Chapter 1 I'm Wearing Black, Are I Satisfied?

Clenching the wine glass in her hand heavily, Mu Qinghuan sat on the bar with trembling all over, she had bad memories in the bar......

"The national goddess is lost!" Sun Ziyang sighed.

"Withdraw!" As an entertainment reporter, Mu Qinghuan moved quickly, but suddenly saw that someone at the bar sprinkled a handful of powdery things into the wine glass and shook it a few times, and then served it to the bartender again.

The bartender immediately took the glass away.

What are they doing?

Mu Qinghuan boldly followed, and saw the bartender serving the wine to a man.

Mu Qinghuan got closer and closer, recognizing him at a glance.

Lockdown.

The illegitimate son of the Feng family, Mr. Feng's favorite son.

Mu Qinghuan will not take the initiative to talk to him, because she will not forget that her father was arrested and imprisoned in the Feng Consortium.

She knew that her father's arrest had nothing to do with the lockdown, and he was only eleven or twelve years old at the time, but he was the only one who had seen his father's last face, and when she saw him, she would think of her father's helplessness.

The man sat coldly on the sofa, and the flickering lights in the dim light set off his cold and beautiful facial features into an extreme picture.

It is undeniable that he is handsome and makes women flock to him.

The index finger drew a circle on the wine glass, and slowly, the man glanced up at her, a pair of peach blossom eyes were evil and deep and cold, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his tone was lazy but with a hint of ruthlessness, "Go, go." ”

Mu Qinghuan snorted in his nose, "This is not your home!" ”

What the hell is so horizontal?

"I won't bother you!" Mu Qinghuan looked directly at the man.

To be precise, he looked directly at the wine glass in his hand, and he couldn't wait to see a big hole.

Wine, isn't it clean? Drugged? Do you want to remind him?

The man gestured elegantly, raised his wrist and gently shook the liquid in the cup, and the corners of his lips were dyed with a strange smile.

Mu Qinghuan saw that he was going to drink or not, and he really wanted to remind him, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Even if she did, would he believe it? Maybe there will be a misunderstanding, it was her ghost.

The man shook the wine glass unhurriedly, with little force, very elegant, as quiet as a dormant beast.

Mu Qinghuan stretched out her hand and pointed to the wine glass, eager to take it away, but if she did this, she would definitely make him angry.

The man thought she wanted to talk, so he unceremoniously put down his glass and got up close to her.

Under the cold atmosphere, Mu Qinghuan couldn't hold back and didn't want to do much.

Turning around, Sun Ziyang pointed to the closure of the city.

The goddess is lost, it's better to expose this Feng Ershao!

Everyone knows that the lockdown is not close to women, and if you are teased by a woman, I don't know how you will react......

Mu Qinghuan didn't want to die, his mouth was very tight! But I also want to know, how will this stuffy gourd react?

"Hi your...... What color are bullet panties? ”

I heard that he likes men, so she dared to open a yellow tongue, anyway, he is not interested in women, she is not afraid at all!

With cunning in his eyes, Mu Qinghuan silently exchanged wine glasses with Feng Cheng, exchanged the drugged glass of wine back in his hand, and did a good deed that day to save his little tadpole.

His shoulders sank suddenly, and the wine glass in his hand disappeared, Mu Qinghuan's eyes widened, what happened?

"Drink." The man pointed to two glasses of wine for her to choose.

happened to be thirsty, Mu Qinghuan picked up the cup that was farther away and drank it, it should be the normal one, right?

Suddenly there was a burst of lightheadedness, and it was dark in front of my eyes.

Click, it's the sound of a locked door.

He actually pushed her into a private room where she couldn't see her fingers?

Sure enough, curiosity kills pigs!

The man leaned over and pressed Mu Qinghuan against the wall, his index finger running across the corner of her mouth.

"I'm wearing black, are you satisfied?"