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

Leng Beichen's eyes fell on Mo Yan's pink and pink face.

Oh, the perverted woman really reacted strongly to him, he just moved a little closer, and her face was as red as a monkey's butt.

He took the opportunity to speak venomously, "You don't understand at all, do you? Is this the legendary mental retardation?"

"Who is mentally handicapped? I think it's your weak sight."

Mo Yan closed her eyes in frustration, unable to be seduced by the pervert's good-looking skin any longer.

She held her breath and focused on the computer. What did he want her to learn?

Take a closer look, EXCEL form?

Many formula functions automatically jumped out of her mind.

This thing seems to be a piece of cake for her before amnesia, and it should not be difficult to recall memories.

But she can't reveal her secrets, she has to pretend to be a little stupid.

"Ah, Mr. Leng, after your earnest teaching, I seem to understand a little bit.

I'm going to practice a few more times right away, and learn to add up the numbers first, what do you think? "

Leng Beichen, "."

He said nothing, and spent a long time teaching with the greatest patience in his life, but she still hasn't learned even the simplest one?
"Need to practice? Just drag the mouse." He grabbed her little hand and dragged the mouse again.

"This is copying, you still teach me at your level?" Mo Yan glanced at his hand eating her tofu in disgust, and blurted out without thinking.

After finishing speaking, she was stunned, careless, and her mouth was too fast, revealing her bottom line.

The corners of Leng Beichen's mouth curled up in a wicked way, and after a little testing, it turned out that she was really pretending to be a rookie.

Mo Yan reacted quickly and immediately made a remedy.
"Mr. Leng, let me teach you. It is more convenient to add one by one with a calculator."

She clicked on the calculator in her mobile phone, poked in the numbers one by one to add up, then raised her little head triumphantly,
"Look, I'm still smart. The numbers calculated in this way are accurate and fast, much easier to use than your X table."

Leng Beichen rubbed his temples with his slender fingers, losing to her.

Mo Yan was covered by him, and she was covered with electricity, she was anxious to get out.

Seeing a glass of water on the table, she had a plan.

"Mr. Leng, you have taught me so much. You have worked hard. Drink some water."

She picked up the water glass and handed it back. Suddenly, the water glass in her hand turned over, and the water splashed onto his shirt.

"A repeat of the same trick?"

Leng Beichen frowned and looked at the soaked shirt in front of him.

This time it was too close, and he didn't have time to dodge.

"Oh, your clothes are all soaked, go and change quickly, don't catch a cold and infect me."

Mo Yan shouted exaggeratedly on purpose.

Her wishful thinking was crackling, and as soon as he went to change his clothes, she took the opportunity to slip away.

But never expected that the man stood motionless, with a look of leaning on her head,
"You wet me, and I have to be responsible for drying it. If I catch a cold, I must pass it on to you first."

Mo Yan, "..." This man will take revenge.

She had no choice but to grab a tissue and wipe it on Leng Beichen's wet shirt.

A small hand accidentally pressed against his strong and broad chest, and Mo Yanying's jade-white face felt hot for a while.

Although separated by several layers of fabric, under the palm, his texture is elastic and vigorous, his heartbeat is strong and powerful, and his body temperature is scorching hot.

It's exactly the same as her husband in a vegetable.

"It seems that you splashed me wet on purpose to touch me." A deep and playful voice came.

"..."

Mo Yan silently rolled her eyes, arrogant, thinking that all women in the world like him?

She raised her small face, and purposely poked his muscular chest muscles with her scallion-white jade fingers, with a look of disgust,
"Mr. Leng, you need to exercise more, your flesh is limp, not far from your big belly."

Leng Beichen's face darkened slightly, and she dared to open her eyes and say nonsense, "How dare you compare me, who is softer?"

As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand to cover it.

The air in the office froze instantly.

Mo Yan's eyes widened, his eyes fell on those big, slender and beautiful hands in disbelief, and the fire in his eyes suddenly burst into flames.

Pervert... The pervert actually made a move...

Leng Beichen froze. Originally, he just wanted to keep her from taking advantage of his words, but he crossed the line inexplicably.

However, the soft and waxy feel in the palm is really good.

Anyway, she is his legal wife, so it doesn't hurt to let it go for a while.

Mo Yan's small face was tense, and silver needles flashed on her fingertips.

I can't care about pretending to be stupid, I can't care about the 200 million annual salary, this time I have to throw this big pervert on the ground and cry for his father and mother.

She was about to raise her little hand when the door was suddenly pushed open, "Master, Miss Siyan is here."

As soon as Chen Yuhuan came in, she was stunned.

Touched all of this?So fast?

Mo Yan regained consciousness in an instant, suppressed the impulse, and put away the silver needle.

She had to bow her head under the eaves, and she had to bear the humiliation for the sake of her handsome husband in a vegetable state.

But he would have to pay a heavy price if he stretched out the hands of the sensuality to her.

Miss Siyan is his girlfriend, right?Oh, she came just in time!