it is exactly the same as our time."

Mo Yan, "..." With that said, he believed that she was the real Mo Yan.

If Leng Beichen believed that the baby was his own, then he would not harm his baby.

She was temporarily relieved of danger.

"But who the hell is killing the baby?

That person put Chinese herbal extracts that are contraindicated for pregnant women in my blood swallow, and also put tire-slip aromatherapy in our bedroom, so vicious. "

Leng Beichen's black eyes leaked a little bit of cold light, and his thin lips were tightly pursed into a cold straight line,

"It's Siyan. Don't worry, I'll let that girl give you an explanation and teach her a lesson."

Leng Beichen's words fell into Leng Siyan's ears verbatim.

With a "plop", her legs and feet went limp, and she slumped to the ground.

Red lips faded...