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

Mo Yan wanted to cry but had no tears. If she had known, she would not have let Leng Beichen post on Moments.

Back in the office, Mo Yan drank three glasses of water, but the smoke was still coming out of her throat, which was painful.

Thinking of the picture of the conference room, she covered her face.

Shame!

Leng Beichen posted on Moments, there must be people from the Leng Group who knew about their presence in the meeting room.

"Director Mo..." The assistant came in suddenly, startling Mo Yan.

The assistant knocked on the door, but Mo Yan was so dazed by Leng Beichen that she didn't hear the knock.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yan pretended to be calm, feeling extremely empty.

Seeing the assistant smiling, she suspected that the assistant must be laughing at her.

"Did you hear, my colleagues are screaming like crazy."

"Scream?"

After being reminded by the assistant, Mo Yan really heard the voices outside, and the screams became louder and louder.

How could such a nice office building be so lively?
It's over, must they all know that she and Leng Beichen are having trouble in the conference room?
Mo Yan was annoyed again and again, no matter what, this was a bad thing he did, and he needs to come forward to settle it.

She walked out of the office angrily and wanted to settle accounts with Leng Beichen, but she froze for a moment.

There are many colorful love balloons floating in the huge president area, and each balloon seems to have words written on it.

It's really a house full of romance, and the monotonous office area suddenly becomes a sea of ​​love.

Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that they were not laughing at her.

"Who is so happy to have such a romantic boyfriend? Are you asking for marriage? You want to treat me."

Mo Yan was also envious. She never knew in her life whether she would have a chance to be proposed.

She looked around at the female colleagues whose eyes were full of pink bubbles, and secretly guessed which female employee was going to be proposed.

"Director Mo said he wants to treat guests, everyone has dinner!" The staff cheered.

Mo Yan, "..."

"Director Mo, if you want to treat me, this happy person is you."

Mo Yan was dumbfounded, these balloons were arranged by Leng Beichen?
She stood on tiptoe to take a closer look, her heart was filled with sweetness.

On each love balloon is written, "Mo Yan, I love you!".

Moreover, the handwriting is vigorous and vigorous, and it is Leng Beichen's own handwriting.

"Excuse me, who is Miss Mo?"

Someone sent a large handful of extremely gorgeous blue enchantresses.

The female staff screamed again and again,

"Mr. Leng is so romantic. I didn't realize that he still has romantic qualities before."

"There are one hundred and eight blue enchantresses here, and I only know that the flower language of 11 is single-minded."

"The flower language of 99 flowers is eternal, does the [-] flowers have any special meaning?"

The female staff members went to Baidu to search for the flower language of the blue enchantress one after another, and they were more active than Mo Yan.

Mo Yan couldn't hold back the raised hook at the corner of her mouth, and her beautiful eyes kept aiming at the CEO's office.

After doing so many things, why didn't he come out by himself?

"I found it!"

A female staff member was the first to shout excitedly,

"The flower language of one hundred and eight blue enchantresses is marriage proposal! President Leng proposes marriage!"

Mo Yan was startled, her black and white beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

Could it be that he remembered her casual question that day?

Mo Yan wept with joy.

As a substitute, she never dared to expect to enjoy Leng Beichen's marriage proposal.

Dreams can come true!

Mo Yan felt as happy as in a dream.

But what about others?still busy?

She didn't have the nerve to ask, after all, the marriage proposal was just a guess, maybe he just happened to buy one hundred and eight blue enchantresses.

Mo Yan was patient, one hour, two hours...

Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, Leng Beichen was nowhere to be seen.

In the end, Mo Yan was so anxious that she dialed Leng Beichen's phone number, but it said that there was no signal.

Before leaving get off work, Chen Yuhuan pushed the door into Mo Yan's office with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Young mistress, the young master must have something urgent to deal with, so don't worry."

Mo Yan shrugged pretending to be relaxed, "I'm not in a hurry, his business is important."

Chen Yuhuan pushed his eyes, relatively speechless.

He knew that Leng Beichen usually regarded Mo Yan as more important than his career.

Today, I asked an expert think tank to design the marriage proposal process, and arranged a romantic atmosphere according to the experts' suggestions.

As soon as he turned his head, Leng Beichen had disappeared, and even his personal assistant had no idea where he had gone.

He originally thought that Leng Beichen would come back before get off work for such a big matter as a marriage proposal, but unexpectedly, it was already time, but he couldn't even get through to his phone.

"Young Mistress, why don't you go back to rest first, and I'll pick you up when the Young Master comes back."

Mo Yan's heart sank little by little.

So, even Chen Yuhuan didn't know what he was going to do.

"Okay, I promised to treat my colleagues to a big meal, let's go to have fun first."

Mo Yan took a group of staff from the president's district to a hotel under Leng's Group to book several tables of banquets and make a fortune.

Seeing his colleagues so happy, Mo Yan forced a smile, but his eyelids kept twitching.

Although Leng Beichen is rebellious and unruly, he does his own way, but for such a big matter as a marriage proposal, he suddenly disappeared, which is too weird.

Did something happen to him?

The more Mo Yan thought about it, the more she felt breathless, and hurried out of the private room.

Not far away, a slender figure walked through the aisle and disappeared around the corner.

"Gong Murui? What are you doing wearing sunglasses and a hat at night?"

Gong Murui's outfit is quite different from her usual style, which makes people feel a bit sneaky.

Driven by curiosity, Mo Yan followed.

I saw Gong Murui entering the VIP elevator.

Mo Yan watched the elevator door close from a distance, and after a while, the elevator stopped on the eighth floor.

The eighth floor is the guest room floor.

Various speculations flashed through her mind.

A rich young lady sneaks into the hotel to get a room at night, with whom?
At this moment, she remembered the question Gong Murui asked about watching movies during the interview.

But Gong Murui did not deny that she and Leng Beichen watched a movie last night.

But Leng Beichen later, under her questioning, said that he stayed up all night last night to make a proposal.

Mo Yan believed in Leng Beichen, he didn't bother to lie to her.

Then I watched a movie with Gong Murui last night, who is she dating now?

Mo Yan did not follow, but turned around.

This hotel is owned by the Leng Group.

Mo Yan straightened her waist, and walked to the front desk in a high-profile manner while making a phone call.

"Mr. Leng, let me go upstairs to find you now? Okay, what room are you in? Hello? Mr. Leng? Why is there no signal? Didn't say what room number..."

She walked to the front desk, and knocked on the countertop forcefully like her superior,
"Check Mr. Leng's room number for me. Before he made it clear, the mobile phone lost signal."

The front desk naturally thought that Mo Yan was a high-level executive of the Leng Group headquarters, and answered without asking about Mo Yan's identity.

"Mr. Leng never came to open the room."

Mo Yan could see that the front desk had no doubts about her, and the answer was truthful, and she was relieved.

Suddenly, she thought, "Check again to see if there is a guest surnamed Leng staying?"

The lady at the front desk checked and found that there really was a title of "Mr. Leng", and the identity information was very mysterious.

On the eighth floor, room 808.

Mo Yan's little heart couldn't help sinking, all of this was such a coincidence.

Leng Beichen is gone, and this Mr. Leng can check in without showing his ID card. The background is obviously not simple...