Chapter 372: The president is green on his head. 16

Azhao stood outside and had some boring counts of how many pieces of leaves on the side of the basket.
The soundproofing effect of this resort is really good. People stand outside and can't hear a little bit of sound.
About half an hour later, Xu Xiubai came out.
His hair was a little messy, and the white shirt was stained with blood. It looked like it was not his own.
A Zhaogang had to go over and say something above, followed by a flustered footstep: "White, white, you listen to me..."
Chu Sining’s words stopped shortly after seeing Azhao’s.
She was surprised: "Little aunt..."
Xu Xiubai has ruined the words: "Little aunt, how are you here?"
As he spoke, he looked at A Zhao.
Azhao hearted the gods: "I play with my friends here, just passing by here. You..."
She is curious: "What happened to you?"
The first reaction of Chu Sining was to decorate Taiping. She was busy laughing: "Nothing, I am a bit awkward with Xiu Bai."
Xu Xiubai nodded: "I am leaving first."
Chu Shining had to keep up, and was glanced at by Xu Xiubai’s warning.
"Wang Huaxin is still inside, you can take care of him for me." He said with some meaning.
Chu Sining's face was white.
Xu Xiubai has gone out.
She looked at Azhao standing here, but she did not dare to show her way in front of others, and she did not catch up.
Azhao asked if he didn't care: "Is Wang Huaxin uncomfortable? I don't need my help..."
Well, Azhao admits her own bad taste, she actually wants to take a look, how bad Wang Huaxin was.
"No!" Chu Sining said quickly.
Wang Huaxin was labeled like that, how dare she let him see people?
Chu Si Ning and A Zhao pulled away a few words, "finally" sent people away.
A Zhao had some regrets out of the resort, and found Xu Xiuba, who was leaning against the car.
He is smoking.
Slim cigarettes are pinched at the slender fingertips, and the blue smoke spreads up and seems to have a unique charm.
After knowing Xu Xiuba for so long, A Zhao has never seen him smoke.
In the past, he has never had any kind of cigarette smell. Obviously, there is no such habit at all.
Azhao walked over: "Although you look very handsome, smoking is bad for your health."
Xu Xiubai glanced at her and threw the cigarette into the trash can.
"Miss Chu, accompany me for a drink?"
Azhao is somewhat dissatisfied: "You are not calling my little aunt now?"
Xu Xiubai taunted: "What hobby? Do you like being an elder?"
Azhao admitted quite frankly: "Yeah, I just think that it is very powerful to have such a handsome and big scorpion like you."
Moreover, nature is bigger than others.
Imagine a large group of people around their own shouting aunts, Azhao feels happy.
Her preferences are not disguised.
Xu Xiubai helplessly: "Let's go to the little aunt."
This is still very good, there are no guests in the bar.
There is a guitarist who is singing a folk song. The genre is a bit sorrowful, but it is a bit like Xu Xiubai’s mood at the moment.
Azhao does not drink, watching him give a cup of water to himself.
After a while, his movements stopped.
"Little aunt."
Xu Xiu Bai looked serious and sat up straight, and his posture seemed to be perfect for attending a company meeting.
It’s just that the eyes with no focal length exposed the fact that he was drunk.