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

"Hey, what do you want to do?"

Before Mo Yan could start cursing, her head was heavy, and his big palm clasped the back of her head forcefully.

"Barbarian, can't you speak well?"

Mo Yan was about to reach out to support himself, but his speed and strength were terrifying.

Her small face couldn't be controlled by herself, and she quickly pressed against his tight crimson thin lips, not giving her any time to escape.

The next second, her lips tightened, and her lips and teeth were pried open before she could defend herself.

Leng Beichen's movements were done in one go, and Mo Yan didn't even have a chance to struggle, and instantly became his meal.

The domineering and powerful kiss came surging.

The man is like an overlord, extremely strong, and nimbly swept every part of her lips inside and outside, making it impossible for her little fish to escape.

Mo Yan was finally let go after a kiss.

Mo Yan rubbed her moist, red and swollen lips vigorously, she was almost pissed off.

It was agreed to break up completely, and within a few hours, they kissed again. What did he think of her?

She punched it angrily.

"Think clearly before doing anything, if you don't want your hands to hurt." Leng Beichen closed his dark eyes, not afraid of her doing it at all.

Mo Yan's fist was stagnant in the air, and his expression changed for a while.

That's right, hitting him will only hurt her.

"Shameless! The dignified CEO, you don't count what you say, didn't you say you won't pester me?"

"Who is pestering whom? You insist on bandaging my wound."

Leng Beichen deliberately raised his hands, as if to rest his head on the back of his head.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Mo Yan grabbed his injured hand.

"If you don't take care of your wound, and rub it everywhere, it will fester, and even if it heals in the future, it will leave a scar."

"You don't even care about my people, what do you care if I leave scars on my hands?" Leng Beichen made a gesture to withdraw his hand again, but Mo Yan grabbed it tightly.

She figured it out, and as soon as he let her go, the plane flew as if it was staying on a flat ground, extremely stable.

She had to wonder, "Can you still control the plane? Steady it if you want it to be stable, shake it if you want it to shake? Are you trying to trick me?"

Leng Beichen touched his lower cheek with the tip of his tongue, so wicked,
"Are you thinking too highly of me? I can't rule it out. It's because the plane learned that you wanted to find an excuse to approach me and deliberately fulfill you."

Mo Yan gave him a hard look, "Do you think I'm a fool?"

She decided not to argue with him for the time being, and knelt down to help him deal with the wound.

Leng Beichen's scorching gaze fell on Mo Yan.

She took the disinfectant and gently wiped the wound, her little face was full of seriousness.

There was a throbbing in his chest, and his mood wasn't so bad anymore.

The stubborn little woman was still very nervous about him, and it was not in vain that he intentionally made the wound miserable and refused to let the nurse bandage him up.

Just wait for the fish to take the bait automatically.

"It's dealt with, don't touch hot water for a few days."

As soon as Mo Yan raised his head, Leng Beichen immediately closed his eyes, pretending to rest his eyes.

Finally got off the plane, just as Mo Yan was about to get up, her eyes dimmed, and a pair of sunglasses were placed on the bridge of her nose.

"What are you doing wearing sunglasses at night? You want me to wrestle?"

Mo Yan squinted at Leng Beichen who was also wearing a pair of sunglasses.

Half of his handsome and extraordinary face was blocked by the wide-screen sunglasses, making his nose taller, his facial features more three-dimensional, and his habitually tight thin lips more sexy and alluring.

Leng Beichen raised his sword eyebrows slightly, "If you don't want to be chased by reporters, just wear it obediently."

"I'm not a public figure. The reporters are full, so what are you chasing me for?"

Although Mo Yan was stubborn, she believed in Leng Beichen's judgment.

Sure enough, there were really a bunch of reporters guarding the airport.

As soon as they saw Leng Beichen coming out, they immediately surrounded him.

"Mr. Leng, I heard that you are going to be the male spokesperson of the Leng Group, can you tell me which celebrity you want to be the female spokesperson for the CP?"

Mo Yan evaded and walked behind, wishing to draw a clear line with Leng Beichen.

"The female spokesperson is the woman in the back." Leng Beichen did not let her go.

"what?"

Mo Yan didn't have time to express her astonishment, and instantly became the focus of the flashlight.

The reporters surrounded her, "Is Miss a new traffic artist in the industry? She looks familiar."

The large-screen sunglasses blocked her dark spots, the perfect face shape and delicate chin, nose and lips, all convincingly, she is a peerless beauty.

The reporters unanimously ruled that she was a rising star, because Leng Beichen had taken a fancy to her, and it was impossible not to be popular.

Mo Yan's eyes turned, and she took the opportunity to tug once, destroying the prestige of the dog man,

"My schedule is very tight, and the endorsement contract has not yet been finalized. Let's see how sincere Leng is."

The reporters looked at each other in blank dismay, playing tricks on Leng Beichen before she became popular, does she still want to mess around?
Their eyes all turned to Leng Beichen. In this situation, Leng Beichen might announce on the spot that she would be disqualified from being a spokesperson.

They were even a little gloating, their acting career was cut off right after their debut, and she could only blame her for drifting away.

Leng Beichen Feng Leng's thin lips curled up evilly,
"Isn't it sincere enough to send you a billionaire? Now that the underground love affair has been exposed, we will face it honestly and hand in hand."

As he spoke, he held Mo Yan's hand, and smiled charmingly in love with the cameras of the reporters.

The corner of Mo Yan's mouth twitched violently, what does he mean by saying this in front of the reporter?
Sure enough, the reporters went crazy in an instant, and they kept typing on their flashing lights.

Proper headline, definitely the number one hot search.

The cold and abstinent super male god Leng Beichen personally admits his underground love affair with a rising star artist.
After being taken enough photos by the reporters, Leng Beichen waved his big palm and said, "It's all gone."

The reporters all said goodbye to him politely, "Mr. Leng has worked hard, we will withdraw immediately."

Mo Yan was dumbfounded. Since it was so easy to dismiss the reporters, why did they let them take so many photos and videos?
Getting into the car, Mo Yan couldn't help but question,

"Mr. Leng, you don't intend to use the media to suppress me, do you?"

Leng Beichen took off his sunglasses and threw them aside, his impeccably handsome face was extraordinarily serious,
"Mo Yan, a lesson from the past, a teacher from the past.

The male star overturning incident tells us that contemporary spokespersons should be cautious in their words and deeds. A little inattentiveness will damage the company's brand image. "

Mo Yan laughed angrily, "Who promised you to be the spokesperson? I'm just a little assistant."

Leng Beichen leaned back aggressively, "The company is not as good as it seems on the surface.

If you don't win this battle, your salary will go to waste.

If you can win, your salary plus an endorsement fee can be raised to at least 1000 million. If you don’t do it, naturally many people will rush to do it. "

"Do I look like such a greedy person?"

Mo Yan paused for a moment, not to let the fat water flow into the field of outsiders, "I can do it reluctantly, but I have my words first, and you can't touch me in private again."

"Yes, it's business." Leng Beichen actually readily agreed.

"Why do you want me to be your spokesperson?"

Mo Yan murmured in his heart that it was probably because he had seen her dressed up in the styling center, she looked as beautiful as a celebrity, but her price was much cheaper than a celebrity.

Who knew, Leng Beichen was serious,
"You are my—brother's legal wife. If I—brother engages in CP with others, won't I become a scumbag in the mouth of the world?"

Mo Yan frowned. So, when he comes back this time, he wants to replace Leng Beichen with full authority?

Leng Beichen saw through her doubts, talking to himself as if explaining,

"The company's situation is unstable, so I can only use my identity as brother to preside over the overall situation."

Just saying, "Chi~~"

There was a harsh sound of tires rubbing violently against the ground, and the car stopped.

The driver glanced outside, "Young master, it was Miss Siyan's car that rushed over desperately and stopped our car."

Mo Yan was surprised, stopped her brother's car, why did Leng Siyan go so hard?

Remembering that Leng Siyan wanted to take 1000 million to drive her away, Mo Yan felt more and more that the behavior of this young lady of the Leng family was too weird.

Is there something unknown here?