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

Leng Beichen came out of the bathroom with the fragrance of the bath, and Mo Yan lowered his eyelids, not daring to look at his alluring appearance.

"I want to wash for nothing." She lowered her head and rushed into the bathroom, closing the door hastily.

Standing under the shower, the water sprayed down from the top of her head, Mo Yan wiped the water from her face, feeling extremely annoyed.

"You can't call the police, right? Pretend to be sick? Call Gong Mengxi?"

She tried several ways but was rejected by her.

Leng Beichen is very powerful, and these little tricks can't trouble him at all.

She also can't confront him head-on, otherwise, if his terrifying inner strength goes wild, wouldn't she be courting death?
There was a knock on the bathroom door, and Leng Beichen's pleasant but impatient voice came in.

"You want me to go in and wash it for you? If you don't come out again, it will be dawn."

Mo Yan's ink was so smeared that she couldn't drag it on any longer, so she walked out of the bathroom helplessly rubbing her wet long hair.

The man actually stood at the door to welcome her.

"Mr. Leng, how can you be a pug and bow down under my pomegranate skirt?"

Mo Yan wanted to use her poisonous tongue to persuade him to give up the idea of ​​touching her.

Wasn't he very angry when he was said to be a dog man last time?

This time, he was ridiculed by her as a "pug dog", so he should be furious, right?
Leng Beichen's deep black eyes fell on her delicate skin with pink luster, and her Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Her long wet hair was draped over her shoulders, making her porcelain white face rosy and full of sweetness.

The large bathrobe couldn't hide her beautiful curves, and the two long legs exposed were white and straight.

There was a surge of heat in his lower abdomen, his fair complexion was slightly flushed,
"It's rare for me to be in a good temper today. Besides, you're not wearing a skirt either. I can't worship a pomegranate skirt."

Mo Yan, "." You still have a bad temper, so hurry up and kill me.

She followed Leng Beichen's line of sight, and was suddenly shocked that the dog man was actually looking at her bare legs.

She quickly put her legs together, feeling uncomfortable all over, and wanted to cover his eyes.

Her sharp sarcasm flared up again,

"Mr. Leng, your perverted look is too embarrassing, you have to maintain your high profile of the cold and arrogant president."

"A high profile is used to deal with others. For you, a close partner, you can take extra care."

As Leng Beichen said, he suddenly leaned over, and his strong arms involuntarily hugged her horizontally.

Mo Yan smiled uglier than crying, "Don't, you have to treat everyone equally, don't take care of me, woo~~"

He is so active, and his temper is unprecedentedly good. No matter how she provokes him, he won't get angry, but what should we do?
Leng Beichen didn't care, he made up his mind today to be a beast.

According to experts, if he becomes the first man in her memory, she will behave in the future.

He decided not to hesitate any longer, and tonight he would fix her no matter what.

Leng Beichen raised his big hand and fiddled with his fingertips lightly. Mo Yan felt cold all of a sudden, and his bathrobe fell to the ground.

Mo Yan's little face was so red that it could bleed in an instant.

It's over, this is going step by step into a dangerous abyss.

She had no choice but to circle herself, huddled into a ball in his arms, and tried her best to delay the time,

"My hair is still wet, so I can't sleep, or the moisture will enter my body, which is not good for my health."

She scribbled here and there, which annoyed him, maybe he would abandon her?

Anyway, even if there is only one chance in a thousand, she still has to try.

"I'll dry it for you." Leng Beichen was patient.

Mo Yan stared blankly at the man who was carefully drying her hair, with mixed emotions in her heart.

He has made it this far, what else can she say?

For a moment, she really wanted to compromise, not caring about anything, and being with him willfully.

Mo Yan shook her head, trying to get rid of this ridiculous thought.

She can't be a mistress, not to mention, he never admitted that he likes her from the beginning to the end.

"do not move."

Leng Beichen was holding a hair dryer, and rubbing Mo Yan's long hair unskillfully with his big palm.

Mo Yan remained motionless, his whole body tensed up tensely.

His fingers seemed to have magical powers, where the fingertips touched, currents would continuously burst out, jumping and shuttling from her scalp to the blood vessels of her whole body, penetrating into her limbs and bones.

Mo Yan touched her cheek, which was hot enough to cook an egg, and she couldn't go on like this, she had to pick and piss him off.

"Mr. Leng, you seem to be skillful in your movements, do you often blow-dry Gong Mengxi's hair?"

She actually noticed that Leng Beichen pulled her hair from time to time, and his movements were blunt, as if it was the first time he was drying someone else's hair.

Leng Beichen's handsome face darkened slightly. Who in this world can be treated so well and be served by him?
She does not know the blessing in the blessing.

His heavy eyes fell wantonly on the white and moderate arc in front of Mo Yan, and there was no anger left.

"You are very lucky, my close partner, there is currently only one place."

Mo Yan had to admit that when he said "only one", she was happy.

After her hair was blown dry, Mo Yan was picked up again by him and gently placed on the soft couch.

Before she could turn over, the man's shadow came down and imprisoned her.

Mo Yan was flustered,

"Mr. Leng Leng, I remember someone swearing that he didn't have feelings for me. Are you showing that you don't have feelings?"

Leng Beichen's black eyes dimmed, why is she still so rational at this time?
He kept his lesson in mind and couldn't admit that he liked her, otherwise the woman would immediately turn her face out of embarrassment.

"I suddenly felt a little bit just now."

"Only a little?" Mo Yan bit her lower lip tightly, dissatisfied with his answer.

Leng Beichen pinched her slender waist with his big palm, holding her hands patiently,

"Then, two dots—pink."

pink?

Her eyes fell suspiciously in front of her.

Fuck!When did he untie this thing?
Mo Yan hastily covered his eyes that were darting wildly around her,

"Mr. Leng, you agreed to do business on business. Are you doing business or private business now?"

"Business. Tomorrow morning, there will be news that we opened a room in a love hotel for romance. Tomorrow's order will at least exceed two billion."

Mo Yan, "." It turned out that he had arranged everything from beginning to end.

Very angry!Isn't he sincere at all?

"Mr. Leng, aren't you afraid that Gong Mengxi will be jealous if you act so recklessly?"

Leng Beichen straightened Mo Yanying's white and jade-like face, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.

At this moment, the dark spots on her face were washed away, and even the last trace of marks disappeared.

Her pinkish-white skin and delicate facial features made her look like a piece of beautifully carved jade.

"I'll say it for the last time. I can't control whether she's jealous or not, but I haven't even held hands with her."

Seeing his seriousness in explaining, Mo Yan felt a touch of sweetness in her heart.

She knew that he could not explain at all.

They are neither lovers nor husband and wife, why should he explain to her?
"What happened to the Dong family?"

Mo Yan tried hard to divert his attention, not daring to stop for a moment.

"The night Lin Anxuan was played with, Dong Chihan was not in the country at all, and her baby belonged to someone else.

Someone designed a trap to frame Dong Chihan, inducing Lin Anxuan to kill him. "Leng Beichen pointed out the mystery in one sentence.

Mo Yan was secretly startled, "In other words, Lin Anxuan probably slept in someone else's bed in an unconscious state, but she always thought that man was Dong Chihan?"

Leng Beichen stared at her babbling little mouth, and suddenly bowed his head and kissed her.

Let her go on talking, I'm afraid she won't be able to finish talking until dawn.

Mo Yan closed her eyes in annoyance, her whole body was in a mess.

What should I do?She couldn't drag on any longer. At this moment, who could help her turn things around?