Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Ninth Layer of Hell

Half an hour later, three little buns were hiding in the door and listening, and heard sobs coming from inside.

The three little buns looked dazed, and Qiao Zhinian was full of anger: "Who bullied our big baby?" ”

Qiao Zhiyu: "Hmph! No matter who bullied our family, Dabao can't let him go. ”

Qiao Yining said in a deep voice: "Go first and comfort Dabao." ”

Pushing the door in, the three little buns saw Qiao Anmu crying, and the snotty paper was thrown all over the ground.

The three little buns were distressed to death, Qiao Zhinian walked over quickly, "Dabao, who bullied you?" ”

Qiao Zhiyu: "Dabao, the three of us brothers and sisters can kick him with one kick." ”

Qiao Yining: "I'm going to break his neck with my soft legs." ”

Three little buns are vicious.

Qiao Anmu kept nodding, "It's not an exaggeration for this damn scumbag to kill him, her girlfriend is so good to him, for him to go to college, she actually dislikes his girlfriend, and walks with the school flower of the same school, her girlfriend is sick for her, this man should be killed!" ”

The more the three little buns listened, the more wrong they became, Qiao Zhinian looked over and saw that it was a brain-dead idol drama, and his head was full of black lines.

"Bang......" he closed the laptop angrily, "Qiao Dabao, you will never be allowed to watch this kind of brain-dead idol drama in the future, you yourself are already emotionally dull, and now you are led astray by this idol drama, how are you going to find a husband in your life?" ”

Qiao Anmu wiped her nose again, looked at her aggressive son, and nodded hard.

In fact, the reason why she cried was because she had just lost a huge sum of money.

She's so heartbroken, it's hard to earn money these days.

The three little buns no longer pay attention to her, and now their mother is very mentally retarded, they don't want to be infected, so they turn around and run faster than rabbits one by one.

Qiao Anmu: "......" Is she so terrible?

Huo Yunting and Qiao Zhiyu sent An Lao back, and they had just arrived at the red light intersection.

Huo Qiuze received a message.

"President, the other party returned the money and didn't take the job."

There was a faint hint of anger between Huo Yunting's unruly eyebrows, he was in a bad mood tonight, and he was in a bad mood at this time.

"Why don't you pick it up?" His voice was hoarse, like the cold wind of a winter night, which made people's hearts tremble.

Huo Qiuze silently lowered his head and asked: [Why don't you take it, we can add money.] ]

Naive no shoes: [There is no reason, and it is useless to add money.] ]

Huo Qiuze: "......" so dragged?

Huo Qiuze knew this person's temper, and if the other party didn't answer, he wouldn't be answering.

He risked being bombed out of the car and said, "President, the other party said there is no reason. ”

Huo Yunting's dark eyes suddenly narrowed, his handsome face tightened, and his voice became more and more deep: "No matter what method you use, you must let Jo take over this job, it has been suppressed for two months, and you must find an accurate address." ”

This jo is a computer ghost, there is no data she can't crack, how many people are secretly looking for her, but no one knows whether she is a man or a woman.

Once the other party takes the job, he will definitely be able to complete the task.

Huo Qiuze could only make persistent efforts, [Can you help?] We've known each other for a long time, and I'm really anxious this time. ]

Innocent No Shoes: [Can you double the money?] ]

Huo Qiuze saw that there was hope, and immediately replied: [Yes.] ]

Innocent and shoeless: [Okay, I'm giving it a try tomorrow, I guess the big guy is stupid to watch idol dramas tonight, and I'll take over tomorrow.] ]

Huo Qiuze: "......" The big guy likes idol dramas, and he is stupid, he doesn't understand the world of the big guy, and he feels quite stupid now.

Doubled the money and agreed without asking the president, this stupidity is contagious.