Xiao Yang arranged a group of people organized by Liusha in a hotel not far from Fu Jianxing's villa.

That night, Peng Qiulai was drinking in the private room of the Feila Bar in the imperial capital, and was depressed about how to take revenge on Xiao Yang.

But at this moment, the door of the private room where he was located was suddenly pushed open.

He was displeased in his heart, and before he could look up, he was about to curse.

But the scolding came to his mouth. He saw a graceful woman wearing a black suspender skirt approaching him. Her waist twisted with her steps. Her cheeks, which were slightly coated with powder, were even more delicate and seductive under the ambiguous light in the private room, and were mouth-watering.

Peng Qiulai couldn't help but be stunned, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The owner of the Fila bar is dedicated to please him, and from time to time he will send some new girls from the bar to accompany him to drink. It is no wonder that Peng Qiu has seen many of them.

With the slightly drunkenness, Peng Qiu looked at the woman who seemed to be approaching, and his heart became more and more aroused, burning wildly.

His hand gently patted the seat beside the sofa where he was sitting, signaling the woman to sit down.

The woman smiled lightly, her eyes were as charming as silk, and her eyes were shining. The brilliance in her eyes was like autumn water being cut off from the sky, which was intoxicating.

She slowly walked to Peng Qiulai's side, and then sat down.

Peng Qiulai's eyes narrowed slightly, looked at the woman beside him, then reached out and touched the woman.

But he didn't always touch the woman's smooth skin like silk, and Peng Qiulai's hand was held by a slender hand.

The woman said, "Young Master Peng, the night is long, you and I are not in a hurry."

The woman's voice was like a lark in the forest, ethereal and crisp, and pleasant.

Cooperating with her angel-like face and her seductive eyes, it makes people unable to extricate themselves, even if Peng Qiulai is no exception.

If other women had acted such a reserved behavior towards Peng Qiulai, I was afraid that Peng Qiulai would have been furious long ago.

But when dealing with men, Meirou has her own set of things, and her methods have only failed to do with one person so far, and that person is Xiao Yang!

At the same time, Meirou slowly filled a glass of wine and picked up the cup.

"Peng, please drink."

Peng Qiulai was not wary of any kind. His whole heart seemed to be captured by Meirou in such a short time, and his whole body was like a puppet, obeying Meirou's mercy.

He opened his mouth obediently, let Meirou pour the wine from the wine glass into his mouth, his throat gently stammered, and drank the wine from the wine glass in one go.

But just as the drink fell into his throat, his mind became more and more drowsy, and his upper eyelids drooped weakly.

He shook his head vigorously on his own, wanting to keep himself awake in this way.

But he didn't realize that the moment Meirou poured the wine, the powerful hypnotic pills had mixed into the wine, colorless and tasteless, and it was even more invisible when it was blended into the wine.

Just now, his entire attention was on Meirou, so how could he notice Meirou's subtle actions?

"What did you put in the wine?"

Peng Qiulai held his forehead with one hand, his eyes widened, and he looked at Meirou, who became increasingly illusory in front of him, as if two Meirou were sitting in front of him, and it seemed that there were more, he asked sternly.
Chapter completed!