Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

"You were drunk last night. I took you back. You hugged me desperately and didn't let me go. You kept yelling at the little dimples in your mouth. Did you forget?"

Huo Hanfeng was taken aback and frowned: "I drank a little too much last night, what else did I say?"

Liu Song looked haggard and weak: "What else can I say?"

"It doesn't mean that I like Su Qiao, I like her fatter, I like her little dimples, and then I keep scolding Che Lixuan's little white face, hypocritical, pretentious, weak chicken..."

Huo Hanfeng's face turned black: "Shut up!"

"Okay, I'll shut up, but boss, tell the truth, do you really like Su Qiao?"

I heard that the oil bottle in his house is much more beautiful, is it because of this reason?

But not right.

As the eldest son of the Huo family, Huo Hanfeng has seen many beautiful women, how could he be fascinated by a Su Qiao?

"Boss, if you really like it, go after it. What's the use of drinking alone? I didn't see that car Lixuan all day long..."

"Don't mention him to Lao Tzu."

What Huo Hanfeng hates most now is Che Lixuan, and even hearing his name is full of anger.

"Boss, let me tell you the truth, with your conditions, he can't catch up with Che Lixuan even if he beats the horse.

But these women are all sensual animals, and they all like gentle and considerate men. "

Just because of Huo Dashao's violent temper and awkward temper, it is really difficult to catch up with people.

Of course, those women who were attracted by his appearance and family background were not counted.

Huo Hanfeng looked disdainful: "Hmph, isn't it a gentle scum?"

"People are scumbags, but they make girls like it."

Thinking of Che Lixuan's popularity among school girls, Liu Song felt a little envious.

Hearing this, Huo Hanfeng felt extremely harsh, and said angrily, "You can get out."

"I was exhausted last night. I have to go back and have a good sleep. Please remember to ask for a leave for me."

Liu Song didn't hesitate, waved his hand, and left with a yawn.

After he left, Huo Hanfeng snorted coldly towards the empty room: "Hmph, isn't it gentle and considerate? Could it be that I don't?"

He was just too lazy to pretend.

If you really want to pretend, it is many times better than that little white face of Che Lixuan.

Su Qiao thought the days would be quiet, but Bai Ting didn't want to stop.

As soon as she walked out of the school gate that day, she rushed over with tears in her eyes and knelt in front of Su Qiao:

"Xiao Qiao... I'm sorry, I... I'm just... just jealous of you, jealous that you have such a good family, such a good mother, just on impulse..."

She said this intermittently, as if she was so sad that she couldn't go on, she sobbed and fell on the ground and kowtowed:

"I'm sorry! Xiao Qiao, I'm sorry!"

"I don't ask for your forgiveness, I just ask you to stop letting people block me. My mother doesn't recognize me now, and I can't even go home..."

"Little Qiao, I beg you, let me go, please let me go!"

[Host, what is she talking about? 】

How can it not understand?

Is there something wrong with its data system?

"Growing dirty, pouring dirty water, and selling tragic sympathy."

Bai Ting is probably very unwilling.

Even if you die, you have to drag yourself to die together.

Pity.

Su Qiao ignored the students around her who gradually stopped, and looked down at Bai Ting who was pleading with contempt:

"Hehe, are you sure I'm looking for someone to block you? Isn't your mother's old lover looking for someone to block you?"

"This is a society ruled by law. If there is such a thing, you can call the police. We have to trust the police's ability to do things. The last photo was checked very quickly."