C1 I wear black are you satisfied?

Gripping the wine cup tightly in her hand, Mu Qinghuan sat at the bar counter, trembling all over.

"The national goddess has been lost!" Sun Ziyang sighed.

"Retreat!" As an entertaining reporter, Mu Qinghuan moved quickly, but suddenly saw that someone had scattered a handful of powdery things into the wine cup, shook it a few times, and then brought it back to the bartender.

The bartender immediately carried the glass of wine away.

What were they doing?

Mu Qinghuan boldly followed, and saw the bartender give a man a cup of wine.

Mu Qinghuan walked closer and closer, and recognized him with a single glance.

Feng Cheng.

The illegitimate child of Feng Family, the son that Mr Feng doted on the most.

Mu Qinghuan would never take the initiative to talk to him, because she would never forget that her father was imprisoned in the Feng's Consortium.

She knew that her father's arrest had nothing to do with Feng Cheng. He was only eleven or twelve years old back then, but he was the only one who had seen her father for the last time.

The man coldly sat on the sofa. The flickering lights in the dim room set off an extreme picture of his cold and beautiful appearance.

Admittedly, he was very handsome, and he had made all the women come to him in droves.

His index finger drew a circle around the wine cup. Slowly, the man raised his head and glanced at her. His pair of peach blossom eyes were deep and cold. He narrowed his eyes and spoke with a lazy yet sinister tone. "Go, go."

Mu Qinghuan snorted from the nose, "This isn't your home!"

What the heck?

"I won't disturb you." Mu Qinghuan stared straight at the man.

To be more accurate, she was staring directly at the wine cup at his hand, wishing that she could see through a big hole.

Wine, isn't it clean? drugged? Should I remind him?

The man had an elegant posture. He raised his wrist and gently swirled the liquid in the cup. A strange smile appeared on his face.

Mu Qinghuan felt like reminding him if he wanted to drink or not, but she couldn't.

Would he believe it, even if she did? Maybe he would even misunderstand. She was the culprit.

The man leisurely swirled his wine cup. His strength was not great, it was very elegant, like a dormant beast.

Mu Qinghuan pointed to the wine cup, she wanted nothing more than to take it away, but by doing so, she would definitely make him angry.

The man thought she wanted to strike up a conversation, so he bluntly put down his glass and got up to approach her.

Under the cold atmosphere, Mu Qinghuan could not hold it in and did not want to cause any more trouble.

Turning around, he saw Sun Ziyang pointing at him.

If he lost his goddess, it would be better to expose this Feng Er young master!

Everyone knew that Feng Cheng was not close to women, if he was teased by women, it was unknown how he would react ?

Mu Qinghuan did not want to die, her mouth was tightly pursed! She also wanted to know what the other party's reaction would be.

"Hi, Yours... "What color are the bullets and underwear?"

Hearing that he liked men, that was why she dared to speak in such a lecherous tone. In any case, he had no interest in women, so she wasn't afraid of him at all!

A flash of craftiness appeared in the depths of her eyes as Mu Qinghuan quietly exchanged cups of wine with Feng Cheng.

Mu Qinghuan's shoulders suddenly sank as the wine cup in her hand disappeared without a trace. Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide.

"Haaargh!" The man pointed to two glasses of wine.

Just when she was thirsty, Mu Qinghuan picked up the far away cup and drank it, it should be the normal cup, right?

All of a sudden, his head felt light and his vision turned dark.

Crack. It was the sound of the door being locked.

He actually pushed her into a room that couldn't even be seen?

As expected, curiosity would kill the pig!

The man leaned Mu Qinghuan against the wall and swiped his index finger across the corner of her mouth.

"I'm wearing black. Are you satisfied?"