Holding the glass in her hand tightly, Mu Qinghuan trembled and sat on the bar counter. She had bad memories in the bar...

"We can't get any trace of the national goddess!" Sun Ziyang sighed.

"Withdraw!" As an entertainment reporter, Mu Qinghuan moved quickly, but she suddenly saw that someone threw a powder-like thing into the wine glass and shook it a few times, and then brought it back to the bar.

The bartender immediately took the glass of wine away.

What were they doing?

Mu Qinghuan followed him boldly and saw the bartender hand the wine to a man.

Mu Qinghuan was getting closer and closer and she recognized him at a glance.

Feng Cheng.

He was Feng Family's illegitimate son and Mr. Feng's most beloved son.

Mu Qinghuan would not take the initiative to talk to him, because she would never forget that her father was arrested and imprisoned in Feng's consortium.

She knew that her father was arrested and it had nothing to do with Feng Cheng. He was only eleven or twelve years old at that time. But he was the only person who had seen her father for the last time. Seeing him, she would think of her father's helplessness.

The man sat on the sofa coldly. The dim, flickering light set his cold and beautiful facial features as a perfect picture.

It was undeniable that he was very handsome, causing women to scramble for him.

His index finger made a circle on the glass. Slowly, the man looked up at her. The fascination of his eyes was charming, deep, cold, narrowed, and there was a hint of viciousness in his tone. He said, "Go, away."

Mu Qinghuan snorted, "This is not your home!"

"Why the man is outrageous?"

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

To be exact, she looked directly at the wine glass next to his hand, as if she wanted to see a big hole.

Was the wine not clean? Was it drugged? Should I remind him?

The man's posture was elegant. He raised his wrist and gently shook the liquid in the cup, and the corner of his mouth was stained with a strange smile.

When Mu Qinghuan saw that he wanted to drink, she really wanted to remind him, but she couldn't open her mouth.

Even if she said it, would he believe it? Maybe there would be a misunderstanding. It was her fault.

The man shook the wine glass slowly. His strength was not strong, but he was very elegant, like a dormant beast.

Mu Qinghuan stretched out her hand and pointed to the glass. She wanted to take it away, but what she did would definitely make him angry.

The man thought that she wanted to strike up a conversation with him, so he directly poured down his glass and got up to approach her.

In the cold atmosphere, Mu Qinghuan couldn't hold back her mood and didn't want to make any trouble.

She turned around and saw Sun Ziyang pointing at Feng Cheng across the air.

It was better to expose Mr. Feng of the Feng Family than to lose goddess!

Everyone knew that Feng Cheng was not close to women. If he was teased by women, she did not know how he would react...

Mu Qinghuan didn't want to die, so she closed her mouth tightly! But she also wanted to know what kind of reaction this man would have.

"Hi, what's the colour of your... bullet pants?"

She heard that he liked men, so she dared to talk nonsense. Anyway, he was not interested in women, and she was not afraid at all!

With a sly look flashing across her eyes, Mu Qinghuan silently exchanged the wine glass with Feng Cheng and put the cup of drugged wine back in her hand. Then she did good deeds for the day to save him.

All of a sudden, her shoulders sank, and the wine glass in her hand also disappeared. Mu Qinghuan suddenly widened her eyes. "What's going on?"

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

It happened that she was thirsty, so Mu Qinghuan picked up the glass, which was far away, and drank it. It should be the normal glass, right?

All of a sudden, she felt her head heavy and feet light. It was dark before her eyes.

"Click!" There was a sound of the locked door.

He actually pushed her into a private and darkroom?

As expected, curiosity would kill pigs!

The man's tall body pressed Mu Qinghuan against the wall, and his index finger touched the corner of her mouth.

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