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

Mo Yan didn't ask for further investigation. Regardless of whether it was true or not, she didn't want Leng Beichen to be discussed behind her back.

She came to the eighth floor alone.

Staring at the heavy door of No. 808, which seemed to be separated from a world, she struggled violently for a long time, and finally she left silently...

Leng Beichen didn't return all night.

Mo Yan stayed up all night again, and only passed out in the morning.

He vaguely felt the bed collapse to one side.

The familiar masculine breath sprayed out, and the soft thin lips fell on her forehead.

Mo Yan was so sleepy, she unconsciously slipped into her warm embrace, and fell asleep more and more deeply.

I don't know how long I slept, "Baby, it's time to drink bird's nest porridge."

The familiar and pleasant voice gently touched her ears, and Mo Yan opened her blurred eyes.

In front of him, Leng Beichen's handsome face, exquisite as if carved, and somewhat lazy, gradually became clear.

The moment he saw Leng Beichen, Mo Yan felt mixed feelings.

She stretched out her hand to gently caress his incomparably handsome face, stroking back and forth on his slightly prickly chin with light stubble.

"I suddenly had important matters to deal with yesterday, are you not angry?"

Leng Beichen leaned forward, bit her lips, and gently crushed her a few times.

Mo Yan remained silent.

not angry?Forgive me, I can't do it!

She no longer knew what kind of emotion she should use to face him.

Reason told her to trust him, whether it was a couple or a couple, they all said to trust him.

But with so many suspicious points, can she pretend to ignore them?
Unconditional trust, easier said than done?

"Hmm~~ You actually have dark circles under your eyes. Is it because I'm not here, so you can't sleep well?"

Leng Beichen held Mo Yanying's small white face with both hands, his handsome face was full of pity.

Mo Yan drooped her long eyelashes to conceal the dark surge in her eyes.

Try him instead.

If she doesn't come home all night, doesn't even make a phone call, and the mobile phone still can't be reached, will he suffer from insomnia?

Mo Yan turned over suddenly, and her small body consciously ran on top of Leng Beichen.

She stretched out her arms to hook Leng Beichen's neck, buried her small face in the socket of his neck, and took a deep breath.

Her sudden intimacy made Leng Beichen very excited.

Xiaobie is better than a newlywed, it seems true.

This indifferent woman actually sometimes takes the initiative.

Leng Beichen tightened his long and powerful arms, hugged Mo Yan tightly, and took off her pajamas with his big palm.

Just when his big warm palm wanted to cover her belly and feel the baby's presence, Mo Yan blocked him.

"Did you take a shower when you came back?"

Leng Beichen was confused, "Washed."

Mo Yan rolled back onto the bed silently.

It's no wonder that he didn't smell any other woman's breath on him. Even if there was evidence of guilt, he had already destroyed it.

Leng Beichen's lust was aroused, and his tall body pressed him over, but Mo Yan rolled over and hid.

"Didn't you see that I was waiting for your explanation?"

Mo Yan squinted her starry eyes, really wanting to see the structure of this man's brain?
Did he think that a man who doesn't come home at night can act as if nothing happened and he doesn't need to explain the reason to his wife?

"I just explained that there are important things to deal with."

Mo Yan, "..." Such a perfunctory sentence is called an explanation?

It's so fucking speechless!

Leng Beichen approached again, his powerful arms imprisoned Mo Yan's slender body, preventing her from escaping.

His handsome face was buried in the woman's snow-white swan neck, and he whispered coquettishly,

"Honey, I'm going on a business trip today, and we won't be able to see each other for several days.

So, before the business trip, give me some gentle benefits, okay? "

"Where?"

"To Kyoto, an important meeting."

As soon as the words fell, Leng Beichen's wet and hot breath rose from the woman's neck all the way up, enveloping her jade-like ears in an instant.

Mo Yan's nerves tensed, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.

This is her sensitive spot, every time he sweeps her earlobe, she will easily surrender.

But thinking about it, he probably had a relationship with Gong Murui last night...

She hated it to death.

Mo Yan's small face turned to one side, "I followed the drama last night, and it was about a story about King of the Sea."

Seeing that Mo Yan resisted his intimacy, Leng Beichen could only listen to her stories patiently.

"A traffic star is very handsome, after making out with his real girlfriend, his girlfriend has something to leave.

It just so happened that the boss's secretary came to him to sign the contract, and the secretary took the initiative to tease him, and the two hit it off. "

Leng Beichen, "..." This kind of drama has no creativity, how can it make money?

His handsome face was buried, and he began to feel restless, "You say what you say, and I'm listening."

Mo Yan was sucked by him, and her little hands grabbed the quilt tightly.

She clenched her teeth tightly, pretending she didn't feel anything, and continued telling the story,
"After the secretary left, another new young model came in. He said he would help her to check her own conditions, and let the young model down again. After the young model left, his agent came, and he..."

Leng Beichen raised his handsome face that was blushing to the point of bleeding, his deep black eyes were full of lust,
"Baby, do you believe in this kind of bloody TV? That man was just released from prison, is he crazy about women?"

"Guess what I would do if I were his real girlfriend?"

Mo Yan's teeth were already clenched, and silver needles flashed on her fingertips.

"You will directly make him a eunuch." Leng Beichen smiled lowly.

He is not stupid, how could he fail to hear the meaning in Mo Yan's words, "Are you threatening me?"

"You admit that you are the king of the sea?" Mo Yan was sweating from the fingertips holding the silver needle.

At this moment, she really wanted to abolish him.

Leng Beichen's big palm easily pushed her clenched fingers away, and knocked off the silver needle.

His long fingers slid and intertwined with hers, and a gentle kiss fell on the tip of her nose and lips,

"Baby, don't think about it, I will make you a grand marriage proposal when I come back."

Leng Beichen's cell phone kept ringing like a reminder, and Chen Yuhuan called to remind him of the boarding time.

"Baby, wait for me to come back."

After Leng Beichen said goodbye to Mo Yan, he hurried to the airport.

Leng Beichen's unique masculine aura still lingered in the room, Mo Yan took a deep breath, and decided to let go of the grudge in his heart for the time being.

He didn't admit it without evidence, she didn't want to turn herself into that kind of suspicious and jealous woman.

Wait for him to come back and continue interrogating him.

Mo Yan collected her mood and went to the company.

Women still have to have their own careers. Men are like clothes. If they are really disabled, take off their clothes and change them into comfortable ones.

She comforted herself like this and stepped into the company.

However, she found that her colleagues were whispering and looking at her very strangely.

Their eyes flickered, as if something important had happened to her.

Seeing Mo Yan approaching, the assistant hurried over, hesitating to speak.

"Tell me, I can bear it." Mo Yan leaned back on the swivel chair, guessing what they were talking about?
Was it talking about Leng Beichen's hesitation about marriage, so he didn't show up at the proposal scene?

The assistant clicked on the news and handed it to Mo Yan,

"Director Mo, you have to hold on, Mr. Leng is on the hot search, and he also said that there are pictures and the truth."

The assistant was afraid that Mo Yan would be too sad, so he added,

"Actually, the media didn't mention Mr. Leng by name, I think it must not be Mr. Leng.

But in the comment area below, many netizens made a fuss, leaving messages saying that the man looks like Mr. Leng, and Mr. Leng was framed and wronged just like that. "

Mo Yan took the phone, her pupils shrank slightly.

Nima, this photo is still in high definition.

Their posture...