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

Mo Yan closed her eyes annoyed, afraid of something.

It was a good thing that He Qiushan didn't make this call, but it was unintentionally released.

Su Haoran's mood must be even worse now.

"I'll chat with you tonight, all night."

She could think of a way to comfort Su Haoran, and this was the only way.

Su Haoran slightly hooked his lips, "I'm fine."

When he arrived in Kyoto, he insisted on sending Mo Yan to find Leng Beichen.

Because he understands that after experiencing life and death, what Mo Yan wants most now is Leng Beichen.

After stepping into the hotel where Leng Beichen was staying, Mo Yan rushed to his room impatiently.

She didn't tell Leng Beichen that she was coming to the capital, she just asked for the room number in WeChat.

Mo Yan was a little apprehensive, wondering if he would be pleasantly surprised?

Before Leng Beichen's business trip, they had a bad relationship.

At that time, Leng Beichen didn't return all night and lost contact with his mobile phone. After Leng Beichen came back, he was unwilling to explain directly, which made Mo Yan suspect that he had something to do with Gong Murui.

After seeing the trending searches, Mo Yan confirmed that the man in Gong Murui's large-scale photo was not Leng Beichen, and his mood suddenly brightened.

At least, Leng Beichen and Gong Murui are innocent.

When approaching Leng Beichen's room, Mo Yan slowed down, and the joy on his face gradually disappeared.

Ahead, at the door of Leng Beichen's room, Gong Murui knocked on the door, and threw herself into Leng Beichen's arms.

Then, the door closed.

Mo Yan walked to Leng Beichen's door with heavy steps, raised her hand to ring the doorbell, but was unable to press it.

Obviously, the man in the photo is not Leng Beichen.

"Oh, photos can be faked, but everything in front of me is what I saw with my own eyes."

"If he has a clear conscience, why didn't he explain where he went that night?"

She stood silently at the door of the room for a long time.

That heavy door seems to separate the two people forever in two worlds that cannot intersect.

Mo Yan was disheartened.

Let him go, he lives well, that's enough.

The moment I turned around, pearly tears rolled down...

In the room, Leng Beichen pushed Gong Murui away with a dignified expression,

"Murui, I saw the news."

Gong Murui blushed with shame, "Chen, I'm not afraid of being laughed at, but can you divorce Mo Yan?"

"No."

Leng Beichen sat on the sofa in a rebellious posture, and with his slender fingers, he took out a cigar and put it between his thin lips.

After a while, the lingering white smoke spread from his handsome face, making his expression secretive.

Gong Murui's big eyes were full of water,

"Do you want the red flag at home to not fall, while the colorful flags flutter outside? Chen, I don't believe you are this kind of person."

"Murui, sit down."

Gong Murui obediently sat beside him, "If you can't get a divorce because Mo Yan is pregnant, I'm willing to wait."

Leng Beichen took a few deep breaths, "Murui, that person is not me. This is a trap."

After he got off the plane, he was notified by Chen Yuhuan that something big had happened.

Seeing the photos on Hot Search, Leng Beichen immediately asked for an investigation.

"Master, the young mistress has also seen this news, so you should explain it to the young mistress first."

At that time, the meeting had already begun, the host announced the curtain, and applauded him to speak on stage.

Leng Beichen had no choice but to put the matter aside for now.

After the speech, he was quite happy to see a lot of missed calls, and Mo Yan had the most calls.

He thought Mo Yan was jealous after reading the news, so he called to question him.

Maybe he is mean, he likes to see Mo Yan jealous.

But, he realized that he was wrong, Mo Yan didn't question Gong Murui's incident at all.

She didn't say anything other than asking about the plane crash.

After hanging up the phone, he wondered for a while, did Mo Yan really know about Gong Murui's incident?

Chen Yuhuan spoke convincingly, "Young Master, Young Mistress's assistant personally clicked out the photo for Young Mistress to see.

She said that after the young mistress saw it, her expression was very calm.

Later, there was a client in Kyoto, and she decided to go to Kyoto to have an interview with the client.

We are all guessing that the young mistress must want to ask you to question this matter. "

"She came to the capital? Why didn't you tell me?" Leng Beichen suddenly realized that he didn't know much about women.

Mo Yan didn't ask anything on the phone, and her tone was calm, not angry.

And she only asked his hotel room number in WeChat, and didn't say anything else.

"Young Master, that's right, Young Mistress has already asked you for your hotel room number, she must have wanted to surprise you, oh no, maybe it was a shock.

Young master, you have to prepare early, women make a scene and make a lot of noise, if other bosses see it, it would be bad to lose face. "

Leng Beichen, "..." It was already twelve o'clock in the morning, and Mo Yan didn't come at all.

"Chamoyan's activity trajectory today."

At this moment, Gong Murui knocked on the door and entered, and immediately plunged into his arms happily.

Leng Beichen had sharp eyes and quick hands, and pushed her away, intending to tell her the truth.

"Mu Rui, the truth may be cruel, but we must learn to face it.

The man in the photo is really not me.

If you don't mind, you can tell me what happened before and after, and I'll get that man out and give you an explanation. "

Gong Murui was completely dumbfounded, and burst into tears, "How could it not be you?"

She remembered that when he was with "Leng Beichen", he always kept silent, unlike now, when he could talk so much to her.

"But, you still send me WeChat, can this still be fake?"

Gong Murui took out her phone, clicked on Leng Beichen's profile picture,

"Look, you sent me so many messages, saying that you like to be with me, isn't it true?"

The profile picture is Leng Beichen's handsome cover photo that was published in a magazine, and his nickname is Chen.

Leng Beichen's Xuanhan black eyes slightly narrowed,

"Mu Rui, you're too naive. It's obvious that the person used my photo and name to lie to you."

Gong Murui's head exploded with a "boom", and his face quickly turned pale.

sky!How could she have no doubts at all?
She obviously had Leng Beichen's wechat, but when she saw this new wechat, she didn't feel suspicious at all.

"Why? Why did he lie to me?"

Gong Murui cried bitterly, feeling extremely desperate.

She suddenly grabbed the fruit knife on the coffee table and cut off her wrist, "What face do I have to face people? Huh~~"

"Murui, you've fallen into someone's trap when you die."

Leng Beichen knocked down the fruit knife in her hand,

"Someone is trying to lure you into the bait, it's not your fault, you are the victim.

I have sent someone to find that man, and we must find out the mastermind behind it. "

"As for the hot search, I've sent people to promote other news. Your hot search will soon fade out of the public eye, and nothing will happen."

After finally calming down Gong Murui, fearing that she would do something stupid, Leng Beichen let her sleep in his presidential suite, and he looked at her.

Gong Murui fell asleep crying.

Leng Beichen sat on the sofa, watching her quietly, without any sleepiness.

Mo Yan never called.

He raised his wrist to look at his watch, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Mo Yan came to the capital, but didn't tell him, let alone come to him.

Even though his IQ is comparable to that of Einstein, I still don't understand why Mo Yan didn't come to him?
Could it be that she came to the capital really not for him?

Could it be that she really doesn't care about those gossips in her heart?

Chen Yuhuan's phone call came in, "Master, Young Mistress rushed to the capital overnight with First Young Master Su, so you don't have to worry."

Leng Beichen, "..." With Su Haoran, can he not be worried?
He dialed Mo Yan's number, and her phone was turned off.

Leng Beichen's jawline was tense, and his face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out.

He called Su Haoran, and this time he got connected.

"Leng Beichen?" Su Haoran's slightly drunk voice came from the other end of the phone.

He doesn't hold a lot of alcohol, and he will get drunk after a little.

"Is Mo Yan with you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't Mo Yan look for you?"

Su Haoran woke up suddenly, furious,

"Leng Beichen, I personally sent Mo Yan to your hotel and saw her enter the hotel with my own eyes.

She obviously sent me a message to report that she is safe, why is she not with you now?What did you do to her? "