Bai Ting That bad woman, when she was in the hotel last time, she felt that the host treated her a little too much, but now she doesn't feel that it is too much at all.
When Su Qiao walked back to the school gate, he didn't find Huo Hanfeng, so he went home directly.
But Huo Hanfeng, who was full of depression and anger, took Liu Song and ran to the bar to drink.
"Young Master Huo, who provoked you again?"
It wasn't completely dark yet, and he didn't even have a bite of food before he was dragged into drinking.
Boss Huo, what's going on?
Liu Song suddenly had an idea. "Is it your oil bottle again?"
Recently, I heard that Young Master Huo and his oil bottle are getting very close.
"Shut up, who is the dragster? Who the hell is the dragster?"
Huo Hanfeng drank several large glasses of wine in silence and was already a little drunk.
But when I heard Liu Song's words, I immediately became angry.
He didn't allow anyone to talk about her.
"Okay, it's not a drag, okay?" Liu Song looked like I'm impressed by you.
Huo Hanfeng raised his head, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, grabbed his collar, and looked gloomy:
"Tell me, am I not handsome? Do I have a bad family background? Am I not good enough to her? Why doesn't that woman look down on me?"
"Who?" Liu Song was stunned.
Young Master Huo Did someone dump you?
No, they didn't take a fancy to him at all.
But... when did this happen?
Why didn't he know?
Huo Hanfeng pushed him irritably:
"Tell me, what's so good about that pretty face Che Lixuan? He's just pretentious all day long, he's carefree, he's self-righteous, and he's hypocritical."
After taking a swig of wine, he refused Underground Passage: "Isn't it just that there are some bad money in the family? Don't I have any?"
"Okay, okay, you Young Master Huo have plenty of money."
For the drunk Huo Hanfeng, Liu Song had no choice but to take whatever he said.
Huo Hanfeng drank several more glasses in a row, then fell down on the table holding the wine bottle.
His eyes were distracted and dull, and he was still mumbling something:
"Damn woman... a woman with no vision... dimples... so beautiful... so sweet..."
Liu Song leaned over and listened, then became speechless.
I didn't expect drunk Huo Hanfeng to be like this.
He had said before that he wanted to see it, but now he wished he had never said that.
"Boss, tell me the truth, brother, are you really interested in Su Qiao that Fatty?"
Huo Hanfeng This reaction is really wrong.
Liu Song I was joking before, but this time I really want to ask.
Although Huo Hanfeng was drunk, he instinctively hated anyone saying bad things about Su Qiao.
Staggeringly stood up and pointed at him. "Fuck... fuck you, she... she's not fat at all, she... she's good-looking... good-looking... the dimples... are also good-looking..."
They were all drunk, and they were still so protective. It seemed like they were really in trouble.
Liu Song rolled his eyes helplessly and quickly supported him. "Okay, can I fart?"
"Come, I'll take you back. Go back and have a good sleep and everything will be fine."
"Fat... what's wrong with being a little fatter... I... I just like fat people..." Huo Hanfeng was still struggling with the previous question in his mind.
Liu Song has no choice but to say, "Okay, whatever your boss likes, you can do whatever he likes."
The next day, the sun was shining on my buttocks, so Huo Hanfeng slowly sat up from the bed while rubbing my temples.
When I saw Liu Song sleeping haphazardly on the side, I was a little confused. "Songzi, why are you here?"
Liu Song had two dark circles under his eyes and was very dissatisfied. "No way, boss, are you going to stop admitting it when you put on your pants?"
Huo Hanfeng was so shocked that he almost jumped up. He shook his painful head vigorously and his eyes widened. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
What do you mean by putting up your pants and not admitting it?