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

Chen Yuhuan called to ask for credit, "Second Young Master, this shopping mall will open tomorrow, and I sent them a few flower baskets, and they promised to let you go in and have a good time. Are you satisfied, Young Mistress?"

Leng Beichen, who had turned on the speakerphone on purpose, arrogantly stared at Mo Yan, who was frowning coldly at him, curled his lips evilly,

"Hmm~~ She's very satisfied, but she suddenly put her hands on her hips and turned into a tigress."

Mo Yan was terribly annoyed, trying to play tricks on him, but was tricked by him instead,
"You already knew that there was something abnormal on your face?"

"I'm not blind, styling centers, restaurants, shopping malls, cars, where is there no mirror?"

Leng Beichen wrapped her in his arms, "Come out and play, be happy, didn't you kiss me very happily too?"

"Happy about your size!" Mo Yan pushed him away.

It's all worn out, she doesn't need to act intimacy with him anymore.

"Since you knew you had lip marks on your face, why didn't you wash them off?"

"because."

Leng Beichen's bottomless black eyes dimmed because he was reluctant.

But what he said was the black-bellied version, "It's because of this that I can continue to lie to you with kisses."

"Go back." Mo Yan retreated angrily.

Not only did she not take advantage of him, she was also tricked into kissing him a few times, so irritable!

When Mo Yan returned to the hotel, he locked himself in the room, not wanting to have any contact with the big devil.

Leng Beichen knocked on the door several times. She pretended to be deaf and dumb, and fell asleep with her head covered after taking a bath.

Leng Beichen felt irritated after being turned away.

But he was afraid of scaring her away, so he tried his best to control the urge to break in.

"You want me to stay alone in the empty room again today? Cruel woman."

Chen Yuhuan, who went to bed early and wanted to catch up on sleep, was woken up by the phone, his eyes were sleepy,
"Master, won't you be locked out again?"

"Is it strange? Isn't it because your think tank's work is not in place?"

Across the radio waves, Chen Yuhuan could feel Leng Beichen's displeasure and recklessness. Relying on the sky and the emperor's distance, he bluntly exposed him,
"Young master, not only did you not treat her coldly and show sympathy, you even threatened her and frightened her, turning around and clinging to her again. According to the experts, you have not done anything."

Leng Beichen leaned back on the sofa angrily, and put his long legs on the coffee table recklessly,
"I spent a lot of time today just for her, learning the skills of gaining sympathy from several well-known actors. Am I not sincere enough?"

"Hey, young master, you still have the nerve to mention learning? You just talk but don't practice."

Chen Yuhuan knew that Bo sympathy was harder than killing Leng Beichen, who was inherently noble, arrogant and defiant.

"Let the think tanks think about other plans and give me special problems. What do I hire them for with a high salary?"

Leng Beichen hung up the phone angrily, other than pretending to be a vegetable, he couldn't make himself appear in front of Mo Yan as a weak person.

Tossing and turning for a while, actually insomnia?

He simply went into the bathroom to take a cold shower.
Confused for a while, Mo Yan was awakened by the sound of the door opening outside, and she glanced at the time.

"Twelve o'clock in the morning? It's so late, and he still wants to go out?"

She was about to turn over and continue to sleep, when a woman's voice came faintly,

"Sorry to bother you so late."

Mo Yan pricked up her ears, suspecting that she was hallucinating.

"In the middle of the night, where is the woman?"

By coincidence, she got out of bed and put her ear to the door.

The woman's voice became clear, "Go ahead and wash, I'm not in a hurry."

"I've finished washing, just sit down." Leng Beichen said in a deep magnetic voice.

"Wash? In a hurry?"

Mo Yan automatically made up the picture of these words, and her heart shuddered, "Could it be that kind of girl? Shameless!"

"With Miss Ben here, don't think about polluting my air."

She opened the door abruptly, and a scent of shower gel wafted in.