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

Mo Yan knew that sooner or later he would have to face this hurdle.

"Mr. Gong, I was just about to report to you that Leng Beichen had avenged himself. Because he didn't like me, he insisted on rescinding the agreement."

"Boom!" Gong Mengxi slammed the document on the table again, his heart was surging with anger,

"Su Aiyan, as the chief stylist, you can't figure out who can and cannot be offended?

I have made it clear to you how important this agreement is to the development of our TWEFACE styling center. "

Mo Yan was mentally prepared for being scolded,

"Director Gong, Leng Beichen is so domineering and unreasonable that he can't understand why he's targeting him. Otherwise, I'll take the blame and resign."

"What's the use of your resignation? Can you save the agreement?"

Gong Mengxi suppressed her anger and dialed Leng Beichen's phone number.

After three or four calls, the call finally got through.

She didn't know that it was Leng Beichen who deliberately left her alone to create a sense of crisis for her.

After answering the phone, Gong Mengxi was overjoyed.

At least Leng Beichen still missed her old love and was willing to answer her phone.

She suppressed her voice softly, infinitely gentle, "Mr. Leng, long time no see."

Mo Yan shivered unconsciously.

Damn, Gong Mengxi can still be so feminine?Goosebumps are up.

After Gong Mengxi played a favor card with Leng Beichen, finally, Leng Beichen reluctantly agreed to give them a chance.

"The person who offended me was Hua Die. It would be disingenuous for others to come and apologize. You can do it yourself."

There was no warmth in Leng Beichen's words.

It sounds like she was completely irritated by Huadie and wanted to block her.

When Mo Yan thought that he had almost ruined her innocence in the hotel in the morning, she had no choice but to pretend to be his wife and break up with him before she could escape.

Once the matter of her pretending to be his wife was discovered, it would not be as simple as an agreement or no agreement.

Her life may not be guaranteed.

We must stay away from Leng Beichen, and it is best not to meet him again.

"Mr. Gong, my apology won't work at all. As perverted as he is, I think I'd better resign."

"Resign? No approval! Su Aiyan, you want to pat your ass and leave after you get into trouble?"

Gong Mengxi is not someone to be messed with either, she will never allow others to mess with what she wants.

Mo Yan was in a difficult situation, and she couldn't tell others what happened in the hotel.

"Director Gong, I really tried my best.

Last night, I tried to save it, but failed.

Therefore, I would rather not have a salary, and leave it alone. "

"Zi Li? Su Aiyan, you are too naive."

Gong Mengxi sneered and called the Human Resources Department.

The Minister of Human Resources quickly sent Mo Yan's employment contract.

"Su Aiyan, you are the chief stylist with a high salary, so the compensation is also high."

Gong Mengxi slammed the contract in front of Mo Yan, "See it clearly."

Mo Yan picked up the contract and took a closer look, her face suddenly changed.

"1000 million liquidated damages? This liquidated damages is sky-high and unreasonable at all."

She glanced coldly, and found that surprise flashed across the faces of other colleagues, and she knew it clearly.

It means that other people's liquidated damages are not as ridiculously high as hers.

Gong Mengxi was eloquent, and explained plausibly,
"Su Aiyan, you are a high-level talent, the company not only provides you with a high salary, but also provides you with housing and other special treatment.

In addition, in our industry, the turnover of talents is frequent, so the liquidated damages are slightly higher, which is reasonable. "

Mo Yan thought of the suite in Lingxiang Garden, with an area of ​​more than 100 square meters. She lives alone, and the company has indeed done a good job.

But even so, the penalty for breach of contract is unreasonably high, which is simply bullying the contract.

In the future, if everything is restricted by liquidated damages, she will be very passive.

Mo Yan rolled her eyes,
"Director Gong, I request that the liquidated damages be revised to the normal amount, otherwise I will move out of the company's housing and return to live with President Gong temporarily."

She bet that Gong Mengxi didn't want her to move back to Gong Zheyan's side.

Sure enough, Gong Mengxi's complexion was very ugly, her weakness was caught by Mo Yan.

Her biggest goal is to prevent Mo Yan and Gong Zheyan from getting along day and night.

"Su Aiyan, as long as you apologize to Leng Beichen and restore the cooperation, I will ask the Human Resources Department to re-draft the employment contract."

Seeing Gong Mengxi back down, Mo Yan had no choice but to bite the bullet and head to the bar designated by Leng Beichen.

Along the way, Mo Yan imagined countless possibilities.

"Leng Beichen will definitely take the opportunity to make things difficult for me and ask me to drink with me? Or find a pervert to insult me?"

Before going to the bar, Mo Yan went to the hardware store to buy a dagger.

Standing in front of the door of the bar box, Mo Yan's palms were sweating, feeling uneasy.

Someone pushed the door of the box next door to Leng Beichen, and she peeked in through the crack of the door.

Let me go, there are a lot of greasy men hugging left and right, the cups are mixed with each other, and the atmosphere is smoky.

Needless to say, Leng Beichen's box is definitely not much better, she doesn't like this luxurious atmosphere very much.

Mo Yan touched the dagger hidden on his body, mustered up the courage to knock on the door and enter.

"Mr. Leng, I..." She couldn't help shivering.

The box was very clean, there was no drunkenness and smog, but a strong murderous aura enveloped the box.

If she hadn't seen Leng Beichen present, she would have suspected that she had gone to the wrong box.

Leng Beichen sat on the sofa in a rebellious posture, with his proud long legs resting on the tea table in front of him, exuding an aura that strangers should not get close to.

He rested one long arm on the back of the sofa, shaking the goblet in his hand with the other, raised his handsome face slightly, and poured red wine into his thin lips, which were dyed an evil wine red.

The appearance is both domineering and evil, which is quite different from his usual appearance of the big president.

Mo Yan's eyes turned and fell to the sofa on the other side.

A cold and heartless man was drinking heavily while playing with a handful of silver...

Mo Yan choked for breath, astonishment flashed across her star pupils.

槍？
Looking at the men who looked like thugs standing behind him, Mo Yan was startled.

The waists of these men are bulging, and they seem to be carrying weapons that can fire.

The silence in the box made the heart beat faster, and only the sound of the pistol being turned and played with by the man's big palm could be heard in the ear.

Mo Yan couldn't figure out whether Leng Beichen and this man playing with guns were enemies or friends?

But she couldn't figure it out, Leng Beichen usually had his bodyguards all over him, but now that the other party had a lot of people and armed with ammunition, why did he come out to drink with them alone?
The point is, what did you call her to such a dangerous place?
Mo Yan vaguely felt that the danger was constantly escalating, and the silent contest between the two men became more and more intense.

No matter how powerful Leng Beichen is, he can't beat four hands with two fists, not to mention that the opponent has heavy weapons, so she must stay away from this place of right and wrong.

"Mr. Leng, you have friends here, so I don't want to disturb you."

Mo Yan hurriedly turned around and exited, fearing that if she was late, she would be shot.

"Madam, since you're here, let's meet my old friend."

Leng Beichen's voice came from behind, as deep as ever but full of undeniable disobedience.

"..."

Mo Yan's footsteps stopped, and her legs and feet became weak for a while.

Leng Beichen knew she was a butterfly, but deliberately called her Mrs. in front of that dangerous person?

What is he thinking?