Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 545 Your appearance really stains the eyes

Hearing her words, Han Cheng turned his head, looked at her smiling face, and was slightly taken aback.

Menglan...it's really beautiful.

Even though there is never a shortage of beauties in this kind of club, even if they add up, they can't resist Menglan's charm at all. Her charm seems to come from the bottom of her bones, and it is difficult for a man to resist.

It's just that when Han Cheng saw Meng Lan's appearance, his heart felt more sad and distressed. Compared with her before, she was a completely different person.

How much suffering did she go through to make her what she is now?
"Of course, we haven't seen each other for so long, we really should have a good drink." Han Cheng calmed down, raised his glass with a smile, and collided with her in mid-air.

Meng Lan maintained a slight smile on her face, but when she drank the stimulating wine, her brows could not help but frown.

My stomach feels like it's on fire!

Obviously she didn't eat anything at all, but now she just feels sick, and her head is dizzy.

"What's the matter?" Seeing something strange, Han Cheng sat closer to her, "Is there something wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Meng Lan waved her hand towards him, resisting the urge to vomit, and put down her wine glass for the time being, "I'm sorry, I'll go to the bathroom first."

As she said that, she got up from the sofa as quickly as possible, staggered out of the box, and just pushed open the door of the bathroom, she threw up with her hands on the toilet.

So uncomfortable.

At the end of the vomiting, only stomach acid was left, and the bursts of pain that swept up suddenly spread all over her limbs. Menglan had no strength, reached out and closed the door with a bang, and squatted on the cold floor superior.

In her current state, she is not suitable to meet people.

She curled herself up into a ball, took out the cigarette case from her pocket, pulled out a cigarette and held it between her two fingers, tremblingly holding the lighter to light it.

boom!
The door was suddenly pushed open forcefully.

Meng Lan was caught off guard for a moment, almost being pushed out, but fortunately, she reacted quickly, holding the sink to stabilize her body in time.

You don't need to look to know that Feng Mu is here.

"Menglan, you're really getting more and more misbehaving. You haven't completed the tasks I assigned you, so you're hiding here?" Feng Mu put one hand in his pocket, looking down from a high position, looking at her with indifference.

He stretched out his hand, pulled Meng Lan up, snatched her cigarette and put it in his mouth, "Cheer up, your self-willed depravity looks really dirty to your eyes!"

self-defeating...

This word pierced Menglan's heart fiercely, she lowered her head, and used the broken hair on her temples to block the disappointment in her eyes.

You see, no matter how much she does for Feng Mu, she can't win half of his favor.

Only by being good, can he let him go.

"Of course not as pure as Mr. Feng's fiancée. I am the owner of the Dream Club. If you provoke me voluntarily, just throw me away if you don't like to see it." Meng Lan raised her slender fingers to stroke her hair, her eyes outlined the amorous feelings Ten thousand kinds.

Looking at her swaying posture, Feng Mu suddenly felt hot in his body, he looked away in time, and a hint of irritability flashed in his eyes.

Damn it, his mood shouldn't fluctuate because of this woman, Menglan.

What is she!
Thinking of this, Feng Mu vented all the anger in his heart on Menglan, stretched out his hand, grabbed her neck tightly, and snorted coldly, "It's good that you know, don't forget Menglan, you will never Owe me!"

Under his shackles, Meng Lan had no strength to resist, and shivered all over.

She was forced to raise her head, staring closely at his cold eyes, suddenly feeling tired, "I have never wanted to escape, but I am not feeling well today, and I want to rest for a while."

As soon as the words fell, she regretted and wished she could bite her tongue.

It seemed that she was really confused, why did she say this to Feng Mu, did she expect him to have some kind of compassion for her?

Sure enough, Feng Mu looked at her and sneered contemptuously as if he had just heard some joke, "Don't play tricks on Menglan, asking for leave due to illness is something only elementary school students would do."

After all, Meng Lan has played a lot of tricks, with him, there is no credibility!

As he said that, Feng Mu threw a document directly in front of Meng Lan, with a dark tone, "Even if you die of illness today, you must find a way to get Han Cheng to sign this contract."

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I will send your brother to prison if I can't control it."

"..."

After Feng Mu said coldly, he walked out of the bathroom.

Meng Lan was left on the spot in the cold, and the document slowly slid down her cheeks. She knelt down silently and picked up the document. She didn't feel any pain, but her arms were trembling slightly.

The heart seemed to have fallen into hell, extremely desolate.

But she can't admit it, after all, in this world, her only relative is her younger brother.

After putting on some lipstick in front of the mirror, Meng Lan adjusted her posture and walked back to the private room.

In this kind of entertainment in the back office, if you want to help a man get a cooperation case, you need to toast and say something nice to make the other party happy.

Throughout the night, Meng Lan used various reasons, even talking about the past, to drink with Han Cheng, trying to get him drunk and sign the contract earlier.

But not only was Han Cheng not a little bit drunk, but Meng Lan's complexion became paler and paler because of her poor health.

Her stomach felt uncomfortable as if it was about to be burnt through, but she still picked up the wine glass, and just about to speak with a smile, Han Cheng grabbed her wrist tightly.

He suddenly moved closer to Menglan, his tone full of concern, "Stop drinking, you are still acting brave even though you are not feeling well, did he force you?"

Meng Lan smiled lightly and said nothing, she didn't know whether she was told what was on her mind or was driven by alcohol, tears welled up in her eyes.

Looking at her expression, Han Cheng had already guessed it, a smear of anger appeared on his face, and he was about to run in the direction of Feng Mu, "Damn it, why did he treat you like this? If you know the truth, you will even implicate your anger."

Seeing this, Meng Lan's expression suddenly changed, "Don't..."

But when she just got up, dizziness suddenly came to her mind. She wanted to support the table, but her body fell down, knocking over a large piece of wine bottles.

When she was about to faint, her mind was constantly buzzing, and people's shrill screams came from her ears.

In her hazy vision, she seemed to see the outline of Feng Mu, she didn't know if it was an illusion, but she actually saw him nervous about her.

nervous……

Does he get nervous about himself?

(End of this chapter)