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

"Master, here comes the wine you want."

Chen Yuhuan sent a bottle of Lafite, opened it, and was about to pour it into a decanter.

"Don't wake up."

Leng Beichen directly picked up the wine bottle, poured a few sips into his mouth, and then patted his face and body.

Chen Yuhuan was dumbfounded, "Master, this wine is 10,000+ a bottle, and you poured it on your body, let your skin drink?"

"I'm just trying to get drunk on myself."

Leng Beichen tore off the collar of his shirt and poured wine down his neck.

Chen Yuhuan didn't dare to say that she was a roundworm in Leng Beichen's stomach, "Why, young master?"

"If you don't pretend to be drunk, she will think I'm a romantic."

Leng Beichen opened his arms, "Come and smell, do I look like a drunkard now?"

Chen Yuhuan really stepped forward to smell it,
"My lord, you are really hardworking.

We have verified that the young mistress has indeed lost her memory, and it is likely to be a permanent trauma. "

"I got it."

Leng Beichen's eyes darkened, "So, I can only start over with her."

"But young master, you have a one-year agreement. You know the temper of young mistress, she is just as stubborn as you.

If you are in a hurry to start now, it is too risky, why not stay for a few more days? "

Chen Yuhuan was terrified of being tossed about.

When Mo Yan disappeared, Leng Beichen looked for her day and night, making it so decadent and decadent.

At that time, he was really worried that Leng Beichen would not be able to hold on.

So now, he is afraid that Mo Yan will get angry.

In case she disappears again, how can the young master endure the pain of loss again?

Leng Beichen kicked Chen Yuhuan's leg, "I'll become a monk if I endure it any longer."

Chen Yuhuan, "..."

The bachelor said that he has been a monk for many years, so he is still living a good life.

The young master used to be a bachelor, so why are you so anxious now?

Leng Beichen poured out all the wine, threw away the bottle, and spoke earnestly,

"To take down a woman, you need to use your brain.

The more you care about her, the more you should find a way to stabilize with her as soon as possible.

You single dog, how can you understand? "

Chen Yuhuan, "..." How nice it is to be single.

If one person is full, the whole family will not be hungry, and there will be no emotional troubles.

……

Mo Yan didn't know that outside, someone was planning how to make out with her smoothly.

She enjoyed a milk bath and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

Suddenly, a strong smell of alcohol hit her face.

Before she could react, a tall and slender figure pressed over.

Leng Beichen supported Mo Yan's head with one big palm, and pinched her slender and slender waist with the other's powerful tiger's mouth, pushing her against the wall.

"Mr. Leng? How did you get in?"

Mo Yan hastily stretched out her hand to touch his handsome shoulder, keeping the distance between them.

Leng Beichen grabbed Mo Yan's small hand and caressed his sharp and handsome face,
"Baby, I miss you, do you miss me?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, a masculine breath mixed with the aroma of wine sprayed down.

The bewitching hormone went straight to the tip of Mo Yan's nose.

Mo Yan felt dizzy for a while, as if she also drank alcohol,
"Think about it, but it's not long since we separated."

The palm was pressed against Leng Beichen's face, his scorching body temperature continued to pass, and Mo Yan's small face felt hot for a while,
"Mr. Leng, did you go out to drink again just now? Didn't you enjoy drinking at the dinner party?"

"No."

Leng Beichen closed his eyes, looking drunk, his long straight eyelashes trembling non-stop,

"I miss you so much, it's hard not to drink."

Mo Yan, "..."

Before signing the contract, he said that it was impossible to like her, but after signing the contract, he fell in love with her immediately, and after the dinner, he missed her too much?
His transition was too fast.

Why did she feel so unreal?

"Mr. Leng, then I'll help you to sober up on the sofa..."

Before she could finish speaking, her vision suddenly dimmed, and Leng Beichen's handsome face magnified infinitely in front of her.

In the next moment, "Umm~~"

Her soft lips were tightly sealed.

"Mr. Leng... um~~"

Mo Yan tried twice to get out while breathing, but was kissed back by him.

Leng Beichen's kiss was strong and rich, causing her starry eyes to sparkle, and she was lost for a while...

The enthusiasm of the kiss, suddenly, the body lightened.

Leng Beichen picked up Mo Yan and put him gently on the bed.

Mo Yan panicked, isn't it too fast?
Looking at him like this, is he planning to speed up the development of the two?
No, no, he messed around because he was drunk.

"Mr. Leng, calm down, I'll get you a glass of water."

Mo Yan quickly turned over and wanted to get off the ground.

But in the next second, the bed collapsed, and Leng Beichen's tall body covered him.

He stretched out his long arms and took her into his arms.

Before she could say anything else, dense kisses fell on her smooth forehead, cheeks, nose tip, and lips.

He kissed eagerly and passionately, like a surging tide, unstoppable.

Mo Yan was stunned and at a loss.

The stiff little body was passively manipulated, forgetting to refuse.

"Mo Yan, I love you, Mo Yan~~"

Leng Beichen was too intoxicated, her black eyes closed tightly, and she muttered.

"Mo Yan?" Mo Yan shuddered and woke up.

She understood that Leng Beichen was drunk and mistook her for Mrs. Leng.

Strong grievances surfaced in my heart.

She just wanted to be in love with him.

I never thought about having a relationship with him, let alone being a stand-in.

Mo Yan exhausted all her strength, and when Leng Beichen was intoxicated and absorbed, she kicked desperately.

"Aww!" Leng Beichen was kicked in the lower abdomen.

He opened his black eyes in confusion, "Baby, why did you kick me?"

Mo Yan's little face was red with anger,

"Let go of me right now, or I... I'll bite my tongue and kill myself."

Leng Beichen, "..."

Mo Yan's stubborn temper, he knew, she might really bite her tongue.

"Honey, do you have the heart to let me do this?"

Mo Yan turned her small face aside, "I don't care, I just have an agreement with you, and I have no obligation to provide you with entertainment."

"Having fun? You see me like that?"

Leng Beichen's big palm pinched her small, white and jade-like face, and straightened her, "You can't feel my feelings?"

Mo Yan closed her eyes angrily.

Feel it, feel it deeply.

But he was clearly thinking about Mo Yan, Mrs. Leng, and his feelings were also for Mrs. Leng.

"Mr. Leng, don't you love Mrs. Leng very much?
On the first day you signed a contract with me, you cheated with alcohol?This is what you call love?How cheap is your love? "

Leng Beichen, "..." If she wasn't for Mo Yan, would he have looked at her more?
He let go of Mo Yan, lay down on the side, and used his internal strength to push back the hot tide.

After such a toss, Leng Beichen seemed to collapse, with a little sweat dripping from his forehead.

"My alcohol has dissipated a lot, how about we chat?" Leng Beichen was reluctant to leave.

"Still chatting so late? Are you not sleepy?" Mo Yan raised his vigilance.

"Have you lost your memory?" Leng Beichen said with a cheeky face.

"How do you know?" About Mo Yan's amnesia, he only told a few familiar people.

"You can't remember everything in the past? You don't even remember the intimate behavior at all?"

Mo Yan shook her head, her little face flushed.

She felt as if she had experienced the warmth of Leng Beichen just now.

But most frighteningly, she had no memory of who the man was.

Leng Beichen stretched out his long arms while chatting, and embraced the woman again,
"We'll sleep in each other's arms tonight, isn't that too much to ask? I promise to only sleep and do nothing."

"You mean what you say?" Mo Yan picked up a tissue to help Leng Beichen wipe off his sweat.

"I, Leng Beichen, keep my promises, can my words count?"

Mo Yan squinted her starry eyes, smiled "hee hee",
"But unfortunately, what a man says, you liar, I can't believe you.

The bedroom outside is bigger and has a more comfortable bed.Mr. Leng, please. "

Leng Beichen, "..." The woman has lost her memory, but her nature is still stubborn.

Mo Yan was soft-hearted and insisted on chasing Leng Beichen out.

No matter how thick-skinned Leng Beichen was, he couldn't hold back.

What's more, he was worried that using force would scare Mo Yan away, so he couldn't be too forceful towards her.

He had to run to the bedroom outside to sleep.

Mo Yan was relieved, hugged the quilt and rolled a few times, and fell into a deep sleep...

I don't know how long I slept, but my phone kept vibrating.

Mo Yan, who was in a drowsy sleep, reached out and groped by the bedside for a while, finally found the phone, picked it up,
"Master, it's not good..."

"What master?"

Mo Yan closed her star eyes and murmured, "Why does your voice sound so much like President Chen?"

Chen Yuhuan on the other end of the phone pretended not to know that it was Mo Yan who answered the phone, and reported in a hurry,
"Young master, many reporters have received news that you have a hotel room with the popular flower butterfly these days.

They surrounded the hotel early in the morning, waiting for the headlines. "

"what?"

Mo Yan shuddered and woke up,
"When did I become a celebrity? Well, that's not the point, the point is..."

Mo Yan turned over, her pupils trembled suddenly, her tongue became knotted,

"The point is...why, am I on his bed?"