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

Mo Yan's jelly-like mouth was pouted high, and she deliberately squeezed her voice, pretending to be charming like someone else's whiney voice,
"Mr. Leng, I'm so close to you, isn't Miss Gong jealous?"

"Whether you're jealous or not is someone else's business. Anyway, I only have you as a woman."

Leng Beichen showed Mo Yan the breakup information he had prepared long ago, to prove his innocence.

Mo Yan's eyes darkened, and she found out that Gong Mengxi was the eldest lady of the Gong family, one of the four major families in Tiancheng.

She was obviously Leng Beichen's childhood sweetheart, how could she become the scumbag's ex-girlfriend?
Thinking that her husband in law might have a rich love history, the unknown fire burned in her heart.

"Mr. Leng, Ms. Gong fell in love with her handsome husband first, and then you stole his love and his girlfriend?"

Leng Beichen raised his sword eyebrows slightly, did the woman want to break the casserole and find out his loopholes?

This won't bother him, and making up nonsense will have to fool her.

His slender fingers touched the tall bridge of the nose to conceal the twinkle in his eyes, and he spoke nonsense in a serious manner,

"Well~ There is a strong telepathy between the twins. When my brother has a crush on a woman, I will feel it too."

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Theory of twin telepathy?

Mo Yan is noncommittal, but this is not the focus of her concern.

The point is, "Where are the handsome husband and Miss Gong?"

"They didn't even hold hands, and the goodwill disappeared after only one night." Leng Beichen opened his eyes and said nonsense without changing his face.

In fact, he and Gong Mengxi didn't call at all. The two wanted to match them up, but he refused without hesitation.

"Does handsome husband have other girlfriends?"

"No."

Mo Yan's mood suddenly brightened, "Handsome husband is quite simple."

"I don't have a girlfriend either, and I'm also very simple."

Leng Beichen's low smile trembled in his chest. She asked this, which showed that she cared about him.

Mo Yan silently cast him a big white eye in her heart, the scumbag doesn't have a girlfriend?
Believe him [-]%, she is a fool.

She remembered her purpose, "Mr. Leng, I had a dream last night, as if I was kissed by you."

Thinking of his dominance last night, she clenched her teeth tightly, wishing to peel off his skin.

"Then, let's review your dreams today?"

Leng Beichen lowered his head, his handsome face slowly approaching.

Mo Yan clenched her fists, secretly reminding herself not to be impulsive.

Looking at the infinitely enlarged handsome face in front of her, she suppressed her uncontrollable heartbeat, closed her eyelids slightly, and waited for his approach with tight breathing.

The hot breath intertwined, and the tip of his tall nose touched her small face.

Mo Yan's scalp went numb, if he didn't make a move now, when would he wait?

She stretched out her hand suddenly, quickly brushed away the hair covering his forehead, and angrily reprimanded,

"Leng Beichen, you're still pretending—" Mo Yan was dumbfounded, even her tongue was tied.

How could this be?
The skin on his forehead is smooth and clean, no, the whole face is white, tender and flawless, where is there even a little bit of bruise and redness?

A vegetable and a scumbag are really not the same person!Otherwise, his forehead should have been bruised by her.

"Pretend what?"

The corner of Leng Beichen's mouth slightly raised, pretending to be ignorant of her little Jiujiu.

He already knew that she would not give up until seeing is believing, so today he deliberately used up his internal energy to quickly reduce the swelling for himself
"Uh, Mr. Leng's forehead is a little dusty, it's clean now."

She hastily let go of him, her delicate facial features huddled together, regretful.

No longer doubting casually, every time he shoots himself in the foot with a stone, hooking up with the scumbag for a long time in vain.

"I think you are pretending, right?" Leng Beichen would not let his hard work be in vain.

"What can I pretend? I'm real." Mo Yan felt guilty and wanted to run away.

"You're pretending to be reserved."

Leng Beichen took advantage of her upset and lost consciousness, and suddenly clasped the back of her head with his big palm and lifted her forward.

Soft thin lips sealed her lips domineeringly.

Mo Yan's heart shrank severely, and she stretched out her hand to press against his broad and straight shoulders.

But he was as domineering and strong as ever, prying her lips and teeth away, sweeping away all her sweetness.

"Uuuuuuuuuuu~~"

Mo Yan was so kissed that she couldn't breathe, her little face flushed red.

She finally turned her little head to one side to breathe heavily, and he kissed him again.

"Mr. Leng, if you continue to disregard public and private interests like this, I will resign regardless."

Leng Beichen rubbed Mo Yan's moist and swollen lips with calloused fingertips, and stared deeply at her pink and pink face with deep black eyes.

In his eyes, she was inexplicably very delicate and cute, and even the large black spots became petals blooming in his eyes.

"If you like my brother, you must also like me. My brother and I have a telepathic connection, as if we are the same person."

"Fart! What kind of bullshit theory?"

When he let go of her, Mo Yan suddenly pushed him and stood up with a "chuckle".

She thought of a countermeasure in an instant, if she wanted to scare off the big pervert, she could only burn the boat...