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

Chen Yuhuan immediately carried out Leng Beichen's order, notified the housekeeper, and connected to the WeChat video requested by Mo Yan.

The butler held the mobile phone, and the camera started from the living room of the manor, swept across the sofa, the aisle, and then the stairs.

"Young Mistress, I'll go to the Young Master's room now and let you have a video with the Young Master."

At the other end of the video, the butler's attitude was very good. He walked upstairs slowly with his mobile phone.

Mo Yan waited patiently.

The camera finally enters their new house, slowly moving up, and we will see the vegetative person on the big bed.
"Why is the Internet disconnected?" There was a commotion in the president's area, and the staff asked each other.

The video screen on Mo Yan's phone also froze, "It's weird, I'm using a mobile network, why did I disconnect from the network with them?"

She was fiddling with her mobile phone when Chen Yuhuan came over to inform, "Young Mistress, Master is calling for you."

"I'm busy making videos with my handsome husband." She was somewhat surprised, "It's too coincidental that I couldn't see it at the critical moment?"

Chen Yuhuan's thin face stiffened, "Young Mistress, you are a special assistant now, you have to distinguish between public and private.

Playing videos during working hours will be gossiped by the staff.

Now rumors have spread from all over the company that you rely on nepotism to get to the top, which seriously affects the young master's reputation. "

Mo Yan, "."

He was the one who asked her to go to work, eat, drink and have fun just now, and when he turned around, he demanded to distinguish between public and private, just like the big pervert inside.

If they wanted to delay time, they would bombard her with sugar-coated shells. After their goal was achieved, they would turn their faces and deny anyone.

It must be like this.

The more Mo Yan thought about it, the angrier she became, she couldn't be fooled by them in vain, she had to tease them to get rid of the anger in her heart.

She pursed her lips deliberately, "Nonsense! Mr. Leng didn't wear a skirt today, why did he skirt me?"

"." Chen Yuhuan was so choked that he couldn't speak.

In terms of pretending to be stupid, if she dares to admit to being second, no one can be first.

Mo Yan stood up, pretended to walk forward, suddenly raised her foot, and stepped on Chen Yuhuan's instep,
"You must be trying to steal my skirt for Leng to wear, damn it!"

Chen Yuhuan yelled "Aww" in pain, he really wanted to slap himself, what kind of "nepotism" was mentioned, it was too deceitful for himself.

Mo Yan saw that his facial features were huddled together in pain, and the suppressed smile trembled in his chest.

She walked into the president's office, and when she looked up, her breathing tightened slightly.

The man sitting on the boss chair didn't wear a mask this time. His sharp and sharp face was like an artist's meticulously sculpted face, which was unbelievably perfect.

Leng Beichen's knuckle-boned fingers were pounding on the keyboard, and his manic movements seemed incompatible with his cold personality.

Mo Yan thought "tsk tsk" a few times, it seemed that he was stumped by the computer and was losing his temper.

Seeing her come in, Leng Beichen pushed the laptop forward, looking very annoyed,

"Broken computer, why can't I move it?"

Mo Yan, "." He really is a big idiot who doesn't understand anything.

She giggled and leaned forward, blinking her black and white starry eyes,

"Mr. Leng, the working attitude of this laptop is too bad, how can it wear colored glasses? Even if it encounters a big idiot, it shouldn't go on strike, it should be punished."

Leng Beichen's handsome face was so gloomy that it could shave off a layer of frost. She was so courageous that she actually satirized him as an idiot to his face?
She just waits if she has the guts, if he doesn't take care of her well, his surname will be Leng.

Leng Beichen suppressed his anger, pretending to be disdainful,
"It's up to you, how dare you laugh at me? Can you make the computer work?"

"How difficult can it be?"

Mo Yan touched the mouse, her red lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, "Can't it move? The laptop really likes me more."

The corners of Leng Beichen's mouth curled up slightly, and her answer was exactly what she wanted.

"Since the laptop likes you, come and learn something."

"Learn what?" Mo Yan stepped back a meter away vigilantly.

Leng Beichen looked pale, "Come here, I'll teach you."

"you teach me"

Mo Yan felt "hehe", he was a fool to teach her this invisible hacker?

Since she was the immediate superior, she took a step forward, and suddenly, her collar tightened.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

She was startled, and Leng Beichen picked her up like a chicken again.

Immediately, her shaved shoulders were lifted heavily, and her big palm irresistibly pressed her onto his imposing boss chair.

Before she could sit still, Leng Beichen, who was standing at the side, bent down her tall body, and involuntarily grabbed her little hand and put it on the mouse.

"Can you move your hands and feet?"

Mo Yan struggled angrily a few times, but she couldn't shake off the big hand covering the back of her hand.

So angry, he actually taught her "by hand", with such a blatant look?

"Since you want to learn, be modest."

Seeing her disobedience, Leng Beichen's tall body moved closer and held her tightly in his arms.

Just as Mo Yan was about to turn her head and tell him to stay away, her small face tightened suddenly, and his big palm suddenly pinched her cheek.

Leng Beichen turned her small face to face the computer, and tightened the big hand covering the back of her hand, and a low and unrepeatable voice came down from the top of her head,
"Be careful, if you want to be a qualified special assistant, you must first learn to use basic statistical tables and agenda software.

I will have a lot of meetings, entertainment, business trips, and meetings in the future. Arranging agendas and making appointments are the job responsibilities of the special assistant to the president. "

Mo Yan's breathing became short of breath, he was so close, how could she imitate it?
"Then I learn by myself".

As soon as she raised her head, his delicate chin touched her smooth forehead.

One raised his head and raised his eyes, the other lowered his head and lowered his eyes. Suddenly, his eyes met, and radio waves were inexplicably generated.

Mo Yan felt a burst of embarrassment and embarrassment, and quickly lowered her head.

His eyes were terribly deep, almost breathtaking.

"I've demonstrated for a long time, but you should move a bit, do you understand?" Leng Beichen's voice suddenly penetrated into her cochlea.

Mo Yan woke up from a trance, what did he just say?She didn't seem to hear a word.

Suddenly, her ears felt hot.

His slender body was arched, and his handsome face was pressed against her cheek.

The masculine breath full of male hormones sprayed in her ears, close at hand.

A blush appeared on her little face from his hot breath, spreading to the back of her ears.