Office Love Affair: Reversal

I drove to the Molly mall and found that there were four doors in the southeast and northwest. I drove the car for several rounds to find fan chili at the north gate. Fan pepper has a face. She knows she's in a bad mood. In addition, she has more than a dozen shopping bags of different colors beside her. She just finished shopping.

Fan pepper got on the bus, I got off the bus, threw more than ten bags of things into the trunk, and then carefully sat back in the driver's seat.

"Go home?"

"No."

"Where are you going?"

"Bar!"

"Ah...?" Go to the bar?

"Ah, what, go now, immediately." Fan pepper said, closed his eyes, his chest one after another, and his breathing was not smooth.

I've never seen anyone like fan chili drink like this. It's like wine with hatred. One cup of wine, another cup of wine, and there's no need to change the gas. I've never seen a fool as cute as fan chili. She asked me to clink a glass. I secretly poured out the wine. She didn't find out. I may be faster than her every time because of her drinking method? What a fool.

Don't think I'm mean, let alone wasteful. It's not that I can't drink, but that fan chili must be drunk. If I'm drunk together, hum... If two old men are OK, Jiang Liang and I often get drunk, but fan chili is a woman. In a place where dragons and snakes are mixed, I must play the role of flower escort.

Fan chili... I think it's a bad thing!

In fact, fan chili looks very strong on the surface. She works vigorously and ruthlessly. She supports four major departments alone, but she is still a woman in essence. She needs tenderness and care, even if she looks smarter and tougher than ordinary women.

The more I thought, the more I felt pity. I couldn't help reaching out to touch fan Chili's hair.

"Take care of your dog's paws."

The human brain is a special structure. Sometimes the response will be unusually slow and slow, and you can't control some of your behaviors. I think I just had this situation. I heard fan chili speak and understood the meaning of fan Chili's words, but I didn't stop my behavior in time. As a result, fan chili bit the back of my hand with blood

"Are you crazy?" I covered the wound with a paper towel.

"Who told you not to be honest."

"Why am I dishonest?"

"You want to eat my tofu."

"Please, you are my boss. Dare I?" I was a little guilty. "I just saw some dirt in your hair and wanted to help get it away. It was kind of me to be struck by thunder."

"You're right!"

I'm speechless!

After a few more cups, fan chili suddenly lay on the bar. He looked soft, like a Persian cat. At the moment when he bit me, his ruthlessness had disappeared.

The blood stopped. When I opened the paper towel, I saw grandma's, a row of tooth marks, very neat.

Alas, heaven's sins can still be forgiven. You can't live for your own sins

I went to the toilet to clean the wound, but I met a man at the narrow entrance. He stared at me fiercely and waited for me to apologize, but I didn't apologize and stared back. After a burst of eye fighting, the man was defeated. He was unwilling, but he didn't dare not give way, because there was another man standing behind me. He was burly, had a fierce face, had tattoos on his arms and chest, and looked like a standard underworld.

I said the bar was unsafe, right? When I came out of the toilet, I saw three hooligans flirting with fan pepper, one of whom was careless. Fan chili was a layman. A glass of wine poured on the careless hooligan. The hooligan was angry. He slapped him directly and slapped him hard on fan Chili's face. I couldn't save it if I wanted to, and then another slap on the other side of the face.

The man who hates fighting women most.

When I rushed over, fan chili was about to pick up the wine bottle and fight with someone. I suddenly grabbed the bottle and hit the hooligan's shoulder with my backhand. The hooligan screamed, but fought back tenaciously. He punched me in the face. I leaned slightly and knocked him down with one foot. At this time, the other two hooligans reacted and picked up the wine bottle at the next table to join the battle.

Seeing the fight, the guests at the scene gave way one after another, and the bar security guard rushed to persuade me to fight. I was hugged and dragged back by a big security guard, and another security guard stopped the two hooligans who rushed to me. However, the security guard ignored the rogue who was just knocked down by me. He stood up, picked up a chair and threw it at me. Fortunately, I saw it. The security guard who hugged me didn't see it, so I bent down and hit the security guard with a chai