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

Caught off guard by Leng Beichen's kiss, Mo Yan hastily stretched out her hand to his firm chest.

She knew in her heart that if he was pushed away under the watchful eyes of everyone, it would be embarrassing.

So she gave him a symbolic push, then wisely stopped pushing him.

Thinking that he would attack her as always, and kiss her forever.

As a result, just now, Mo Yan couldn't help but slightly opened her small mouth, and the man had already left her lips without warmth.

Leng Beichen let go of Mo Yan, and looked at Su Haoran who looked sad.

After a moment of silence, he took a deep look at Mo Yan, and walked away with his long legs without looking back.

Mo Yan stared at Leng Beichen's tall and stern back in astonishment.

Is she dazzled?

Why did it feel like there was a trace of sadness in his eyes just now?
Immediately afterwards, Su Haoran also left.

His heart is really hurt.

He didn't understand that while Mo Yan was ambiguous with Leng Beichen, she publicly confessed her love to him, which shouldn't be her character.

Mo Yan vaguely felt that she had done something wrong, so she asked He Qiushan weakly,

"Hao Ran seems unhappy, is it me?"

Before she finished her question, Mo Xiaodie's piercing voice rang in her ears,

"Mo Yan, you are shameless and seduced my boyfriend!"

Immediately afterwards, she raised her arm, and the red wine in the goblet poured towards Mo Yan.

Mo Yan was so frightened that she dodged to one side, avoiding the red wine.

Before she could catch her breath, suddenly!

Mo Xiaodie was splashed with red wine all over her face.

Red wine dripped down her carefully combed hair, and the champagne-colored expensive dress was dyed a dazzling burgundy.

The most terrible thing is that her original delicate makeup probably couldn't bear the dissolution of alcohol, and it blossomed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It became unrecognizable and horrible.

Mo Yan, "."Who is so righteous and stands up for her?
With one side of his eyes, he saw the light of a heroine shining above He Qiushan's head.

He Qiushan put down the goblet in her hand, and curled her lips coldly at Mo Xiaodie, who was thrown dumbfounded,

"What a coincidence, there are also people who are shameless and seduce my boyfriend."

Mo Xiaodie wiped the red wine from her face, and was furious,
"Then why are you pouring red wine on me?"

He Qiushan slightly bowed her head and leaned in front of Mo Xiaodie, her flaming red lips parted in an arc,
"Because, my boyfriend is, Su, Hao, Ran!"

He Qiushan's sharpness is usually hidden deeply.

She laughs when she should laugh, and subdues when she should be subdued.

Talking about people when seeing people, talking nonsense when seeing ghosts, making the rudder when the wind blows, and being exquisite in all directions are vividly reflected in her.

Even the flattering words came out of her mouth with a special accent and just right.

But for Mo Xiaodie, she looked down on her from the bottom of her heart.

She is like a clown, acting out a play that she thinks she is clever, but she doesn't know that none of her tricks can succeed.

"Miss Mo, please remember, from now on, Su Haoran will belong to me, please respect yourself."

He Qiushan didn't even bat an eye, she stepped on her high-heeled shoes and walked out.

The embarrassed Mo Xiaodie found herself surrounded by so many contemptuous eyes, she almost fainted in the toilet.

Don't they have eyes?
Obviously she is the victim, why do you still despise her?
There was a cold arc on Mo Yan's lips.

Because in this upper-class vicious circle, everyone is a generation of the weak and the strong.

The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit, and the eyes of power are more typical among them.

"Miss He, wait for me." She caught up with He Qiushan.

He Qiushan didn't stop, and didn't want to talk to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan didn't care, she just talked to herself behind He Qiushan,

"Thank you for letting me out just now."

"I think you also have a real side."

"Did you have a miserable life when you were a child, so you learned to hide your heart early?"

"It's so pitiful. You have to look at people's faces since you were young. You must be full of bitterness. What about your parents?"

"Actually, I feel that your personality and Haoran can complement each other.

But the premise is that you really love him, protect him, and don't hurt him. "

He Qiushan finally couldn't take it anymore, stopped and warned Mo Yan solemnly,
"Assistant Mott, if you want to be annoyed, you can annoy others, don't be self-righteous and twitter."

Mo Yan was neither annoyed nor angry, but hesitated in embarrassment,

"Can I stay overnight at your place? It's getting dark."

She pointed weakly at the night sky.

As night fell, the time for the onset was approaching.

She suspected that her illness had something to do with Leng Beichen living under the same roof.

So, she wanted to test whether leaving Leng Beichen would cause her to get sick.

"I'm afraid the cold will always kill me."

He Qiushan is not stupid, there is no need to offend Leng Beichen for such a trivial matter.

"Don't follow me anymore." He Qiushan shook her head and left.

"Help me once, female compatriots have to help each other."

He Qiushan still walked forward without turning her head, not at all interested in Mo Yan's chatter.

Seeing that she was about to enter the underground garage, Mo Yan had no choice but to shout again,
"I'll help you chase Haoran."

Suddenly, He Qiushan stopped, turned around slowly,

"You help me chase him? On what terms?"

Mo Yan yelled out of desperation just now, but now he has no choice but to shoot.
"The condition is that you take me in and treat Haoran sincerely."

He Qiushan agreed and took Mo Yan back to her residence.

Mo Yan took a hot bath and got into He Qiushan's bed.

Sleeping with a girl for the first time, she felt very fresh.

He Qiushan, who came out of the bathroom, looked at Mo Yan, who was occupying the magpie's nest, and frowned.
"You don't want a beautiful man, but you come to me to squeeze the quilt.

Mr. Leng is just being a little stingy, why don't you go and coax him? "

Mo Yan sat up from the bed, "Is he angry? Who is he angry with?"

"." He Qiushan was speechless for a while.

Did Mo Yan realize later, or did she not care about Leng Beichen at all?

"Do you really don't know that Mr. Leng is angry, or is it fake?"

Mo Yan seriously recalled,
"When he's angry, he usually loses his temper, but he didn't lose his temper today."

"Okay, you are his woman, you don't have it if you say no."

He Qiushan went to bed angrily and turned off the light.

Mo Yan couldn't fall asleep because of this, and the figure of Leng Beichen repeatedly appeared in his mind.

"He used to kiss me endlessly.

Just kiss this time, will this be a sign of his anger? "

"Think for yourself, I have no experience."

He Qiushan turned her back to Mo Yan impatiently.

"Why is he angry for no reason? I didn't mess with him at the banquet."

He Qiushan laughed angrily, turned around,
"Assistant Mott, are you heartless, or wolf-hearted?"

"."

Mo Yan made a serious choice,

"I should belong to the category of wolves and dogs." My hands were covered with other people's blood.

She didn't say the second half of the sentence, but she was very disappointed in herself.

"You confessed to Su Haoran today, whether it's true or not, it's all the truth.

What do you think Mr. Leng thinks?How does Su Haoran feel?

Did you intentionally let two men fight for you? "

He Qiushan's words were very sharp.

There's no need for her to please a small character like Mo Yan.

Mo Yan fell silent, could it be that she did something wrong?
Leng Beichen doesn't like her, and Su Haoran is a best friend. In theory, neither of them has the position to be angry with her.

Although Mo Yan has been defending himself, but he was so angry that he tossed and turned, unable to sleep at night.

"I'm staying outside, should I ask Mr. Leng for leave?"

"If you want to call him, you can call him. What excuses are you looking for?"

He Qiushan exposed her mercilessly.

"I'm just asking for leave, I don't really want to hear his voice."

Mo Yan's mouth was stubborn, but her little hand had already dialed Leng Beichen's phone number without stopping.

The phone was picked up.

A soft and whiny female voice came over,
"Hey, who is it? Mr. Leng is taking a shower."