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

Mo Yan realized that she had said something wrong and could not promise to treat Leng Beichen, so she quickly changed her words, "I mean..."

"Okay, help me heal my hand." Leng Beichen didn't give her a chance to repent.

Mo Yan, "..." Is he not drunk now?Responding so fast?
No, she has to be more ruthless.

Just let them have an indefinite relationship with the fake "Mrs. Leng".

Mo Yan deliberately raised her wrist to pretend to look at her watch,

"3 minutes is up. Goodbye! I will still be gone in the future."

"Mo Yan, I love you!"

The moment the video was turned off, Leng Beichen's voice came from the phone.

Her heart trembled violently.

Is it Leng Beichen confessing his love?
Mo Yan's nasal cavity was sore, and tears gushed out unstoppably like a flood that had burst a dam.

"What's the matter? Isn't he confessing his love to Mrs. Leng? Why am I crying?"

Mo Yan took off the mask and wiped her tears.

She didn't know whether it was emotion or some kind of emotion, the tears seemed to overflow from the bottom of her heart, which was out of her control.

"Could it be that my past is really related to Mrs. Leng?"

Mo Yan has amnesia and doesn't remember anything.

After she woke up, she once asked Gong Zheyan, her family, what was her past like?

But Gong Zheyan said that when he knew her, she kept silent about her past, and he knew nothing about her past.

So, she decided to work hard.

When you save enough money, you hire a private investigator to investigate your past.

Without money, it is impossible to move an inch.

After getting rid of Leng Beichen's entanglement, now he can finally have a good night's sleep, right?
The next day, Mo Yan opened his heavy eyelids.

Staring at the ceiling, she felt hopeless.

That night, Leng Beichen's confession repeatedly sounded in her mind, "Mo Yan, I love you!"

As a result, she was in a light sleep state all night, tossing and turning.

It's going crazy!

She rubbed her hair ruefully,

"Whether he loves his wife or not has something to do with me? Why do I have to worry so much, even dreaming about him when I sleep?"

Seeing that it was almost time to go to work, Mo Yan had no choice but to quickly draw butterflies on her cheeks and opened the door.

Immediately froze.

Leng Beichen's slender body unexpectedly fell across her doorway, leaning his head against her door, his expensive suit was all crumpled by him.

His eyes were closed tightly, with light stubble growing on his delicate chin, he looked very lazy and decadent but still handsome.

Mo Yan felt like she was going crazy.

If this man continues to pester her endlessly, and even sleeps at her doorstep, she might as well be exposed as a fake Mrs. Leng immediately.

She suppressed the anger in her heart and kicked Leng Beichen, "Mr. Leng? Wake up quickly."

Leng Beichen remained silent.

Mo Yan's heart trembled, he must be seriously ill, right?Passed out?

She hurriedly leaned over to take Leng Beichen's pulse, "The pulse is stable, so it's just a drunkard."

Mo Yan had no choice but to call Su Haoran and vent all her anger on Su Haoran.

"What's going on with Leng Beichen? Are you going to touch porcelain at my door?"

"If he cared so much about Mrs. Leng before, I can guarantee that she would never run away."

"Do you men have to wait until you lose it before you know how to cherish it?"

The sleepy Su Haoran was confused by Mo Yan, and finally figured out the situation from her confused complaints.

"I sent him to my door last night, why did he run to your place again?
Leng Beichen never lost his composure, this was probably the first time in his life. "

"How many times do I care about him? I'm rushing to work now, get someone to pick him up, or I'll call the police!"

Mo Yan left angrily.

She finally understood that being entangled by Leng Beichen was worse than being entangled by a wronged soul.

Sure enough, she was still late and bumped into Gong Mengxi's muzzle.

"Su Aiyan, what's the matter with you? You are late for work every day, and you still have company discipline in your eyes?"

In the conference room, Gong Mengxi reprimanded Mo Yan loudly in front of many middle and senior management.

Mo Yan was afraid that her temper could not be suppressed, so she kept taking deep breaths to make her attitude look better,
"Director Gong, I wouldn't be late, but Mr. Leng came looking for me early in the morning, so I was late."

"Do you mean to blame me for wrongly blaming you? Or are you using Mr. Leng to suppress me?"

Mo Yan waved her hands again and again, "No, no, I didn't mean that."

"What do you mean you didn't mean that? I think you mean it."

Gong Mengxi seemed to have eaten gunpowder early in the morning, and she was unwilling to give up.

Mo Yan found out that no matter what she said, it was wrong.

In Gong Mengxi's eyes, explaining is contradicting.

She couldn't help but look at Gong Mengxi a few more times, I'll go, her bags under the eyes are a bit heavy.

Despite the delicate make-up, her puffy eyes could not be concealed.

It looks like she cried last night.

So, where did Gong Mengxi get angry and pass it on to her?

The one who can make Gong Mengxi lose her composure is probably Gong Zheyan, right?
Mo Yan thought of Leng Beichen's mention of the three-day and three-night annual meeting of the Gong Group, and she felt tusk~tsk~
Could it be that Gong Mengxi lost her temper because she couldn't see her lover and missed her too much?

"Director Gong, a day and a night have passed, and time passes in the blink of an eye. Don't worry too much, you will see the person you want to see soon."

Gong Mengxi, "..."

Mo Yan's kind comfort, but Gong Mengxi heard that she was mocking her.

It was guessed by Mo Yan.

Gong Zheyan was going to hold an annual meeting for three days and three nights. Gong Mengxi was afraid that he would work too hard, so she asked someone to make ginseng soup last night, and she delivered it herself.

She just wanted to take advantage of the ten minutes of his break between meetings to meet him.

In the end, she was blocked by Gong Zheyan.

He also said heartlessly that he would rather see a cat or a dog than see her.

She was so angry that when she went back, she cried all night, and when she woke up in the morning, her eyes were swollen.

Early this morning, Gong Mengxi came to work full of anger, and Mo Yan happened to be late and bumped into her muzzle.

Thinking of Gong Zheyan, Gong Mengxi's eyes felt hot, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

"Su Aiyan, your back hurts when you sit and talk."

She wanted to attack Mo Yan, and the door of the conference room was pushed open by the secretary.

Her heart was on fire once again,

"Didn't you see we were in a meeting? Come in without knocking, do you still want this job?"

The secretary shivered, "Director Palace, it's not good, there are people making trouble outside, it seems to be on the right track."

Gong Mengxi frowned, "We've always done serious business, when did we offend people on the road?"

The first thing that came to her mind was Gong Zheyan's handsome face.

Only he will associate with people on the road.

"Did they find the wrong person? Send them away and say we have nothing to do with them."

"Who said they were going to send us away?" Several men walked in aggressively.

The leading man walked up to the conference table and stepped on a chair arrogantly.

"Who are you, to break into our meeting..." room casually?

As soon as Gong Mengxi raised her eyes, she immediately fell silent, with her heart in her throat.

The waists of several men were bulging, as if they were carrying unusual weapons.

The leading man "Kala" pulled out the gun from his waist, and with a "bang", it hit the conference table heavily.

"Want to know who we are?"

The participants screamed in fright and hid in the corner of the meeting room, huddled together,
"It's not robbery, is it?"

"We give you all our money, don't hurt us, woo woo~~"

The leading man picked up his gun and knocked heavily on the table again,
"Who said we rob? Are we so low-level? We are here to talk to your boss about cooperation."

"Co...cooperate?" Gong Mengxi's legs went weak for a while.

She is comfortable in the upper class, but she has never fought against people in the Tao.

With the opponent's momentum and weapons and equipment alone, their security guards can't beat them.

"You can't speak well, do you have to be so rude?"

Mo Yan stood in front of Gong Mengxi very calmly, calmly.

Colleagues' eyes widened in disbelief.

She is a weak girl, but she is so courageous?