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

Mo Yan was aroused by Leng Beichen, what kind of private agreement could there be between them?
Leng Beichen stretched out his long arms and hooked her shoulders,

"Isn't my woman afraid that I will be unfaithful? It means that she cares about me."

"..." Mo Yan sighed silently.

She made it up casually, and he believed it to be true.

If people really cared about him, could they not come back for so long?
"In order to force her to show up as soon as possible, you will be my girlfriend."

"Huh?" Mo Yan thought she was hallucinating.

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

"What makes you happy is to let you be my fake girlfriend."

Mo Yan was speechless, "Which eye of yours is happy to see me? Is this a surprised expression?"

"You are obviously very happy."

"..."

Leng Beichen called Chen Yuhuan and asked him to prepare an agreement immediately.

"After the matter is completed, I will give you 500 million hard work expenses."

Mo Yan, "How to judge the success of the matter?"

"Of course my woman came back to me."

Mo Yan, "..." I'm afraid it won't work.

Young lady Leng doesn't even know where she is?They pretend to be lovers, for whom?

But she couldn't confess these words, or she would be thrown to feed the Tibetan mastiff by him.

She thought for a while, "I want to modify the terms without money."

Leng Beichen raised his eyebrows, "Women who don't want money usually want more."

"Change it to, if Mrs. Leng can't come back to you within a year, you will be my real boyfriend.

Unless I don't like you anymore, after the agreement expires, it will be automatically terminated. "

"Hey, you are quite ambitious." Leng Beichen was inexplicably happy in his heart.

This woman was so greedy for him that she was going to negotiate with him and write it into the contract.

He was leaning on the chair resolutely, with his two proud long legs resting on the table, pulling him hard,

"It's impossible for me to accept you."

The fire in Mo Yan's chest was rushing upwards, and he knew he would be proud.

She didn't know where the stubbornness came from, but she suddenly wanted to know that there were tigers in the mountains, so she wanted to go to the tiger mountains.

Mo Yan deliberately provoked each other,

"I think it's Mr. Leng, you don't have any confidence at all, do you?

There are 360 ​​five days in a year, and you don't have the confidence to win Mrs. Leng's heart for such a long time? "

Her aggressive method was very effective, Leng Beichen agreed,

"Okay, then let me show you my charm."

"Why did you ask me to be your fake girlfriend?"

Mo Yan's question came out so suddenly that Leng Beichen was taken aback.

why?
He can't tell her that he has feelings for her.

But for other women, he didn't even have the desire to say a word, so he couldn't pretend to be a couple.

"Of course it's because you're ugly and safe enough."

Mo Yan, "..." Bah!

As soon as she turned her eyes, after signing the agreement, she could be with him aboveboard.

Even if the time is short, it is not in vain for her to like him.

What's more, he is so pretty and delicious, why doesn't she eat it?
Mo Yan suddenly realized, and sat down on Leng Beichen's lap,
"Since it's a girlfriend, isn't that too much?"

A blush instantly appeared on Leng Beichen's fair and handsome face, spreading to the back of his ears.

"Are you so open? Was it like this when you were with Gong Zheyan?"

"Is it important? We are all fake anyway."

Mo Yan said, then leaned over to lean against Leng Beichen's chest, wrapped his arms around his neck,
"That's not too much, is it?"

The four eyes meet each other, lightning and flint.

Leng Beichen forcibly looked away, "The agreement hasn't been signed yet, are you too impatient?"

"Not urgent."

Mo Yan pinched Leng Beichen's burning ears with her pale jade fingers, and rubbed them lightly a few times.
"It's cute, even its ears are red, it's really a sentimental kind.

You only have one woman, Mrs. Leng? "

Leng Beichen looked at her coldly, "Is it related to you?"

"Of course, I will be your second and last woman."

Because Mrs. Leng doesn't like you at all, idiot.

Mo Yan didn't say the second half of the sentence.

But she seemed to see the hope of being able to be with Leng Beichen.

As a result, she became more and more courageous.

She held Leng Beichen's handsome face with both hands, straightened his face, and leaned forward boldly.

Their lips touched each other through a mask.

Between the nose and lips, breathing intertwined, and the familiar breath poured into each other's nasal cavity.

Leng Beichen's sword eyebrows frowned again in doubt.

It was Mo Yan's breath.

This can't be his illusion.

But she is obviously a butterfly.

He narrowed his dark eyes slightly, deep in thought.

Suddenly, his lips felt cold, and tiny electric currents jumped around on his thin lips.

He woke up suddenly.

Hua Die couldn't help herself, she took off the mask by herself, and gently gnawed on his thin lips.

Her star eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes were trembling non-stop, her movements were very gentle and cautious.

Suddenly, a bold deduction popped into Leng Beichen's mind——

The butterfly is Mo Yan, and Mo Yan is the butterfly.

If so, it would explain why he felt so strongly for her?
But if she was Mo Yan, why didn't she recognize him?

Just as the question was thrown out, Mo Yan pried his lips and teeth open while he was off guard.

Leng Beichen's heart was surging, she was Mo Yan!
It tastes exactly the same.

In an instant, he figured it out.

It must be that Mo Yan was disfigured in the last kidnapping incident and had an inferiority complex, so he avoided him.

It turned out that these days, the woman who bickered with him and caused his mood swings was actually Mo Yan.

No wonder, when he saw her, he thought he was delusional.

No wonder, he could have a strong feeling for her even with a slight touch.

No wonder, in order to avoid empathy, he deliberately disliked her, but he was still deeply attracted by her.

It turned out that everything was because she was the real Mo Yan!
Leng Beichen really wanted to kiss back hard, but he forcibly endured it.

Let Mo Yan hold his face, gently and gently sculpt his taste buds without pain.

He didn't move, afraid that he would expose her suddenly and scare her away.

This time, no risk whatsoever.

"Master..." Chen Yuhuan stepped into the restaurant and was stunned.

The sun came out from the west, and Leng Beichen kissed the butterfly?

He...had a change of heart?

Chen Yuhuan didn't know whether to be happy for Leng Beichen or sad for Mo Yan.

Hearing the word "Young Master" suddenly, Mo Yan's movements paused, and he woke up instantly.

God, what is she doing?
Opening her star eyes, her scalp felt numb.

She was actually pestering Leng Beichen...

Mo Yan bounced to the ground with a "chuckle", and was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to get in.

"Master, the agreement is ready."

Chen Yuhuan saw their embarrassment and hurried up to make a rescue.

Leng Beichen remained calm and said leisurely, "Then sign, flowers, butterflies, butterflies."

Mo Yan was so embarrassed that her whole body felt hot like it was on fire.

She turned around and fanned herself a few times.

Turning around again, her small face forced a "confident" smile to support herself,
"Heh, I just tried Leng Zong's taste to see if we are compatible."

The corner of Leng Beichen's mouth hooked slightly, is this woman trying to slap her swollen face to pretend to be fat?
"What is your conclusion?"

Mo Yan's small face proudly raised, "So-so."

Leng Beichen, "..."

Mo Yan picked up the pen and signed the agreement without looking at it.

Chen Yuhuan, "..." She obviously couldn't wait, as if she didn't have the chance to sign, could it be "so-so"?
"Since it's an agreement between boyfriend and girlfriend, let's take off your makeup, flowers, butterflies, butterflies."

Although Leng Beichen was sure that she was Mo Yan, he still wanted to see her true face.

"Unload it and unload it."

Mo Yan didn't think too much about it, so she turned her head and washed her face.

A small face as white as jade bloomed in front of Leng Beichen.

Except for the scars on her face, everything is a proper Mo Yan.

"Less... less..." Grandma?
Chen Yuhuan was so startled that he almost cried out, but was stopped by Leng Beichen's sharp eyes.

Leng Beichen stretched out his long arms and put them on Mo Yan's shaved shoulders, pretending not to care,
"Hua Die, since you want to pretend to be a couple, you must live together to be real.

Did you move to my place, or did I move to yours? "

"Living together, isn't that cohabitation?" Mo Yan's face turned pink, "Isn't the progress too fast?"

She thought that she could kiss him, and she was very satisfied. She didn't expect to live together?
"Not fast, not fast." Leng Beichen and Chen Yuhuan said in unison.

"Or not, it's just a couple, not a couple, why do you want to live together?"

Mo Yan flatly refused, "If Mrs. Leng came back, wouldn't I be reduced to a mistress?
In short, within a year, this line of defense cannot be broken. "

Chen Yuhuan's eyes widened.

What the hell is she talking about?Isn't she Mo Yan?
"Master, what is this..." What's going on?
His question was stopped by Leng Beichen's eyes again.

Mo Yan's cell phone rang.

she picks up the phone,
"Young Master Gong, have you finished the meeting? What? Tonight you want to take me to the dinner party of the Gong Group, and you want to meet Mr. Gong?"

As soon as the words fell, she suddenly felt a chill on her back, and the temperature was suddenly cold...