Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

“Qingyou…”

Wang Fenglan had just called out when Fang Wenhao, who was sitting to the side, snatched the cup from her hand.

"Red wine is good, I'll drink it..."

Then Fang Wenhao drank the whole bottle of red wine.

Ni Dayong and Wang Fenglan looked at each other, wondering what the hell this was.

"Puff-"

Fang Wenhao was knocked out by the drink.

"Dad, your friend's son... he's passed out..."

Ni Qingyou looked at Ni Dayong with a half-smile.

Ni Dayong was also completely bewildered, and he looked at Zhuo An.

Zhuo An was also completely confused about what was going on and what the current situation meant.

Just then, Zhuo An's phone rang.

She picked up the phone and answered it.

Hearing the voice on the phone, Zhuo An's expression changed, and he nodded repeatedly.

"what happened?"

Zhuo An hung up the phone, and Ni Dayong asked a question.

"Uncle, come with me!?"

How could I possibly say these things in front of Ni Qingyou?

Zhuo An stood up and waved to Ni Dayong.

Ni Dayong also sensed that something was wrong, and followed Zhuo An to the kitchen.

"That person isn't from our area!?"

As soon as he entered, Zhuo An said anxiously.

"No? What do you mean?"

Ni Dayong frowned and asked.

This person came by car, and he was waiting at a specific location. He knew everything I asked, so why isn't it him?

"Angkor has called, and the boss is already getting angry while waiting there. What should we do now?!"

Zhuo An was also very anxious. It was his first time doing something like this, and he couldn't believe that such a mistake was happening.

"Throw that kid out first."

Ni Dayong's face showed a hint of ruthlessness.

"No need, let him sleep on the sofa... Go downstairs and bring the boss up, just say he's his father... That's perfect, Qingyou won't suspect anything!"

Zhuo An's words made Ni Dayong burst into laughter.

He nodded, looking at Zhuo An with approval.

"That's it!"

So the two of them went out and sat down at the table to eat.

Ni Dayong helped Fang Wenhao to the sofa, then pretended to answer a phone call before running out to pick him up again.

"Senior Zhuo An, what were you doing dragging my dad into the kitchen just now?"

Ni Qingyou sneered inwardly. These people were acting like this in front of her because they thought she was so brainless.

"I have some things I need to ask Uncle about...hehe..."

Zhuo An smiled and quickly moved on from the matter.

"What's the matter?"

Ni Qingyou ate her food and then asked again.

"Oh dear, Qingyou, why are you so insistent on getting to the bottom of things these days? Haha..."

Zhuo An smiled again, then looked helplessly at Qingyou.

"No, I just find it strange!"

Qingyou smiled again, "My dad is a rough and uncultured man, and you actually have questions to ask him."

Hearing what Qingyou said, Zhuo An chuckled again, and the matter was considered closed.

At that moment, the door was opened again.

Ni Dayong led his men in; one of them was a middle-aged man who was overweight, had a round belly, and was also a little bald.

Seeing the man in front of her open up like this, Zhuo An felt relieved.

The man and Ni Dayong both came up with smiles on their faces, each holding a cigarette. Clearly, they had been having a pleasant chat on the way.