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

Leng Beichen and Mo Yan's eyes met.

"She is Mo Yan." This idea flashed in his mind again.

Director Huang came out shirtless, and saw a woman hanging on a man, who seemed to be kissing passionately.

The man turned his back to him, and he could only see that the man was tall and had the figure of an international supermodel.

"Hey, who are you? How did you run into my room?"

Mo Yan quickly buried her small face in Leng Beichen's neck, pretending to be shy.

Leng Beichen supported Mo Yan with his big palm, turned around,

"Director Huang, I went to the wrong room."

Director Huang saw that the man turned out to be Leng Beichen, he was startled, and quickly changed his words.

"It's my honor to have Mr. Leng come here. It's rare for Mr. Leng to come to my room. I'll get dressed right away and discuss the new script with Mr. Leng in detail."

"No need."

Supporting Mo Yan with one hand, Leng Beichen walked out of the room with his long legs.

Director Huang thought about it, too.

It must be that Leng Beichen was too excited to do things with women, and came in hugging and kissing without seeing the room clearly.

We are all men, needless to say, we all understand this aspect.

He cheerfully opened the door wide for Leng Beichen,

"Mr. Leng, come and take a look at our crew when you have time. We have hired Hua Die as the special effects stylist. The new drama that Mr. Leng invested in this time will definitely explode."

Mo Yan's heart skipped a beat. Is Leng Beichen the investor in Director Huang's new drama?

Leng Beichen glanced down at the woman on her body.

He didn't understand why every time he came into contact with her, he would have the illusion that she was Mo Yan?
He wants to try again.

Leng Beichen didn't stop and went back to his room.

"Mo Yan, the little ones miss you, so I have to make a video call with you."

When Leng Buding heard what Leng Beichen said about Mo Yan and the baby, Mo Yan raised her eyes in astonishment,
"Your wife and baby are here too? Then let me explain to her.

I just asked you for help in desperation to prevent Director Huang from recognizing me. "

She looked around the room, "There is no one in the room, where are your wife and baby?"

Leng Beichen was completely disappointed.

Mo Yan doesn't want to talk to him anymore, and she definitely won't ignore the little ones.

Therefore, she is really not Mo Yan.

It's just that her eyes, figure and breath are very similar to Mo Yan.

He vigorously tore away Mo Yan who was still wrapped around him, and threw her directly onto the bed.

"Woman, if you want to use me, you have to pay a price."

Although the bed was very soft and elastic, the force of the man's throwing was very strong, and Mo Yan was thrown to pieces, and the pain spread all over his body.

"Mr. Leng, can't you be a little more compassionate?"

Leng Beichen was disdainful, her voice was cold and warm,

"You are neither fragrant nor jade, what is there to cherish?

One last warning, don't think of me in the future. "

Mo Yan endured the pain in his body and got out of bed, he really couldn't talk to this person.

One word can kill half of a person's life.

"Then I will take my leave, and there will be no date later." Mo Yan walked out.

Suddenly, the back of the neck tightened, and the clothes were grabbed.

She turned around angrily, "What's the matter? You're not afraid that I'm here and plotting against you again? Get me out of here."

The corner of Leng Beichen's mouth curled up coldly,
"Woman, stop using these vulgar tricks on me, it will only make you look even more despicable in my eyes."

"What trick?"

Mo Yan was so angry that he really wanted to strangle him, "What vulgar trick did I use to make you think I'm cheap?"

Leng Beichen's deep black eyes swept across the bed coldly, "Ask the question knowingly."

Mo Yan followed his gaze, "I dropped my phone. What kind of trick is this?"

After a few seconds, she had an epiphany.

It turned out that Leng Beichen thought she had dropped her phone on purpose so that she could use the phone as an excuse to come back to him later.

Mo Yan angrily took back her phone, and swore to the sky in front of Leng Beichen,

"Believe it or not, I'm not interested in you, not at all!

Not in the previous life, in this life, in the next life, in the next life, I have no interest! "

Without waiting for Leng Beichen to respond, Mo Yan rushed out angrily.

"Oh!"

She bumped headfirst into a man.

"Do you know how to read the road when you walk?" Mo Yan was furious, and poured all her anger on the visitor.

But on second thought, it was she who went on the rampage.

If she loses her temper again, I'm afraid she will inevitably have a quarrel with others.

Just as she was about to soften her tone and say something nice, her small body froze suddenly.

Not only did the man not scold him, but he hugged her tightly.

Mo Yan was at a loss, what's going on?
Is it because she has the trait of attracting bees and attracting butterflies, which can make men have the urge to hug her every time?

"Mo Yan, you finally showed up, I'm worried about you."

Mo Yan thought the man's voice was nice.

Although Leng Beichen's voice was also nice, the aura of the two was completely different.

Anyway, listening to Leng Beichen's voice made people want to beat him up.

Mo Yan inexplicably compared the two men she met by chance, and raised her eyes.

What the hell!

This is also a handsome guy.

But even if he is a handsome guy, he can't hug her as soon as he meets her.

"You mistook the person, I'm not Mo Yan." She ruthlessly pushed Su Haoran away.

A muffled laugh came from behind, with schadenfreude,

"Young Master Su, do you think my wife is going crazy, and if you catch a female mouse at random, you will treat her as her?"

Su Haoran looked up and down Mo Yan suspiciously,

"Mo Yan, even if you wear a mask, it can't change the fact that you are Mo Yan."

"I'm really not, my name is Su Aiyan, and this is my business card." Mo Yan handed over her business card.

She was suddenly curious about Mo Yan.

Two men recognized the wrong person at the same time, how much does she look like Mo Yan?
Su Haoran frowned and looked at the business card, not believing it.

"I want to see the ID card."

Mo Yan handed over his ID card, Su Haoran was completely disappointed,
"Sorry, Miss Su, I have mistaken the person."

Mo Yan's eyes rolled, it was a good time to hate Leng Beichen, it was not in vain.

"You are Young Master Su, right? Are you very familiar with Mrs. Leng's wife? You are so familiar that you hug when you meet?

Wow, no wonder I always feel Leng's hair is green. "

Leng Beichen's handsome face sank at a speed visible to the naked eye, "Mother mouse, do you think your life is too long?"

"Who made you look so annoying."

After beating Leng Beichen, Mo Yan ran away.

In the next moment, she lightened up and was picked up by Leng Beichen like a chicken.

Her two legs were running inertially in the air, but she couldn't take a step.

"Run." Leng Beichen pursed his lips evilly, "Just run if you have the guts."

Mo Yan closed her eyes angrily.

How did she forget?Leng Beichen has superpowers, and can blow up a demonic wind at any time.

"Mr. Leng, let her go, maybe she can help us attract Mo Yan back." Su Haoran had a worried expression on his face.

There has been no news of Mo Yan for more than half a month, and he does not know whether he is alive or dead.

But Leng Beichen judged that Mo Yan ran away by himself, so there should be no fear of life or death.

Therefore, he was willing to trust Leng Beichen's judgment.

Leng Beichen looked sideways, "How do you attract her? Make her pretend to be my woman?

This method won't work, this woman is very annoying, when I saw her, I wanted to kick her into the Pacific Ocean. "

"But do you think it will work if she pretends to be my woman? Can Mo Yan come back for me?" Su Haoran was annoyed.

"Mr. Leng, for Mo Yan to come back, what does it matter if you make some sacrifices?" Su Haoran felt that he had to try any method.

The tip of Leng Beichen's tongue touched his cheeks, his black eyes glanced at Su Haoran, his lips curled up treacherously,
"Young Master Su, you can't belittle yourself. You are very important in my wife's heart."

Su Haoran felt uncomfortable being watched by him,

"Then tell me, as long as I can do it, I'm willing to do it."

Leng Beichen patted Su Haoran's shoulder with his slender and beautiful hand,

"If Eldest Young Master Su issued an invitation to get married, even if Mo Yan went to Nantianmen, he would rush back to drink the happy bar of your blue-faced bosom friend?"

Su Haoran's expression changed, "Married? Who can I marry?"