100 ways to be a scumbag boss

He lowered his head and gently kissed the forehead of the little girl in his arms.

"But, I want to know how my studies are going."

"The moves are all honed on the battlefield. At your current level, they are more experienced than you in the school, so there will be no benefit in fighting." He chuckled and scratched her little nose.

"Huh!" She turned her face to the side as if she was angry and ignored him!

Smelly man!

"I was wrong, okay, our Huan'er is the best."

"Humph!"

"I brought Huan'er's favorite wine. Do you want to try it? You are allowed to drink too much today."

These words are quite damaging to Jin Huan.

"it is good!"

She reached out to reach it, but Huo Jingheng held her hand down.

"Then Huan'er has forgiven me?"

"I'll try it first to see if it tastes good before I decide whether to forgive you or not!" She grabbed his arm and went to get the wine jar.

Finally got it.

She opened the wine jar and took a small taste. Well, it smelled so good!

I couldn't help but take another sip.

Huo Jingheng looked at her watery red lips, his eyes darkening a little bit.

If you drink too much, you will become wanton.

Sometimes it's singing, sometimes it's dancing, sometimes it's...

But today is okay, maybe it’s because I haven’t drank enough now.

"Alang, I dance for you."

Her tone was extremely soft, and her voice was actually a bit sweeter than usual.

"it is good."

Jinhuan put on a posture.

He had seen her jump once before, and she was extremely surprised. He thought he was prepared, but this time she would no longer look like a brat.

However, there is such a thing as surprise in Jinhuan, it is there the first time, and it will still be there the second time.

He unconsciously filled himself up with the jar of Jiuyun Chunjiu.

Look at her spinning train and drink it all in one gulp.

Huo Jingheng was famous for being a good drinker. When marching and fighting, he drank wine as water, but now.

He only felt waves of warmth rising from his heart.

It's a Chu dance to dance happily.

The figure is graceful and graceful, but there are many other elements incorporated into this dance.

Like something you do when you're drunk.

She danced, fell into his arms, raised her head and kissed his lips.

With one touch, he lowered his waist, bit the back of his ear on the table, and drank half of his glass of wine in one gulp.

The eyes were filled with mist, and the red lips were extremely moist.

Now that it's tainted with alcohol, it makes people feel even cooler and sweeter for some reason.

Huo Jingheng was so bewitched that he picked up the sword that he had not used for a long time and joined her.

Wherever the sword energy passed, Begonia fell rustlingly.

The bright red petals were split in half by the blade of the sword and fell to the ground. Some of them swayed in the wind, some rubbed against the hem of her skirt and fell, some were embellished between the collarbones of her hair, and some were floating and sinking. Falling and rising again.

And after dancing to the fullest, he sat down on the floor with half his arms in his arms.

The robe presses the begonia, lingering and unreasonable.

She stretched out her hand and traced his face with her fingertips, her breath filled with heat.

"Can Alang know how to hit the fou?"

"meeting."

"How about you accompany me?"

Dance without vocal music is missing some meaning.

"it is good."

She drank the wine in the jar and listened to the sound of his knocking, and swayed her slim waist again.

......

Wei Zhongqing came to Huo Jingheng to discuss recruiting a young man. As soon as he entered the garden, he was hugged by a little guy.

Jin Huan's face was flushed with drunkenness, she hugged his waist and raised her head to tease him: "Brother, you are so good-looking. Huan'er likes it. Can you stay and warm my bed?"

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