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

A familiar strong cold air approached.

Mo Yan's heart shuddered, could it be Leng Beichen who came?
But soon, she laughed at herself and denied her ridiculous idea.

He is busy with his ambition, how can he care about her?

While she was thinking wildly, a burst of lively rock music sounded in the private room, and two beams of dazzling light came down.

A slender figure stepped into the room with light dance steps, twisted his body and came to the spotlight.

The rich ladies cheered, "The top card really lives up to its reputation, it's shocking to even appear on the stage~~"

Under the spotlight, the young and handsome man moved vigorously and vigorously, and the hip-hop dance was very enthusiastic and beautiful.

Within a few minutes, he took off his coat and threw it at the rich women sitting on the sofa, showing his strong biceps.

The vest T-shirt tightly wrapped around his body reveals his handsome figure, which makes the rich women even more excited.

They stood up one after another, twisting their fat waists following his dance steps.

There is nothing to say about the leading dancer, but Mo Yan is used to seeing a top male god like Leng Beichen, and has almost no feeling for other men.

In terms of size, the top card is shorter than him, in terms of muscles, the top card's muscles are a bit fake, and in terms of appearance and facial features, they are not at the same level.

Such a top card can have a base price of 100 million?If it was Leng Beichen who took the lead, wouldn't that be a starting price of 1000 million?
Various daydreams inexplicably flashed in Mo Yan's little head, and his mind was full of Leng Beichen's handsome figure, which he couldn't get rid of.

All of a sudden, she came back to her senses in a jerk, she even ran out, what else was she thinking about him?
You have to completely forget about him to relieve your anger!
Seeing that Mo Yan was sitting motionless, the rich women couldn't blend in with them at all, so they all made fun of the top card,

"Honey, your skill is not in place yet, our little sister doesn't like you very much."

The head card also noticed the coldness in Mo Yan's eyes. Facing his hot dance, she was actually distracted?

Most of the people who come here to play are married greasy women. It is rare to see someone as fresh, refined, young and beautiful as Mo Yan.

He tore off the tight vest more vigorously, seemingly casually, and threw it into the pile of women.

The vest with the man's body temperature fell precisely on Mo Yan's hand.

Mo Yan's beautiful eyebrows frowned suddenly, and a look of disgust flashed across her eyes.

She doesn't have a bad habit of collecting men's clothes.

The rich women were envious, "Little sister, get up and warm up quickly, don't sit still."

"I can not dance."

Mo Yan was about to pass on the man's vest to other rich women when a tall and stern figure stepped into the box.

The man's god-like handsome face, handsome and muscular body, two straight and proud long legs, and the incomparable aura emanating from his bones instantly put the top card in comparison.

Leng Beichen?He really came!
Mo Yan's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat uncontrollably.

For a while, she took the vest of the top brand and forgot to throw it away.

The rich wives who were twisting their postures fell silent for a moment, staring intently at the unexpected guest,
"My God, there is a more handsome and charming little fresh meat, is he the top number one?"

"His legs are so long, and his waist and abdomen don't look fat at all, so he must be very strong."

"He's still wearing a suit. He's imitating a billionaire president. This handsome guy should start with at least 500 million yuan, right?"

Mo Yan panicked, Leng Beichen belonged to her, how could he let the wolf-like eyes of these women feast on him?

She hurriedly stood up and rushed in front of Leng Beichen, trying to block the sight of the rich women, "Let's go."

"If you don't leave, you haven't played enough." Leng Beichen's handsome face was tense, and his aura was cold.

Noticing the man's vest in Mo Yan's hand, his dark eyes were covered with a thick layer of frost.

"Still holding someone else's vest, huh?" His last "ah" was emphasized, showing his anger.

"Where is it? I didn't come here on purpose to play..."

Mo Yan was about to throw away the vest, but then she thought, no, he made her angry first, why should she accommodate him?

"You're right, I haven't had a good time yet, how can I leave?" She sat back on the sofa grandly.

Mo Yan crossed her slender legs sexually, and leaned leisurely on the sofa, assuming she wanted to play to the end.

Leng Beichen was so angry that his temples twitched, and the violent and raging breath became stronger and stronger.

How do the rich women know what happened between them?
With the presence of Leng Beichen with his own halo, the originally very eye-catching headline instantly became dark and dull.

They couldn't help approaching Leng Beichen, but were frightened away by his cold eyes.

Seeing Leng Beichen's thin lips tightly pursed, exuding a chilly aura, as if the whole world owed him a lot of money, rich women were unwilling to be able to get close to him, and complained to the manager one after another.

"Manager, what's going on? Is this handsome guy here to show us?"

The manager quickly stepped forward to make a rescue, "He is here to observe and not provide services. Ladies and gentlemen, just look at the top card."

His implication is that you can just do it yourself, don't look for death yourself.

The rich women sat back on the sofa in embarrassment, not interested in looking at the top card, and even became uninterested in the little brother they chose, and couldn't leave their eyes from this strange and shining man.

Not being able to taste this man made their hearts itch, so they came up with Mo Yan's idea.

"Little sister, since you are the host today, we won't argue with you anymore, you booked him."

Mo Yan, "..." Spending his money to book him, isn't that appropriate?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the shadow of prey at the end of Leng Beichen's eyes, and Mo Yan's little heart skipped a beat.

"It's probably expensive, so let's forget it..." She smiled awkwardly.

All of the rich women suddenly concentrated their firepower, earnestly persuading Mo Yan,
"Little sister, your husband is not good at that. You have been a widow since you were young. It's too miserable."

As soon as the voice fell, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped to zero.

Mo Yan's scalp numbs slightly, which pot does not open and which pot to lift, the man probably hates people the most when they say he is not good at that.

She quietly looked at Leng Beichen.

Sure enough, his handsome face was covered with clouds, and the aura of imminent rain was constantly brewing and permeating the air.

Mo Yan's little heart "thumped" in a mess.

It's better to leave quickly and sit down again, I don't know what embarrassing things they will say.

She was about to get up, but when she raised her eyes, she met Shang Leng Beichen's deep black eyes that were so dark that ink could seep out.

His sharp-edged face was turbulent, and his expression was like the cold face of Hades.

Mo Yan clenched her teeth, he was the one who made her unhappy first, what was she afraid of him doing?
The little butt she just raised sat back stubbornly, "Don't mention my husband, he has nothing to say."

"Tsk tsk~~ You don't even want to mention him, your husband must be ugly, right?

I heard that men who are not good at that are usually short, dark and bald. "

"..." The corners of Mo Yan's mouth twitched violently, "No, my husband is quite handsome, but his temper is not very good."

"Don't be so stubborn, we won't laugh at you. A man who is not good at that, besides being ugly, of course he will also be eccentric, like an eunuch."

Mo Yan, "..." She became darker and darker.

This time, she didn't even have the courage to raise her eyelids, she just felt that tall and stern shadow approaching her step by step, which made people tremble with fear.

The group of rich women didn't notice the danger approaching at all, and they talked more and more vigorously,

"Your husband is generous to you, as long as he is willing to spend money for you. As long as you are rich and beautiful, there are plenty of pretty faces waiting in line for you to take care of."

Mo Yan raised her forehead.

The more these women talk, the more outrageous they are, and they can even say the words of raising a little boy.

No, she has to leave no matter what, otherwise I don't know if Leng Beichen will lose his mind.

Mo Yan hurriedly stood up to say goodbye,
"Heh, sisters, I still have something to do, so let's withdraw first, and you have a good time."

As soon as she finished speaking, suddenly, her vision dimmed, and Leng Beichen was already very close.

Mo Yan's legs softened, and she sat back on the sofa, and then, Leng Beichen's tall body pressed over.

Leng Beichen's arms extended to her sides, covering her 360 degrees under his body.

He magnified his flawless handsome face, covered with thick frost, his voice was tense, and he paused every word,
"I heard that your husband is not good at that, huh?"

His high-pitched tail voice is extremely sinister and creepy...