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

Leng Beichen's handsome face slowly opened an evil arc,

"Young Master Su, besides my wife, I have no opinion on who you want to marry."

Su Haoran, "..." Except for Mo Yan, he doesn't want to marry anyone.

Mo Yan's heart trembled slightly.

Leng Beichen was a man who was sometimes cold and arrogant, with a majestic aura, and sometimes evil and unruly, unpredictable.

In short, he is both good and evil, deep and difficult to argue, making it hard to figure out.

His eyes are particularly firm and penetrating, as if he has an innate majesty of a king.

Su Haoran was horrified by Leng Beichen,
"As soon as I got married, the entire Su family was involved. It's impossible to make fun of it, so a fake marriage won't work."

Leng Beichen smiled lowly, patted Su Haoran's chest with his slender white palm,
"Young Master Su, since a fake marriage is not acceptable, what about a real marriage for the sake of the goddess in your heart?
I will give you a big red envelope as a gift, and I can also be your best man. Is it enough to give your Su family face? "

Mo Yan took one more look at the two men, knowing it clearly.

It turns out that Mo Yan is not an easy woman, she is married to Leng Beichen, but still tightly entangles Su Haoran's nerves.

sharp!This is the highest realm of stepping on two boats.

But what does it matter to her?

It made her feel insecure with her feet off the ground, let alone being carried in the air by a stinky man, it's very insulting, you know?

"Mr. Leng, put me down, I have to go to work. Your business has nothing to do with me."

"If you want me to let you down, it's fine, there is one condition."

In short, Leng Beichen didn't like this woman, and if he didn't embarrass her, he would be unhappy.

Mo Yan didn't know where his backbone came from, and his blood rushed straight to his forehead.

"Is it unreasonable? You carry it all the time if you have the ability. Aren't your hands tired?"

"You did remind me."

Leng Beichen pointed to the large chandelier on the ceiling, "I can hang you on the chandelier on the ceiling, so that I won't be troubled."

Mo Yan snorted, "You brag, the ceiling is so high, even if you are 1.9 meters tall, you still can't reach it."

"Miss Su, don't fight with him, or you will be the one who suffers." Su Haoran kindly reminded.

He knew Leng Beichen well, and it was really not something ordinary people could afford to offend.

But Leng Beichen has always been cold and arrogant, he doesn't touch women, and doesn't care about ordinary people.

What kind of wind is he blowing today?To compete with a woman who is powerless?
Mo Yan was very angry, very unconvinced,
"Eldest Young Master Su, he even takes advantage of such an important matter as your marriage, and bullies you to the extreme, how can you bear it?
This kind of person is arrogant, domineering, brutal, domineering, and unreasonable. Sooner or later, someone will clean him up. "

"Miss Su, take a step back." Su Haoran was really worried for her.

The consequence of being quick-tongued for a while is to make Leng Beichen keep his word and really hang her up.

"I'm not afraid of him, can he still fly up and hang me on the chandelier?"

As soon as Mo Yan's words fell, suddenly, his body lost weight.

Suddenly, a gust of wind lifted the corner of her clothes, and she suddenly realized that she was flying.

"Ahh~~" After screaming again and again, she opened her mouth wide in shock.

She, she... she was actually hung on the chandelier.

Mo Yan looked down and was suddenly dizzy.

She wanted to cry but had no tears, "I'm afraid of heights, please let me down."

How did it fly up just now?Damn it, woo woo~~
"Afraid of heights? Very good. Next time I hang you on the top of the mountain and blow the mountain breeze, it will definitely be more poetic."

Leng Beichen put his hands in his pockets, leaning his tall body against the wall.

The expression is extremely wicked, graceful and graceful.

"Talk about your conditions, how can you let me go?" Mo Yan was so frightened that his legs went limp.

Leng Beichen pressed the tip of his tongue to his cheek wantonly,

"It's very simple, help Young Master Su get married smoothly, spread the word, and let my wife come back."

Mo Yan wanted to die already.

Do these things have anything to do with her?Why should she do it?
"Okay, I promise."

When Xiucai met Bing, she couldn't explain why, so she could only make herself safe first.

Leng Beichen leaped into the air, and easily dragged Mo Yan back to the ground steadily.

This time Mo Yan saw clearly.

Leng Beichen actually had lightness kung fu, and the moment he jumped up, he looked very elegant.

If he put on the white robe of a hero in ancient costume, he would look like a handsome fairy.

Seeing Mo Yan's dumbfounded look, the corners of Leng Beichen's mouth curled up playfully,
"Go work hard and report the progress every day."

"..."

Mo Yan fled with one foot deep and one shallow.

This man is so frightening.

After leaving the hotel, her legs and feet were still trembling and she couldn't stand steadily.

Mo Yan secretly vowed in her heart that she must find a chance to take revenge on Leng Beichen.

So annoying!

He is simply an overlord, so no one can rule him?
"No wonder his wife wanted to run away, she must have been angered by him."

Back to the crew.

Zhou Haimeng had been waiting to see Mo Yan's joke.

"Yo, the stylist came back intact? It's quite capable."

Mo Yan smiled coldly in her heart.

She didn't get beaten up by Director Huang, and she was disappointed by this domineering actress who secretly tricked her.

But if you don't teach this kind of person a lesson, it's hard to calm down.

She didn't respond to Zhou Haimeng, put the makeup case on the dressing table, and opened it.

"Ah, how did this happen?" Mo Yan exclaimed, "It's so scary, ah~ why did this happen? What should I do? Huh~~"

She shouted so loudly that aroused Zhou Haimeng's curiosity.

"What's so scary?" Zhou Haimeng gloated and leaned over to see what happened.

As soon as her face got closer, she suddenly "sneered".

A touch of coldness with the smell of oil paint sprayed her face straight.

"Ah, what the hell?"

Zhou Haimeng wiped the strange coldness on his face, and his eyes widened immediately, "What... what is this?"

She wiped a hand of oily make-up.

Seeing that Zhou Haimeng's face was covered with make-up oil, Mo Yan suppressed a smile,
"Oh, the oil paint nozzle is broken, and it's all sprayed on your face.

This special effect makeup oil paint is very expensive, you earned it. "

Zhou Haimeng hurriedly took a picture in front of the mirror, very angry,

"My god, all my makeup was ruined by you."

She glared at Mo Yan, "Hurry up and clean my face."

"Okay, I'll help you remove your makeup."

Mo Yan was digging and digging in the makeup box, then her little face wrinkled,

"Oh, according to my memory, makeup oil needs a special makeup remover, but I forgot to bring it."

The face is the most precious part of an actress, Zhou Haimeng trembled with anger, raised her hand and slapped Mo Yan suddenly.

Mo Yan was so frightened by Leng Beichen that her legs went limp just now, facing the sudden slap, she couldn't move her legs and feet for a while.

"Ah!" She closed her eyes instinctively and exclaimed.

However, before the slap was slapped, Zhou Haimeng was screaming in pain,
"Leng...Mr. Leng, my bones are about to break, woo~~"

Mo Yan quickly opened his eyes.

The heartbeat suddenly missed a beat uncontrollably.

Leng Beichen's god-like face is so close...