The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

The men and women in the private room were busy drinking and having fun. Everyone was having a great time and no one cared about what others were doing.

Duan Feng dragged Zhou Yian to a seat and he picked up a glass of wine to drink. Zhou Yian was in so much pain that she couldn't even sit still. She slumped against his side. He suddenly glared at her and handed her a glass of wine as if to play a prank, "Here, drink it."

Zhou Yian looked at the glass of wine in front of her with a dazed look and did not reach out to take it. Duan Feng simply turned her head and pressed the glass to her lips.

The pain in her abdomen made Zhou Yian unable to resist. She pursed her lips and allowed Duan Feng to pry open her mouth and pour the wine in the glass into the corners of her mouth. The strong liquor suddenly went down her throat, choking her and making her cough. Every time she coughed, she felt a piercing pain in her abdomen.

"You can drink it, right? If you had been so good earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer this." Duan Feng said as he poured another glass of white wine, pried open her mouth with the mouth of the glass, and poured it all in one gulp.

Maybe the alcohol numbed her sense of pain, making her unable to feel the pain, or maybe she lost consciousness due to the pain.

But the alcohol also numbed her reason. She looked at the scene in front of her with drunken eyes, her mind in chaos, unable to tell whether it was reality or illusion.

She tilted her head, her long hair falling loosely in front of her forehead, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, the sharpness she had when she was sober had faded, and she just sat there quietly, looking so weak and frail that it made people feel pity for her.

Zhou Yian was already pretty, and although one side of her face was swollen, it did not affect her looks at all. Even in this slightly tipsy state, she was pale, but that kind of feminine and morbid beauty was still breathtakingly beautiful, even more alluring.

Duan Feng looked at the beauty in front of him. The more he looked, the more he liked her. He couldn't help but lean over to kiss her.

When his wet lips touched her cheek, Zhou Yian subconsciously tilted her head to avoid him and pushed him away with her uninjured right hand.

"Don't move." Duan Feng was dissatisfied with Zhou Yian's moving around, so he held her hand and kissed her again.

Although Zhou Yian was drunk, the reserve and pride engraved in her bones made her resist hugging and cuddling with others in public. Her remaining rationality also told her that she had to resist. She shook her head like a rattle. Duan Feng reached out and pinched her chin to stop her from moving. Looking at her slightly open soft red lips, he couldn't help but kiss her.

Just when Duan Feng's lips were about to touch hers, almost at the same moment, Zhou Yian suddenly bent down and a pool of vomit came out of her mouth. Duan Feng pushed Zhou Yian away reflexively and hid far away.

The vomit splattered everywhere, including Zhou Yian's chest, which was inevitably stained with some. Everyone heard the noise and looked over here curiously.

"Damn, so disgusting. It's so unlucky." Duan Feng cursed while lowering his head to check if he was splashed. He glanced at Zhou Yian who was leaning back in the chair after vomiting, and when he saw the disgusting puddle of vomit on the ground, he couldn't hide the disgust and disgust on his face. He suddenly lost interest and didn't want to touch her anymore.

"Duan Feng, what are you doing? How can you still eat this?"

"Let's change rooms. This smell is really unbearable."

"If she can't drink it, don't let her drink it. How can we play in this room if she throws up like this?"

After vomiting, the air was filled with a strange sour smell, which was even more disgusting when mixed with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol. They couldn't stand the smell and clamored for Duan Feng to change rooms.

Duan Feng covered his nose with his sleeve, glanced at Zhou Yian, who had closed his eyes after vomiting and looked very weak, and then saw the unknown object on the ground. He frowned with a look of disgust and disgust on his face, "Change the room, change the room, it's really unlucky, leave her alone, let her sleep here for a while."

As he said that, he took a group of people to the private room next door, leaving Zhou Yian alone, leaning weakly on the sofa, looking dying and lifeless.

When Xiaowu arrived at this underground hideout, a group of people were drinking and having fun in a private room, making a lot of noise and having a great time.

Duan Feng had his back facing the main door of the private room. He was drinking and rolling dice with others, shouting excitedly and had long forgotten about Zhou Yian.

He was holding the can and shaking it when suddenly a hand reached out from behind and grabbed his wrist. Duan Feng was a little confused from drinking. He shook his head and glanced at the person behind him. "Stop messing around, we're just having fun." He shook his hand, trying to break free from the other person's restraint.

Who knew that the other party not only did not let go, but the hand holding his wrist squeezed hard, and the jar in his hand fell down. "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, who the hell are you, let me go."

At this time, Duan Feng was still saying harsh words without knowing the consequences.

When the other people in the box heard Duan Feng's wailing, they all looked over here, and their eyes passed Duan Feng and looked towards the entrance. A group of strangers came into the room at some point.

When Duan Feng's few idiot friends saw him being bullied, they quickly surrounded him.

Duan Feng wailed in pain, the jar in his hand fell, and he stood up suddenly in anger. When he turned around, he found that the person behind him was not his friend, but a stranger, a young man who was only a few years older than him.

The young man is tall, has a long neck and a crew cut, wears a black jacket, smoky grey jeans, and a pair of high-top black Martin boots. He has a tough and handsome look, and his eyes are as sharp as swords. Behind him stand several young men with equally strong bodies.

Xiao Wu glanced at the whole audience with a cold gaze, then looked at Duan Feng with a playful look, "Are you Duan Feng?"

"Who are you? Let me go." Duan Feng howled.

Xiao Wu looked at him straight without saying anything, then loosened his hand and let go. Duan Feng gasped and quickly shook his pinched hand a few times to relieve the pain.

One of the men who came with Xiaowu walked to the center of the room and shouted, "Turn off the music, everyone come here."

The man had a burly appearance and a serious face. He spoke in a loud and powerful voice. He looked like someone who was not to be trifled with. The people in the room did not dare to resist. They all came over obediently and formed a circle. The room, which was originally noisy, instantly became quiet.

"What the hell are you doing? You're here to cause trouble. Do you know that we..." Huangmao spoke first. Xiaowu's eyes narrowed and he looked at him coldly. His tongue froze and he swallowed the words back into his stomach out of fear.

"Where is the girl you took away from MG tonight?" Xiao Wu glanced at the whole place and did not see the girl who was taken away in the surveillance video.

Duan Feng then realized that he was coming for Zhou Yian, and pretended to be dumbfounded and asked, "What girl? I don't know."

"What girl?" Xiao Wu sneered and looked at Duan Feng like an eagle.

"What girl? Are you pretending to be stupid? I tell you, if you tell me now, you may suffer less. If I find out later... you will bear the consequences yourself." Xiao Wu patted Duan Feng's cheek, with warnings and threats in his words.

Duan Feng was usually arrogant and domineering. He always bullied others and no one dared to bully him. How could he bear Xiao Wu's tone? He shouted loudly, "I don't know who you are. Do you know who I am?"

"Does it matter who you are?" A cold male voice came from the door.