At midnight, the city is bustling with lights and people are looking for their own way of leisure after a busy day.
Unlike the noisy atmosphere of other nightclubs, this bar has soothing and sweet music, and the atmosphere is quiet and warm. The young and handsome bartender stands in front of the bar, mixing cocktails of different colors one after another according to the guests' requirements.
In the dark corner, a petite figure sat. She leaned elegantly on the sofa and carelessly played with the wine glass in her hand. The red liquid shone slightly, but the rim of the cup never touched her lips.
Glancing at the unconscious man lying on the bar, she knew she had succeeded.
After all, she is Zhao Donghan, a "scheming bitch" in the eyes of people around her.
As long as she wants to achieve something, she will do whatever it takes and will never give up until she achieves her goal.
So, this time is no exception.
Zhao Donghan twitched his lips mockingly, put down his wine glass, stood up and walked towards Mu Yichen.
"Sir, what's wrong with you? Are you drunk?"
She spent three days looking for someone to follow Mu Yichen, and finally discovered that he liked to come to this bar alone at night, so she made careful arrangements.
Just now, she was sitting not far from him and watched him drink the cocktail she had added. But just in case, she still tried to shout twice.
No one responded. It seemed that the man was indeed unconscious.
She looked at Mu Yichen carefully and saw that he had a slender figure, about 185 years old. He was neatly dressed, his shirt was clean without any wrinkles, and his well-tailored white suit fit him perfectly. His fair and slender right hand hangs on the edge of the bar, and a gold global limited edition watch on his wrist is very eye-catching.
He had a well-sculpted face, and under the straight bridge of his nose, his two thin lips pressed together slightly, creating a sexy arc. He lay there with his eyes closed, like a sleeping prince, and his whole person had a natural and extraordinary temperament. It is not difficult to imagine what a charming scene he will be when he is awake.
This man is good looking, but it's a pity...
Zhao Donghan looked away, raised his hand and called the two waiters over, and whispered: "Send him to the private room."
"Yes, miss."
Moving from left to right, Mu Yichen was helped into the private room, and two waiters placed him on a black leather couch.
Zhao Donghan then entered the private room and ordered: "Call your most popular male publicist here."
The two waiters agreed, turned around and went out. After a while, a young man appeared at the door.
This young man has very delicate features. He wears a white shirt with jeans. The top two buttons are unbuttoned, revealing his fair skin and collarbone. He looks innocent like a college student.
Zhao Donghan glanced at him and nodded slightly, expressing satisfaction.
As soon as he saw Zhao Donghan, the man immediately understood that this person in front of him was the "important customer" mentioned by the manager just now.
Most of the guests he usually receives are middle-aged ladies over forty years old. Occasionally, he will meet a few uncles who make perverted requests. It is rare to see such good-looking young beauties.
He immediately showed a gentlemanly smile and bowed politely:
"Hello, Miss, my name is Ajie. I hope my service can satisfy you, and I hope you have a good time here."
"The person you want to serve is not me, but him."
With that said, Zhao Donghan pointed at Mu Yichen on the sofa.
“Take off his clothes, lie down next to him, strike a few poses, and take some intimate photos of you.
These are half of your remuneration, and there will be another fifty thousand when the work is completed. "
After that, he took out a stack of money and a latest silver digital camera from his bag and placed them side by side on the glass coffee table.
Ajie glanced at the man lying motionless on the sofa, then at the innocent-looking girl in front of him, and chuckled: "Please don't worry, Miss, I will definitely take care of things."
He knew he wouldn't be so lucky, but it wasn't difficult to do.
Ajie has seen the world, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to become the number one in this place.
Even if he didn't know exactly what was going on, he could still make a rough guess. Most likely, the man offended the beautiful woman, so the beautiful woman wanted to take an embarrassing photo of the man as revenge.
As long as you can make money, why not do it
Zhao Donghan was about to say something when suddenly the phone rang. She took out her mobile phone, glanced at the caller ID, and said to Ajie, "I'll give you ten minutes."
Then, he opened the door with his cell phone and went out.
Ajie walked towards the man lying on his back on the sofa, and saw that his eyes were closed and his brows were slightly wrinkled.
What a handsome face!
Even as a man, Ajie was stunned by this handsome man.
Since he took money from others, he had to do things for them, and he only had ten minutes.
Without hesitation, Ajie immediately reached out to unbutton the other person's suit.
Unexpectedly, before the fingers touched the material of his clothes, someone grabbed his wrist. Mu Yichen, who should have been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes.
Ajie felt a pain in his wrist, and before he could realize what was going on, he was kicked to the ground. Someone's knee pressed on his chest, and at the same time there was a dagger on his neck.
At this moment, Mu Yichen's consciousness was not yet fully awake. This series of actions came from his instinctive reaction after practicing Jeet Kune Do for many years.
His eyes turned, he quickly scanned the surroundings, and asked in a calm voice.
"Who are you?"
"I, I am the male publicist here. Sir, I have something to say."
Sweat broke out on Ajie's forehead, and he immediately understood that this man was difficult to deal with.
"Tell me, why are you here?"
There was no expression on Mu Yichen's face, and there was a heavy sense of oppression in his cold voice.
He remembered that after a day's work, he felt a little tired, so he drove to the bar alone.
I ordered a cocktail and felt dizzy after just two sips. I immediately realized that there was something wrong with the drink. It was too late to stand up and leave, and then I lost consciousness.
After waking up, he found that he was lying on the sofa. A man seemed to be attacking him, so he took a preemptive strike and knocked him down.
"I saw that you were drunk and lying here alone, so I was kind enough to come and take a look."
Ajie blinked twice, and he immediately made up the lie.
"I want to hear the truth!"
Mu Yichen didn't want to waste time, so he pressed the dagger in his hand downwards, and a streak of blood immediately oozed from Ajie's white neck.
"Don't kill me! I said! Someone asked me to come. She asked me to take off your clothes, lie next to you, and then... then take a few photos that can cause other people to misunderstand."
He chose his words carefully, hoping not to offend the terrifying man in front of him.
Hearing this, a cold light flashed in Mu Yichen's eyes, and the air pressure around him instantly dropped.