Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Su Tang was weak.

[Guagua, can this world be restarted? 】

Guagua had been holding back her laughter in Su Tang's sea of ​​consciousness all night yesterday, and it was not until Su Tang fell asleep that she slowly calmed down.

At the moment when Su Tang mentioned it, it had the illusion that its stomach ached from laughing last night.

Guagua covered her stomach and lowered her throat, afraid that she would accidentally laugh out loud when she was talking to Su Tang.

It can't beat sugar.

You have to restrain yourself a little.

[Ahem, it's impossible. 】

Su Tang was listless, [Chengba. 】

She turned over again and touched the mobile phone on the bedside table.

When I took the phone, I realized that there was a note under the phone.

The paper was a post-it note torn from her desk.

There are two simple words written on it.

Huo Yan.

What follows is a string of phone numbers.

Huo Yan?

Su Tang read the name on the paper and asked Guagua.

[Guagua, is Huo Yan the person with the aura of immortality that you felt before? 】

Guagua, 【That's him! 】

Su Tang held the paper, hesitated for a moment, and called this number anyway.

...

Huo Yan is in a meeting.

The phone at hand suddenly turned on.

It was a call from an unknown number.

Huo Yan was going to press it directly, but he didn't know what he thought of. He raised his hand and made a pause gesture to the subordinate who was reporting in front of him, then picked up the phone and connected the call.

When everyone in the meeting room saw Huo Yan's actions, their eyes widened in shock.

Workaholic Mr. Huo actually interrupts the meeting to answer the phone during the meeting?

Did they read it right?

Could it be that something happened at home?

Many people subconsciously think about this.

After Huo Yan answered the phone, he heard a soft female voice from the other end of the phone, with a bit of uncertainty.

Huo...yan?

The man gave a soft hmm.

The tone is very light, compared with the usual vigorous and resolute reprimand to subordinates, it can be called gentle!

Everyone suspected that they had heard it wrong, and subconsciously picked their ears.

After hearing Huo Yan's response, the little girl on the phone seemed relieved.

Then he opened his mouth slightly.

I'm sorry...I was drunk last night and caused you a lot of trouble...That's, that's, what I said was drunk...Don't take it to heart...

Of course, Su Tang was referring to the phrase make him cry.

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the other party in a cold voice.

So, do you want to go back on your word?

Su Tang gave a blank huh.

Huo Yan grabbed the phone tightly, his finger bones turned slightly white from the force.

The man lowered his slender eyelashes, and his beautiful obsidian-like pupils were filled with a rich black color at the moment. The light in his eyes was faint, and his eyes were as dark as a deep pool, which looked particularly pervasive.

He had no expression on his face, You were the one who said you wanted to support me first.

Everyone in the meeting room, ???

Why does it sound like your own president has been abandoned from beginning to end?

Everyone couldn't help stretching their gossip ears.

And although Mr. Huo's voice is cold...but it sounds like an accusation no matter what!

It's still kind of aggrieved!

Su Tang scratched her hair, Ah, yes, it's me...

Huo Yan had a cold face.

Yesterday, it was obviously you who held my hand and refused to let me go. Are you going to go back on your word today?

Su Tang, No, that's not what I meant...

Why does she sound like a scumbag?