Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Su Tang was weak.

[Guagua, can this world come back? 】

Guagua had been suffocating a smile in Su Tang's sea of ​​consciousness yesterday, and it was not until Su Tang fell asleep that she slowly calmed down.

At this moment Su Tang mentioned that it had the illusion that his stomach hurts from his laugh last night.

Guagua clutched her stomach and lowered her throat, for fear that she would laugh at Su Tang accidentally.

It can't beat soda sugar.

Need to converge.

[Ahem, impossible. 】

Su Tang is lingering, 【Cheng Ba. 】

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

When I took the phone, I discovered that there was a piece of paper under the phone.

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

Two words are simply written on it.

"Huo Yan."

What followed was a series of phone numbers.

"Huo Yan?"

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

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

Guagua, [It's him! 】

Su Tang pinched the paper, hesitated for a moment, or called this number.

...

Huo Yan is in a meeting.

Suddenly the phone on hand turned on.

It was a call from a strange number.

Huo Yan was going to press it directly, not knowing what he thought, 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 conference room saw Huo Yan's actions, their eyes widened in shock.

Huo, a workaholic, would interrupt 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 coming from the other end of the phone, with some uncertainty.

"Huo...yan?"

The man gave a soft "um".

The tone is very light, compared with the usual vigorous rebuke of subordinates, it can be called gentle!

Everyone was a little suspicious that they had heard it wrong, and subconsciously pulled out their ears.

After hearing Huo Yan's answer, the little **** the other side seemed to be relieved.

Then some twitching openings.

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

Su Tang, of course, refers to the phrase "do... cry him".

Unexpectedly, before the words were finished, they were interrupted by the other party's cold voice.

"So, are you trying to regret it?"

Su Tang gave a blank "um".

Huo Yan grasped the phone tightly, and his finger bones turned pale due to his force.

The man lowered his slender eyelashes, his beautiful obsidian-like pupils were filled with rich ink at this moment, his eyes were faint, and his eyes were dark like a deep pool, and they looked particularly oozing.

He was expressionless, "You were the one who said you want to raise me."

Everyone in the conference room, "???"

Why does it sound like your own president was abandoned by the beginning of chaos?

The crowd couldn't help but stretch their gossip ears.

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

Still very wronged!

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

Huo Yan was cold.

"Yesterday you obviously held me by the hand and wouldn't let me go. Are you going to regret it today?"

Su Tang, "No, I didn't mean that..."

Why does she sound like a scumbag?

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