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

Mo Yan covered herself tightly, without showing any of her features, and ran away from the hotel room in a hurry.

She couldn't hear it, and there was a loud "click" sound of glass shattering in the bathroom.

Leng Beichen was in so much pain that he punched the big mirror in the bathroom.

The glass was shattered, and his fist was bleeding.

Tears rolled down from his scarlet black eyes, not because of the pain, but because of Mo Yan's unfeeling towards him.

This person Mo Yan has invaded his bone marrow, he can't give up on her!

He just said that he liked other women in order to save his face, but it was useless at all.

Even if Huadie looks like her again, it's not her at all, he only wants Mo Yan.

After crying, Leng Beichen calmed down and walked out of the bathroom.

Just as he expected, Mo Yan had already left.

There seemed to be her breath in the empty room.

Leng Beichen took a deep breath greedily, the corners of his mouth curled up coldly,
"Mo Yan, the ends of the earth, don't try to escape anywhere!"

He dialed out the phone, "Investigate Mo Yan's whereabouts immediately."

Turning around, he called Su Haoran again, "Did Mo Yan look for you?"

"Mo Yan is back?" Su Haoran was overjoyed when he heard that Leng Beichen meant that Mo Yan had reappeared.

When Leng Beichen heard Su Haoran's undisguised joy, as if his woman had been lost and found again, he wanted to piss Su Haoran to death,

"Yes, she sneaked into my room last night and forced me to sleep with her all night.

She said she was going to meet her friends, but didn't she go to your place?Are you not even her friend? "

"Leng Beichen, do you think Mo Yan is crazy?" Su Haoran hung up the phone angrily.

Through this phone call, Leng Beichen ruled out the possibility of Mo Yan looking for Su Haoran.

He vented his anger on Su Haoran, and the haze in his heart dissipated a little.

Soon, Chen Yuhuan called to report,

"Master, Director Huang himself admitted that last night he deliberately arranged for flowers and butterflies to enter your room to please you."

"Impossible, even if I become stupid, I won't be so stupid that even my wife can't figure it out."

Leng Beichen's Xuanhan black eyes slightly narrowed,

"I was drunk last night but sober this morning.

I'm only one step away from her in the morning, how can I still treat other women as Mo Yan? "

Chen Yuhuan on the other end of the phone wiped his sweat,

"When the young master is awake, it is indeed impossible to make a mistake.

Surveillance showed that it was Huadie who entered the room last night.

But this morning, the woman who came out of the room wrapped herself so tightly that the surveillance could not capture her appearance, not even her eyes, which was very suspicious. "

Leng Beichen snorted coldly, "Isn't that obvious? A woman has a guilty conscience, and she's cheating."

Chen Yuhuan slapped his forehead and suddenly realized,

"Master, you mean that Hua Die swaggered into the room, and then managed to escape, but the one who was actually in the room was Young Mistress?
That's why the young mistress sneaked around in the morning to prevent the surveillance camera from taking pictures of her. "

Leng Beichen took out a cigar and held it between his thin lips, and tapped the silver airbrush with his slender fingers.

The blue flames gushed out, illuminating his face flickering bright and dark, as if he kept secret.

He took a deep breath, and the lingering white smoke diffused from his handsome face,
"That's right. This can explain why I often feel Mo Yan's shadow when facing the butterfly.

They are simply a gang.If you want to find Mo Yan, you must first deal with Hua Die. "

"Master, with your analysis, all doubts are correct!" Chen Yuhuan on the other end of the phone was very excited.

"That tightly wrapped woman, oh no, it's the young mistress, finally entered a suite in Lingxiang Garden.

I found out just now that this suite is the housing arranged by TWEFACE Modeling Center for senior talents, and Hua Die moved in the night before yesterday. "

Leng Beichen's thin lips moved slightly, "So, Mo Yan is hiding in the butterfly."

"Master, then I will take someone to search now, the young mistress can't hide anymore, haha~~"

"and many more."

Leng Beichen sat on the sofa in a rebellious posture, "You can't startle the snake."

He thought that Mo Yan had obviously made up his mind when he openly came here to propose a breakup.

If he stalks, it will only make her hide further away.

It is better to let her hide under the nose than to let her wander around the world, than not to find her.

"Master, what should we do next?"

Leng Beichen took a few deep puffs of the cigarette, flicked his slender fingers lightly, and the cigarette butt flew into the ashtray with precision.
"Tolerate!"

"Tolerate?"

Leng Beichen clenched his teeth, and said every word in a tense voice,
"I want her to throw herself into the net!"

"..."

Chen Yuhuan hesitated to speak, "Young Master, I feel that after you left Young Mistress, you became the old Young Master again."

As far as Leng Beichen's current performance is concerned, his thinking is very clear, and his methods are restrained and decisive, just like before, not stupid at all.

"Maybe my brain is repairing itself, and the things in my mind are kept private for the time being."

Leng Beichen's slender body stood up, and walked out with extraordinary poise,
"Call TWEFACE Styling Center and say that the cooperation agreement will be terminated today."

……

"What? Terminate the agreement?"

When Gong Mengxi received the call in the meeting room, she almost jumped up.

Mo Yan shyly knocked on the door of the meeting room of TWEFACE Modeling Center.

She is late.

After slipping back from the hotel, she quickly washed up, changed her clothes, and rushed to the TWEFACE styling center.

But still missed the meeting time.

The eyes of other colleagues all focused on Mo Yan, who was wearing a mask, whispering,

"Stylist Su is spoiled, right? He's late for work the next day."

"Isn't it? She has the big backer of Mr. Gong, even if she doesn't go to work, no one would dare to do anything to her with her white-collar salary."

Gong Mengxi was on the phone, and when she saw that Mo Yan was late, she was furious.

Hua Die was invited into the TWEFACE modeling center because of her makeup skills, but unexpectedly, she got into a catastrophe as soon as she came.

As soon as the meeting started, Chen Yuhuan received a call saying that the agreement would be terminated.

The always arrogant Gong Mengxi had no choice but to speak softly to one of Leng Beichen's assistants,
"Mr. Chen, listen to me, our company still has many stylists, all of whom are very skilled, have won many awards, and have rich experience."

Chen Yuhuan on the other end of the phone interrupted her impatiently,
"I know all this, but the termination of the contract is imperative."

"Why? President Chen, even if the contract is terminated, there must be a reasonable reason."

Gong Mengxi's expression became more and more ugly, "Or, let me communicate with Mr. Leng again...is Mr. Leng's meaning?"

"With her, there is no him? They just met, what kind of enmity is there? Hello? President Chen, hello?"

Without specifying the reason, Chen Yuhuan had already hung up the phone in embarrassment.

Gong Mengxi's face was livid, and she slammed the phone on the table with a "snap".

"Su Aiyan!"