Chapter 1615 Wonderful Presentation

Chapter 36 Wonderful Presentation

Upon hearing this, Yan Beicheng simply withdrew his hands, put all his weight on her body, and ignored her words with a stubborn snort.

childish.

Mo Shanghua stayed silently, cursing in her heart, not wanting to mess around with him any longer, put both hands on his chest, and raised her hand to push him away.

Unexpectedly, just as she was about to get up, Yan Beicheng somehow pulled her into his arms with a hook of his long arm, and fell heavily on his chest.

Mo Shanghua suddenly felt a sense of insecurity in her heart, subconsciously hit his chest with her elbow, stood up, clenched her right hand, and hit his fair right cheek.

Yan Beicheng's fair right cheek instantly became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he couldn't help howling in pain.

Qin Lin, who was hiding outside the door and eavesdropping, heard about it, and quickly described it to Qin Ya, and the two were completely relieved, but they secretly broke into a cold sweat for Yan Beicheng.

As for the other servants, the expressions on their faces were suddenly extremely subtle, and they quickly pricked up their ears, quietly paying attention to the movement outside.

The situation inside was reversed at this time.

Yan Beicheng let out a dismal howl, and somehow, he pulled Moshang Huala back for no apparent reason, and put her on his body again.

Mo Shanghua raised her eyes and looked at Yan Beicheng who was pressing on her, feeling a little impatient in her heart, this time she unceremoniously shook him up with her palm, then grabbed her by the collar, and with one force, pulled him up. He fell off the bed.

Yan Beicheng fell to the ground, and there was another burst of howling, which made the servants outside the room laugh.

Mo Shanghua had sharp eyes and ears, and listened to the suppressed smile outside, her ears blushed for no reason, and she didn't want to get entangled with Yan Beicheng, so she hurriedly turned over from the bed, and was about to leave with big strides.

But the next moment, that tall figure rushed over!

He pressed Mo Shanghua's thin shoulders, and pulled the belt back hard.

Mo Shanghua's expression changed!

She didn't feel his footsteps just now, so she didn't have time to dodge. Such force made her take a step back and staggered.

With just a staggering effort, Yan Beicheng somehow got to her side, his right foot circled behind her left foot, and with a slight hook, Mo Shanghua might as well, and his body immediately flew backwards.

There was a slight wind in her ears, Mo Shanghua raised her eyes and looked out of the corner of her eye, Yan Beicheng's unattractive face, she suddenly raised her thin white fingers, tightly grasping his clothes collar.

In the next moment, both of them fell to the ground together.

It's okay for Mo Shanghua to make this human flesh mat, but Yan Beicheng, who obviously had nothing to do, started crying and howling like ghosts and wolves, completely unmanly.

Mo Shanghua felt upset, so she simply kicked Yan Beicheng on the jaw, making him scream even more miserable.

Yan Beicheng yelled twice, then crawled over as if revenge, and got entangled with Mo Shanghua again.

His movements were chaotic, but for some unknown reason, he always suppressed Mo Shanghua inexplicably.

For a while, the two actually entangled and fought for a long time.

Mo Shanghua can't keep up with her physical strength now, and she feels a little exhausted after such a short effort.

Fortunately, Yan Beicheng couldn't hold it anymore, and with his bruised nose and swollen cheeks, he fell to the ground out of breath, and yelled weakly: "No more beatings, no more beatings, I'm exhausted to death."

Seeing this, Mo Shanghua also went down the steps, and lay down beside him weakly, gasping for breath.

While resting, she couldn't help thinking secretly.

Her martial arts are not bad, but Yan Beicheng, who has no martial arts and only came here with brute force, how could he check and balance with her for so long.

This alone was enough for her to confirm that he was by no means as simple as he appeared on the surface.

While thinking about it, she couldn't help turning her eyes to look at Moshang Hua, and there was a faint color in her watery eyes.

She suddenly thought that instead of holding back her edge and going to play games with Yan Beicheng, she might as well cooperate with him directly, borrowing his name as King Yu, to pave the way for herself in a fair and honest way, so that she wouldn't have to worry about it.

Of course, she wouldn't just take advantage of Yan Beicheng, she believed that this would be a mutually beneficial transaction, and she was confident that Yan Beicheng would not refuse.

Although she had already made a decision in her heart, Mo Shanghua still had some doubts in her heart, and she couldn't help turning her eyes to Yan Beicheng who was lying beside her, with a hint of complexity in her eyes.

Yan Beicheng seemed to sense her gaze, and couldn't help turning his head, "What are you doing looking at me like this, could it be that there are some flowers on my face?"

flower?

Hearing this, Mo Shanghua couldn't help but glance at his cheeks.

Originally, his face had an unattractive bloody birthmark on it, but now it was swollen and bruised and purple because of her cursing and kicking just now, it really looked like a five-color palette, full of splendor.

Mo Shanghua couldn't help laughing suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

Hearing this, Yan Beicheng hurriedly raised his hand to touch his cheek, and just when his hand touched his chin, he cried out in pain.

Seeing this, Mo Shanghua smiled even more happily, and her eyebrows and eyes were also curved.

Yan Beicheng's painful facial features were all tangled together, but he still managed to open his eyes to look at Moshanghua. Seeing her smiling so happily, he couldn't get angry for some reason.

"You ugly woman, you rarely laugh like this."

Indeed, it looks much better than a blank face.

He sighed slightly in his heart, but his face was filled with the opposite puzzlement.

Mo Shanghua's lips curved slightly, and she couldn't help being stunned.

She hasn't heard such words for a long time. It turns out that she really hasn't laughed so presumptuously for a long time.

"Hey, this king is praising you. What kind of attitude do you have?" Yan Beicheng propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her with dissatisfaction.

Mo Shanghua looked up at his bruised and swollen face, was silent for a while, and then turned her head to the side, "Oh."

"You!" Yan Beicheng was angry, stared at her for a while, gritted his teeth, then let out a sigh of relief, and lay back lazily again, "It's really boring."

Mo Shanghua really didn't understand, stared at the hanging beam above her head for a long time, then sat up suddenly, and looked at Yan Beicheng lying on the ground seriously, "I have a business and want to talk to you."

Yan Beicheng lazily raised his eyelids, and glanced at Mo Shanghua, "What kind of business are you talking about with me, I have nothing for you."

There was a hint of interest in the bottom of the clear eyes.