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

Mo Yan's pupils tightened for a while,
"Mr. Leng, you have committed a foul. We have agreed not to overstep the rules."

Leng Beichen raised his sword eyebrows high,

"I've said it all, it's just for testing, do you really have no feelings for me, how do you know if something happens?

It's just an experiment, what kind of foul is it?
Besides, we are husband and wife. "

"predecessor."

"The ex is also a wife."

"." Mo Yan was speechless.

shameless!
When she turned her eyes, she still had to use his cold, arrogant and arrogant self-esteem to repel him.

Mo Yan raised her jaw high,

"Leng Beichen, you just have a crush on me, like me, and want me.

It's a pity that King Xiang has a dream, but the goddess has no heart.

Even if you get my body, you will never get my soul.

You, Leng Beichen, are destined to lose. "

Mo Yan pretended to be very proud and proud, but she was flustered in her heart.

A picture of her being torn apart by him on the hospital bed appeared in front of her eyes, and her five fingers slowly curled up.

The nails dug into the palms without feeling the pain.

Cold sweat dripped from the temples, and the teeth were clenching.

She hates it so much!
"Oh!"

The heavy closing sound brought Mo Yan back to his senses.

Leng Beichen had already left the venue angrily.

Mo Yan's legs and feet went limp, and she slumped to the ground.

so close!

She never wants history to repeat itself.

Mo Yan took some time to adjust her emotions, and wanted to talk about the project.

When she lowered her eyes, she realized that the clothes had been torn into rags by Leng Beichen and thrown on the ground.

After thinking about it, Mo Yan asked Wan Xiaoyue for help and asked her to bring the clothes first.

Wan Xiaoyue was in the bathroom when she received the call.

She heard Mo Yan's words clearly, but she pretended that the signal was not good,
"What? Sister Mo Yan, I can't hear what you said.

Wait, I'll go to a place with good signal first. "

She deliberately returned to her seat.

At this moment, every employee is busy working with his head down, and the president's area is quiet.

"Sister Mo Yan, the signal should be ready, please say it again."

Wan Xiaoyue pretended to be surprised, "What? You are in a hotel, your clothes are torn?
Are you OK?OK, I'll send you the clothes right away. "

She raised her voice so loudly that she could almost hear it in the office area next door.

The president's area suddenly boiled.

"I heard that Assistant Mott was going to talk about the new project that we were talking about, but she still volunteered to take this project."

"Who doesn't know that Gong is always the scum of scum?

Assistant Mott really let go, we are really beyond our reach. "

"If Mr. Leng finds out, will he kill her?"

Upon hearing this, Leng Siyan immediately informed Mo Xiaodie.

Mo Xiaodie on the other end of the phone smiled sinisterly,

"I know a lot of journalists and media, this time I will help her build momentum and make sure she is popular, haha~~
I don't believe it, with such a big green hat on Leng Beichen's head, how can he bear her? "

Wan Xiaoyue was satisfied when she saw everyone's disdain for Mo Yan and Leng Siyan's small actions.

She picked up her clothes and rushed to the hotel
As Leng Beichen left, the bodyguards naturally followed suit.

Mo Yan was waiting for Wan Xiaoyue in the hotel room.

With nothing to do, she took out the project book and reviewed it again, and she was familiar with all the contents by heart.

How did she know that the group of reporters outside the door were all watching, waiting for the woman in the room to show her face.

They originally wanted to arrest Gong Zheyan, but they didn't expect that it was Leng Beichen who came out of the room.

The reporters were surprised and delighted, Leng Beichen was more popular than Gong Zheyan.

Frightened by Leng Beichen's ruthlessness and the protection of many bodyguards, they didn't dare to ask more questions.

But how could they let go of the woman in the room?

"Hey, buddy, in terms of endurance, who can beat us reporters?"

"That's right, it's impossible for this woman to hide in the room forever, right? We'll just sit back and wait."

One of the reporters received a call from Mo Xiaodie,
"The one in the room is Leng Beichen's ex-wife, Mo Yan?

She is naked now, waiting for someone to give her clothes?
Let me find a few more reporters to expose her?
No need, the brothers have already guarded the door, Miss Mo just wait to see the trending searches. "

"Damn it! Leng Beichen and his ex-wife rekindled their relationship, dating a hotel?"

When the other reporters heard this, they immediately got excited.

"Why would you tear up your clothes on a date, and Leng Beichen left anyway?
Could it be that Lang intended his concubine to be ruthless?Leng Beichen used violence against women? "

"Maybe it's because the ex-wife is unwilling to leave the house alone, so she entangles Leng Beichen and angers him."

After thinking about it like this, the reporters all seemed to be pumped up, gearing up.

It's better not to have an answer, let netizens follow various guesses, it's hard not to get angry.

All they had to do was to take a photo of Mo Yan.

There are pictures and the truth, Leng Beichen and his ex-wife had a fierce friction in the hotel, it's real!

Wan Xiaoyue stepped into the hotel leisurely.

She deliberately sprayed a spray on her forehead, creating the illusion that she was sweating profusely on the road.

Seeing a bunch of reporters at the door of the room was exactly what she wanted.

When she was almost at the door, she pretended to be in a hurry, panting and sweating profusely.

She rubbed her belly with one hand, as if she had run a long way,

"Are you reporters? Go away, don't disturb Sister Mo Yan, she is talking about a project with Mr. Gong of Universal Building Materials."

The reporters stared wide-eyed, "Talking about projects without clothes?"

"How do you know that Sister Mo Yan is not wearing clothes?"

Wan Xiaoyue seemed to suddenly realize that she had slipped her tongue, and raised her hand to cover her mouth.

The clothes she was carrying were immediately photographed by the reporters.

Immediately afterwards, she pretended to be flustered and hid her clothes behind her back, explaining to Mo Yan with righteous words,

"Don't make guesses.

Sister Mo Yan came to Mr. Gong to discuss the project based on the information provided by the company, which is not what you think. "

When she explained this, the reporters smiled knowingly.

It turned out that there was another possibility, and that was that Leng Beichen was worried that Mo Yan would be put in bed by the famous pervert Mr. Gong, so he rushed here to save the beauty.

But it turns out that his ex-wife Mo Yan and Mr. Gong were too happy to leave, so Leng Beichen left angrily.

One of the reporters opened his eyes and told nonsense,

"We're just wandering around, and we happen to be here, please do as you please."

Even a three-year-old would not believe this kind of deceitful nonsense.

But Wan Xiaoyue can "believe it is true".

"Aren't you here to gossip about Sister Mo Yan? That's fine."

She knocked on the door "innocently".

Standing at the door of the room, with her back to a bunch of reporters, the corner of Wan Xiaoyue's mouth curled up sinisterly.

She knew very well that as soon as Mo Yan opened the door, these reporters would definitely snap the shutter.

It would be too late for Mo Yan to cry, but it is impossible to blame her "ignorance of world affairs".

There was no movement in the room for a long time, Wan Xiaoyue frowned.

Could it be that Mo Yan already knew the danger outside the door?
She was about to call Mo Yan when the sound of high heels hitting the ground came from inside the door.

Wan Xiaoyue was overjoyed, there was no doubt that it was Mo Yan.

She remembered that Mo Yan specially dressed up to meet Mr. Gong today.

Also ask for her opinion on what shoes to wear.

Under her suggestion, Mo Yan obediently put on the high heels she seldom wears.

Wan Xiaoyue simply shouted at the door,
"Sister Mo Yan, I'm here, open the door quickly."

Open the door and you will die, hahaha~~
Wan Xiaoyue laughed wildly in her heart.

Let Mo Yan become a vixen, second-hand goods, and a bus that everyone scolds in the reporter's writing.

Much more enjoyable than splashing sulfuric acid