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

Women want to please themselves, and Mo Yan decides to restore her own appearance.

After separating from Leng Beichen at the hotel, she went straight to a well-known plastic surgery hospital in Tiancheng.

After some consultation, she entered the minimally invasive operating room.

"Miss, let's start, please lie down." The doctor turned on the laser equipment.

Mo Yan touched the beating eyelids, feeling a bad premonition lingering in her heart for no reason.

This inexplicable flustered feeling seems to come from the sixth sense of Leng Beichen?

Mo Yan glanced at her phone, but Leng Beichen didn't call.

She thought about it, if he didn't call, then she would take the initiative.

She didn't hesitate, and directly dialed Leng Beichen's phone number.

But within a few seconds after the call was connected, it turned into a busy signal.

This... It's clear that he hung up on her.

Mo Yan called Chen Yuhuan again, but Chen Yuhuan faltered,

"The young master is busy, so don't disturb him for now."

When Mo Yan heard that Leng Beichen was busy, she stopped pestering her.

She was about to hang up the phone when a very abrupt female scream came from the other end of the phone, "Don't, don't..."

Mo Yan, "..." This voice, why does it make people think in a wrong way?

"Miss, let's begin."

Seeing that the equipment was almost warmed up, the plastic surgeon reminded Mo Yan to lie down again.

Mo Yan had no choice but to suppress the doubts in her heart, twisted the silver needles and carefully pricked a few needles around the scar on her face.

"Doctor, let's start. The laser treatment time can be set to 10 minutes."

The plastic surgeon wearing a mask smiled disdainfully,

"Miss, I am a professional plastic surgeon with ten years of work experience.

Even if the scar area is small, it takes at least half an hour.

But your scar area is not small, at least one and a half hours of laser surgery is required for you. "

"Just listen to me."

Mo Yan responded casually, but the woman's scream kept lingering in her ears, and she couldn't get rid of it for a long time.

After a while, the plastic surgeon showed a surprised expression,

"This... is incredible!"

She quickly turned off the instrument, took off the protective glasses, and looked closely at Mo Yan's small face, unbelievable,
"Miss, after such a short time, your scar has already fallen off.

The key is that there is no pigmentation, just like newly grown skin, thin and tender.

Could it be related to the needle you just stuck? "

Mo Yan's thoughts were pulled back, and she picked up the mirror to take a look.

She was not surprised by this result,

"I heard that laser surgery to remove scars usually takes a day or two at the earliest before the scabs form, and after the scabs fall off, it takes at least two to three months for the pigmentation to fade.

The whole scar removal process took too long and the speed was too slow.

I used acupuncture to soften the scars, stimulate the metabolism deep in the skin, unblock the delivery channels of the dermis, and restore the injured skin to its original state as quickly as possible. "

The plastic surgeon was dumbfounded, "It's incredible."

Combining acupuncture and laser cosmetic surgery, the woman in front of me is probably No.1 in the world.

"Miss, wait, I'll ask Dean Wu to come over."

Not long after, Director Wu of the plastic surgery hospital walked over quickly.

She repeatedly compared the photos of Mo Yan before the scar removal and the repaired appearance, and was amazed.

"Miss Su, I wonder if our hospital will be honored to invite you to be our special acupuncturist? The salary is negotiable."

Mo Yan was overjoyed, the opportunity came without any effort.

This is the most famous plastic surgery hospital in Tiancheng, full of talents, and the medical equipment and technology are also very advanced.

If the training program can take advantage of the existing popularity of the plastic surgery hospital, it will be easier to open up the situation.

"Principal Wu really has discerning eyes." Mo Yan generously shook hands with Dean Wu,
"I am the person in charge of the training project of Leng's Group. I believe that we can cooperate in many places to achieve a win-win situation."

Upon hearing this, Dean Wu quickly took out his mobile phone, clicked on the hot search,
"Are you Mr. Leng's favorite, Huadie?"

Mo Yan, "..." Since when did she gain the reputation of "the most beloved"?

She leaned over to have a look.

Oh my god, the headline on that hot search is "CEO Leng's Openly Opens His Love Affair with "Heart Beloved" Flower Butterfly".

"I'm Huadie, good at makeup and ancient medicine."

Dean Wu patted his thigh, "That's great!"

"Dean Wu, do you have any intractable diseases that you need me to treat?" Mo Yan even took out the needles.

Anyway, when she heard about intractable diseases, her hands itch.

No, it's a brain itch, her hands are controlled by a strange mind, not her own.

"No no, many of my VIP customers want to enjoy the feeling of wearing an invisible mask."

"..." Mo Yan glanced at the time with a look of embarrassment on his face.

It's almost time for lunch.

She was thinking about Leng Beichen and that weird woman's scream.

Mo Yan dialed the phone again, but Leng Beichen still hung up the phone directly.

Speechless, it's been a whole morning, and he's still so busy?

Mo Yan originally wanted to surprise Leng Beichen by appearing beautifully in front of him.

It seemed that someone didn't care much about her.

Mo Yan looked back sadly, and found that Dean Wu had asked the nurses to call the rich women who frequented her.

"Miss Su, what do you think of painting a mask for 20 yuan?"

Dean Wu was afraid that Mo Yan would not agree, so he charged a sky-high price for the mask.

Anyway, rare goods are available, and 20 yuan is considered a micro-plastic surgery for those VIP rich women customers.

Mo Yanyi summed it up, it only takes more than ten minutes to draw a mask, and drawing five people can get 100 million.

The money is so easy to earn!

"Then, for the sake of Dean Wu, let me show off my skills."

Mo Yan half pushed and half stayed.

Unexpectedly, many ladies and ladies in Tiancheng came to make an appointment.

One night is far from enough, so I made appointments for the next day and next week.

He was busy until the evening, when Mo Yan settled the accounts, he actually got 500 million in the account.

God, the 500 million annual salary that Leng Beichen promised, she earned it within a day with her own ability!

So, she is already a little rich woman?

Mo Yan was secretly delighted.

She knew that ladies and ladies were willing to pay sky-high prices for invisibility masks simply because of curiosity.

One time is one time, not a long-term way to make money.

You still have to build your own real business.

"Young Madam Leng, you really don't show your face, no wonder Mr. Leng is so devoted to you."

Mo Yan looked at the Mrs. Gong who spoke eccentrically in front of her, doubts were born again,
"Mrs. Gong, I am Huadie, not Mrs. Leng."

"Aren't you Mrs. Leng? My daughter was so angry that you committed suicide. You came to the hospital to save her. Did you forget?"

Mrs. Gong is Gong Murui's mother, who was brought here by the ladies who played well.

She didn't have the embarrassment to say that she couldn't paint the mask, so as not to be laughed at by others, she was stingy and reluctant to spend money.

Unexpectedly, I saw Mo Yan here.

Mo Yan touched her cheek in bewilderment, the scar was gone, and she didn't wear a mask.

"Probably people are similar." Although she explained this way, she still had many doubts.

Wearing a mask before, they thought she looked like Mrs. Leng, which is understandable. There are many people with similar body and voice.

But now that she has returned to her original appearance, how could she still be like Mrs. Leng?
She suddenly wanted to know Mrs. Leng's past.

A person who can commit suicide in anger must be very mean, right?
"Mrs. Gong, your daughter was so angry that Mrs. Leng committed suicide, what's going on?"

"Are you still pretending to have amnesia? You slandered my daughter for having an affair with Leng Beichen, and even spoke ill of my daughter, which made her commit suicide."

Mrs. Gong was so angry when she mentioned this matter,

"Originally, you saved my daughter, and the grievances between us are settled.

But you pretended to have amnesia.

Do you think our Gong family is so easy to bully, that we can fool around casually?
Too much deception! "

Mo Yan's brows were furrowed into a ball, there is no wind without waves, so Leng Beichen still has affairs with other women?
She made a note of it.

Mo Yan decided to appease Mrs. Gong's anger first,
"Mrs. Gong, to express my apologies, I will not charge your fee."

Mrs. Gong's face became even more angry, "I will be short of your 20 yuan?"

She angrily wrote a check for 30, "Here, 30, and the extra [-] is a tip."

Watching a group of wives leave, Mo Yan smiled awkwardly.

For no reason, he earned an extra [-] tips?
Finally, the work is over.

Seeing that Dean Wu and several nurses worked hard to accompany her and helped her earn so much money, Mo Yan naturally wanted to reciprocate.
"Everyone has worked hard today. I treat guests. Let's go to the spa. After finishing the spa, let's go to the bar for karaoke."

The young nurses cheered...

In the big box of the bar, a few men were drinking and playing cards, having a great time.

Only, Leng Beichen had a stinky face and kept pouring himself wine.

"Boss, you have found my sister-in-law, shouldn't you be happy? Why do you still act like the whole world owes you money?"

Li Huachi went abroad for a while.

I didn't expect that when I came back, I found out that Leng Beichen and Mo Yan had turned upside down, and so many things had happened.

Leng Beichen suddenly said today that he wanted to drink with his brothers, so they all came out to play.

The phone rings.

Leng Beichen drank by himself, ignoring the phone that kept ringing.

Li Huachi leaned forward for a good cause,
"Boss, it's my sister-in-law calling again. You really don't want to answer it? Why don't I answer it for you, so that my sister-in-law won't think about it."

He was very clear about Leng Beichen's feelings for Mo Yan, and he couldn't bear to let her go again.

Li Huachi picked up the phone,
"Sister-in-law, boss... what? Sister-in-law is too drunk, hugging a man and chewing?"