Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 359: Get Caught

Hazel glanced at Bradley. After a moment of silence, she sat there and drank from a bottle of wine.

One was depressed, and so was the other.

Sally put on her work clothes and raised her chin arrogantly. She'd been a harsh white-collar beauty, teaching and cursing the newcomers.

A girl who was delivering the wine approached Sally with a flattering smile.

"Sally, I saw your friend."

"Who? Elaine?"

Sally immediately thought of Elaine.

Elaine hadn't come to work for several days since the start of the college.

She did not come to work. For it, Fifth Brother complained a few times in private, but he did not dare to deduct her salary or resign her.

"Where did you see her?"

"Well, in the innermost room of the area I'm in charge of. By the way, there's also a boy being with her who I've never met."

"What?" (⊙_⊙) A boy who she hadn't met?

That wasn't Mr. Smith or Master Young... Who could it be?

After a few words, Sally hurried to the private room, opened the door, and shouted.

"Elaine, why didn't you tell me before you came?"

After entering, she froze.

Sally looked at Hazel and then at Bradley, dumbfounded.

"Ha ... Hazel? It's you? You kidnapped ... a police officer?"

Bradley did leave a deep impression on Sally.

Hazel lifted her eyelids hazily, her face full of drowsiness and depression. She recognized Sally and showed a lazy smile, like a lost child.

"Sally ... you're here... My head aches..."

Sally paused for a moment. She hurriedly walked over, hugged Hazel, and leaned her forehead against Hazel's, taking her temperature.

"Damn it! You have a fever and you're still drinking here? Are you asking for your death?"

Sally was used to living alone, and she was very capable and knowledgeable. At the sight of Hazel's red cheeks, she knew Hazel caught a fever.

...

Not only that, it should be a high fever.

Hazel's forehead was almost burning.

"Fever? That's good! A fever is a good opportunity for the body's immune system to counterattack."

Hazel still held the wine bottle in one hand and smiled foolishly.

"Can you be dumber? If your brain get damaged, you'll be stupid. How long have you been drinking?"

stretched out a hand. At first, she showed

three,

you? You're out of your mind! Stop drinking! It could kill you!

at Bradley, who was

I'm talking to you! You're a police officer. What's wrong with you? A civilian is drunk and has a high fever. Why didn't you take care of

the police

Sally in a

in his mind. 'You're just

Aren't you a police officer? Isn't there a saying—call the police if you're in trouble? Why don't you care

then did Bradley come back to his senses. He looked

"What happened to Hazel?"

a high

single sentence compelled Bradley to get

followed by the anxious Sally. Hazel

are you carrying me? I can walk.

from the other side.

strange and followed

holding a woman in his arms as he

woman's chest with one hand, while he tilted his head to the other, pouted and kissed her

...

(⊙_⊙)

and her mind

real life of

he liked her, and that he had a crush on her... But it turned out that he was living such a

Hazel's sudden silence. Following her

was the man of

... let me kiss you...

with women, he

if he had realized something, he raised his

"...."

Hazel's death stare, as if he was drenched in

rushed over from behind with their clothes

What

the sight of Hazel

caught by his beloved woman

to earth and pushed the two women away. He nervously stared at Hazel and took a

"Hazel, I..."

you, so I play with some women here

start his words, he was interrupted by

you have a wonderful nightlife! Go

and forced a smile, and her fingernails

pain almost made Bradley

let's go! Let's go home

was carrying

Bradley was puzzled again.

'Have sex?

...

Hazel, don't take me

Lucas’ face to turn

at them

have anything to say, you can talk about

Why did they waste so

watched as the three of them disappeared

she say? Did I hear it wrong? Where is she going?

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