Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

Bai Ting, that bad woman, when she was in the hotel last time, she thought that the host was too much to her, but now it doesn't feel too much at all.

When Su Qiao walked back to the school gate, she didn't find Huo Hanfeng, so she went home directly.

But Huo Hanfeng, who was full of depression and anger, grabbed Liu Song and ran to the bar to drink.

"Master Huo, who is messing with you again?"

It wasn't completely dark that day, and he didn't even have two bites of food before he was dragged to drink.

Boss Huo, what's going on here?

Liu Song suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Is it your oil bottle again?"

Recently, I heard that Huo Dashao and his oil tow bottle are very close.

"Shut up, who is a tow oil bottle, and who is a tow oil bottle?"

Huo Hanfeng silently poured several large glasses of wine in a row, and he was already a little drunk.

But when he heard Liu Song's words, he immediately became angry.

He forbids anyone to speak of her.

"Okay, it's not a drag oil bottle, okay?" Liu Song looked like I was convinced by you.

Huo Hanfeng raised his head, drank the wine in one gulp, grabbed his neck, and looked gloomy:

"You said, am I not handsome? Is my family background bad? I'm not good enough for her? Why doesn't the woman look down on me?"

"Who?" Liu Song was stunned.

Huo Dashao was dumped by someone?

No, people didn't like him at all.

But... when did this happen?

Why doesn't he know?

Huo Hanfeng pushed him irritably:

"Tell me, what's so good about Che Lixuan's little white face? She pretends to be pretentious all day long, and she is arrogant, self-righteous, and hypocritical."

Taking a sip of wine, he said unwillingly, "Isn't it just a few stinky money at home? Don't I have it?"

"All right, all you have is money, Mr. Huo."

For the drunk Huo Hanfeng, Liu Song had no choice but to say what he said.

Huo Hanfeng poured several glasses in a row, and then fell on the table holding the wine bottle.

His eyes were sluggish and sluggish, and there were words in his mouth:

"Damn woman... a woman without eyesight... a little dimple... good looking... so sweet..."

Liu Song leaned over and listened, then he was speechless.

I didn't expect the drunk Huo Hanfeng to be like this.

He used to say that he wanted to meet him, but now he wished he hadn't said that before.

"Boss, tell the truth to my brother, you don't really like Su Qiao's fat girl, right?"

Huo Hanfeng's reaction was really wrong.

Liu Song used to be joking, but this time he really wanted to ask.

Although Huo Hanfeng was drunk, he instinctively hated anyone speaking ill of Su Qiao.

Staggeringly stood up and pointed at him: "Fuck... your motherfucker, she... she's not fat at all, she... she's good-looking... well-looking... little dimples... also good-looking.... "

They are all drunk, and they are still so protective, it seems that they are really planted.

Liu Song rolled his eyes helplessly, and quickly supported him: "Okay, can I fart?"

"Come on, I'll take you back, go back and get a good night's sleep and everything will be fine."

"Fat... What's wrong with being a little fat... Lao Tzu... Lao Tzu likes fat people..." Huo Hanfeng was still struggling with the previous questions in his mind.

Liu Song had no choice: "Okay, whatever your boss likes, he likes what he likes."

The next day, the sun was drying out, Huo Hanfeng rubbed his temples and slowly sat up from the bed.

When he saw Liu Song who was casually sleeping on the side, he was a little puzzled: "Songzi, why are you here?"

With two dark circles under his eyes, Liu Song was very dissatisfied: "No way, boss, you just put on your pants and won't admit it?"

Huo Hanfeng was so startled that he almost didn't jump up, shook his aching head vigorously, and widened his eyes: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

What do you mean when you put on your pants and don't accept the account?