of this is due to A-Wai's own making. You siblings don't need to waste your energy anymore, she'll never leave Dreamland in her lifetime!"Seeing this, Meng Lan couldn't hide her surprise. In the past..."Just kidding, it's an honor for our entire Dream Club that Mr. Feng brought people here to spend money." Menglan avoided her thigh in time, smiled sweetly and walked to Feng Mu's side, placing one hand lightly on his thigh.

This clearly looks like a woman who has been tamed by the shepherd. The bald man's face is filled with embarrassment.

And Meng Lan was already at ease in such social situations. She held a glass of red wine with her slender fingers, smiled and raised it to the man, "Since you are Mr. Feng's friend, I have to toast you."

Dream Lan's nonchalant attitude diffused the awkwardness. The bald man laughed boisterously a few times and then raised his glass, "Alright, I'll give you face."

He thought to himself, since he couldn't deal with Feng Mu, it wouldn't be bad to deal with the women around him.

Just as the wine glasses were about to clink in mid-air, the usually silent Feng Mu suddenly bent down and pressed his hand against Meng Lan's wrist. He glared coldly at the man, "Get out."

Just that one word was full of menace. The man was so scared he almost fell off his chair and grabbed his suit jacket, fleeing the private room like he was running for his life.

As his words echoed, the others in attendance fell silent, each one hesitant to speak out of turn.

And Menglan’s arm, which was holding the wine glass, froze mid-air. She lowered her eyelashes slightly, a warmth spreading through her heart.

He…was just standing up for himself a moment ago, wasn't he

And just then, Feng Mu raised his strong arms and tightly embraced her neck, leaning into her ear and whispering softly.

To outsiders, they looked like they were flirting. Only Menglan knew best; she maintained a smile on her face because of the situation, but her body was already cold to the bone.

Feng Mu's cold voice lingered in her ears for a long time, "The cooperating partner you need to serve is not him. First, put away your eagerness to show off, you'll have your use later."

When he said that, it was as if he were treating her like a commodity to be traded, without any regard for her feelings.

Menglan lightly closed her eyelids, concealing the fatigue in her eyes. She had indeed managed to hide the fact that she was burning with fever.

It's no wonder... how could he possibly care

Well, why would she torture herself then "Thank you for the reminder, Feng," she replied.

Hearing her obedient words, Feng Mu's eyes darkened, and his mood did not improve in the slightest.

After nearly ten minutes, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open. A man with an elegant demeanor walked in from the doorway. He was wearing a black coat, his hair neatly combed, giving off the vibe of a sunny boy next door.

When she saw him, Menglan's face stiffened suddenly, and the greeting that was about to leave her lips came to an abrupt halt.

Her heart seemed to condense into a tight ball in that instant, then exploded suddenly in mid-air.

"Han," Feng Mu's long legs crossed, gracefully capturing the red wine glass, "Here."

Upon hearing this, Han Cheng approached them with a warm smile, striding towards them and extending his hand to embrace Feng Mu. "It's been a long time," he said.

"Well, about ten years or so. You haven't changed a bit, kid." Feng Mu patted his shoulder and led him to the table, pouring him a glass of red wine. "You have to have a drink."

"Of course." Han Cheng clinked glasses with him heartily.

Menglan watched their lively scene, her face suddenly paling inch by inch. Perhaps because she was sick, a wave of nausea rose in her stomach.

She clenched her fists secretly, just about to leave when Feng Mu reached out and hugged her neck forcefully, pulling her into his arms. "When did the boss of Meng Hui's dream even a good friend"

Hearing his words, Han Cheng’s gaze suddenly fell on her. After a brief pause, a look of delight appeared on his handsome face, “Menglan It’s really you, you’ve changed so much that I almost didn’t recognize you!”

"Well, it's been a long time," Menglan had to face, she pulled her lips into a strained smile.

Before she could react, Han Cheng reached out and pulled her into his arms. The scent of his ancient dragon perfume suddenly hit her nose, "It's great, Menglan, do you know how long I've been looking for you"

"By the way, why don't you ever go to school gatherings with us You've actually become even prettier than before after all these years."

He seemed to have endless words he wanted to say, several times he couldn't control his strength, holding Menglan so tightly her body ached.

Feeling his passion, Menglan's originally cold heart suddenly surged with a warmth. "That's right, after years apart we've both changed. I heard you opened a company abroad and are doing really well."

"Han Cheng scratched his head sheepishly, a guileless smile on his face. 'It's just some small business deals, I still rely on my father for support. How about you Doing well'"

How are you doing

"Of course." Meng Lan smiled lightly, but her eyes, though rippling with a smile, held a hidden bitterness that no one noticed.

How can one ever be well, living always in the shadow of being imprisoned

But what can be done In this drunken, hazy atmosphere, everyone who looks closely is half human and half ghost!

"Come, drink! Let's celebrate your triumphant return from abroad." At that moment, Feng Mu embraced Han Cheng's arm and walked towards the sofa, tucking a bottle of wine into his crook.

With the oppressive aura gone, Meng Lan was finally able to lean against the wine rack and rest.

Dizzy.

I'm really dizzy.

She felt like she was being tightly enveloped by fireballs, especially when she smelled the pungent smell of alcohol in the private room. Her stomach churned uncomfortably as if it were being tossed about in a storm.

She had just lowered her head when the light in front of her was blocked by a tall figure. Feng Mu's palm gripped her hair tightly at the back of her head.

The ripping pain forced Menglan to lift her head, locking eyes with his piercing gaze.

"I'm surprised your old flame would come Hmm"

Menglan looked at the man before her, towering over her with a condescending gaze. Whether it was pain or heartache, tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced a seductive smile onto her face. "Mr. Feng, when did you start paying so much attention to detail No matter how many men there are, none of them can compare to me being your woman."

Listening to her airtight words, Feng Mu's throat felt like it was stuffed with something, probably from drinking too much.

His long fingers unbuttoned a few shirt buttons, letting out a cold snort. "Han Cheng has projects on his hands that the Feng Group is interested in. If you want to see your brother next month, tonight, use all your means to please him."

Ge Hanchuan embraced her waist and walked toward Han Cheng's side, acting ambiguously by leaning close to her ear, but all he said were threats.

Meng Lan's head had been spinning, but when she heard her younger brother, she felt a surge of energy.

Liang Liang...

For her brother, she would give it her all to win!

Meng Lan picked up the red wine glass on the table, deliberately leaning against Han Cheng's side and sitting down, crossing her long legs, revealing her fair skin. "Mr. Han, it's been so long, shouldn't we have a drink together"

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