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

Mo Yan squinted at Leng Beichen's handsome face full of black belly, her eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Can he have no conspiracy for a business trip that just goes away?

She began to make various excuses, "I didn't bring any luggage."

Leng Beichen glanced slightly sideways at the appearance of her racking her brains to find an excuse, with a hint of evil in the corner of her eyes,
"Just bring someone with you. When you arrive in Kyoto, you can shop as you like. There is no upper limit. I will pay the bill."

Mo Yan, "..." Isn't this treatment too good?
"Will you pay for the villa too?" She wanted to scold him.

"Buy, you can buy as many houses as you want."

Mo Yan, "..." Bragging, aren't you afraid that she will really buy him poor?
Leng Beichen leaned back, resting his hands on the back of his head, and the shirt was tightly pressed against his muscular and well-proportioned chest, looking extraordinarily wild and insolent.

Mo Yan swallowed, the look of a dog man is too sexy and tempting.

She struggled to look back, "But I want to go back and take care of my handsome husband, he can't do without me."

"I'll take care of my brother, don't worry." Leng Siyan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.

Thinking of finally being able to be alone with Leng Beichen, Leng Siyan was in full bloom.

After she came back, she was refused to visit the vegetative for some reason, and she was only allowed to look at it from a distance, and she was not allowed to enter the room.

Now that the second brother is going on a business trip, no one can take care of her, right?

Doubt flashed in Mo Yan's heart.

Leng Siyan threw 500 million at her before and told her to go away, but now that they are going on a business trip, she is a little unnaturally excited, as if she wished she would leave as soon as possible.

Wait, Leng Siyan didn't ask her for 500 million back!

After a series of violent struggles in my heart, "Sister-in-law, I decided not to bend my waist for five buckets of rice, so why don't I return the 500 million..." to you?

Before she finished speaking, Leng Siyan offered another high price, "1000 million, as long as you leave Brother Beichen."

"I'll send you a QR code for payment immediately." Mo Yan almost laughed out loud.

Anyway, she didn't really want to marry.

As long as Leng Beichen can get good care, her doctors will be kind and feel at ease.

Just as he was proud, Mo Yan suddenly felt a chill on the top of his head.

The air pressure in the car seemed to be getting lower and lower, making it difficult to breathe.

"I'll transfer another 500 million to you now, you have to keep your word."

Leng Siyan didn't even blink her eyes, she really picked up her phone and prepared to transfer money.

"Siyan, get out of the car, no money transfer is allowed." Someone finally couldn't bear it anymore.

These two women actually traded in front of him, in order for Mo Yan to kick him off?

Leng Siyan was ruthlessly driven out of the car by someone.

Leng Beichen's Xuanhan black eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Mo Yan's gradually stiff smile at the corner of his mouth with a lethal force,
"You sold me—brother, for 500 million?"

"No, no." Mo Yan's little head shook like a rattle honestly.

Leng Beichen understood just now that Mo Yan suddenly flew away by plane because Leng Siyan transferred her 500 million.

Seeing her denying it, he was not so angry, at least she was nervous about his feelings.

"I sold him for 1000 million." Mo Yan added lightly.

Leng Beichen had just let out half of the breath he was holding back, and he almost lost his breath again.

"Mo Yan!" He roared angrily.

As soon as the words fell, Mo Yan lightened her body, and in the next moment, she was forcefully lifted onto his lap.

Mo Yan's small face became hot for a while, and she made an awkward posture again, is it annoying?

Even through the cloth, she could clearly feel the strength accumulated in his lean muscles.

The scorching heat came from her overalls skirt, which was very imaginative.

"Mr. Leng, you are too much! Aren't you afraid that others will say it?"

Mo Yan struggled a few times but failed to break free. She glanced at the driver in panic, as if she was doing something she shouldn't be doing.

"Who dares to say that I am too much?"

Leng Beichen's big palm brushed against her skirt whether it was intentional or unintentional.

Mo Yan suddenly felt hot on the part of her leg touched by him, which made her whole body feel like it was on fire, and she was at a loss for what to do.

Leng Beichen pinched her delicate jaw with his slender fingers, straightened her jade-white face, and suddenly bowed his head.

Mo Yan's pupils shrank for a while, and he couldn't wait in front of the driver?
Dead satyr!
Just as she raised her hand to push away his face, which was getting closer and closer, her wrist tightened suddenly.

In the next second, she was pulled heavily, her small body flung forward, and her hands were pulled around behind his thin waist.

Her posture instantly became indescribable——

She hugged his muscular waist with both arms, and her whole small body lay on top of him.

The heart nest touched his strong and tough chest, and they could clearly feel each other's violent heartbeats.

"Crack!" The button of the shirt could not stand the test and came out again.

The small ditch that is white and snowy is looming in Leng Beichen's sight, it is too beautiful to behold.

The body temperature passed, and Mo Yan's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

"Let go of me!" Her two little hands were tightly bound by him, and she was half dead with anger.

Leng Beichen's sexy thin lips continued to approach slowly.

The handsome face magnified infinitely, and Mo Yan's little heart shrank tighter and tighter.

He's crazy!
Are you really so arrogant that you don't care about anyone's presence?
Leng Beichen stopped abruptly when he was only a thin sheet of paper away from Mo Yan's bright red lips.

Sight and breathing are intertwined.

"Are you really willing to sell me for just 1000 million—brother?"

Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he was just scaring her, not really going to kiss her.

She replied seriously, "Reluctantly."

Leng Beichen's handsome face slowly opened a sinister arc,

"Then tell me, how much do you like me—brother?"

"I like it very much. It's not noisy and looks good."

Mo Yan kept reflecting on himself, "He is so good, he must sell at least 2000 million.

But if the asking price is 2000 million, will Miss Leng be slaughtered too fiercely? "

Leng Beichen, "." The anger that had just dwindled in his chest quickly rose again.

"Mo Yan!"

He suddenly moved forward, biting the tender lips of the little woman.