Mr. Dior

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This loud voice attracted several servants.

The new girl Jing Jing, who knew nothing about the villa, was frightened by the scene in front of her.

"Come with me." Zhang Chenzhen took a deep breath and grabbed Jiao Qi's wrist and dragged upstairs.

"I'm not going, I want to eat." Jiao Qi shook his hand, didn't eat lunch, and ate some snacks in the afternoon, deliberately accounted for the kitchen's early dinner in the evening. At this moment, you are dizzy and hungry, so don't toss with Zhang Dazhen.

"Do you dare to disobey my order!" The adult president was out of anger, and encircled the small substitute with one arm in disguise, and dragged upstairs.

Jing Jing whispered to the other servants, "It turns out that the life of the wealthy is not so easy."

Others, including the girl, the guy, and the aunt, looked at this scene with disbelief, thinking how suddenly Mr. Zhang was fat, and he dared to treat Mr. Jiao like that.

Jiao Qi already had a stomachache and couldn't stand it. He was forced to pull it up, and immediately frowned, his face also became very poor: "Don't move, I feel bad."

The voice is very low, even lower than usual, the people around can hardly hear, but Zhang Chenyi just heard it. This sentence seemed to have magic power, and instantly fixed the fire-breathing dragon.

"What's wrong?" The president loosened Xiaojiao's wife, and saw him slowly bend down while covering his stomach, quickly hugged the person to sit back on the sofa, and touched the pale face. substance.

"Yanyan's stomach is not good. I can't remember eating." Zhang Chenzhuang hugged him and put his warm big hand across his shirt to warm him up. He raised his head to the nearest Jingjing. Here, bring the stomach medicine in the first golden box from the left of the third row. "

"Good sir." Jingjing should come down, a little unsuited to the plot that changes too quickly, and looked at the little friends aggressively.

The girls, guys, and aunts all looked like "it really is" and smiled silently.

The steward brought a bowl of hot soup and a glass of warm water.

Zhang Chenxi dug a spoon to dig a piece of ointment and fed it to Jiao Qi's mouth.

Being watched by so many people, Jiao Qi was a little embarrassed, pinching the old attacker's wrist and saying he wanted to eat it by himself. But he avoided it and continued to feed hard.

"I said, you have to do what I said," stuffing the ointment into the mouth of the small stand-in, and there was a hint of contentment in the eyes of the president, and he whispered, "I never let me feed you, it's still you."

Jiao Qi was a little embarrassed, drinking warm water with his old attacker's hand, remembering that when he was sick and eating, this guy always tried to feed him. However, in the education that Jiao Qi received from childhood, he wanted to eat by himself without bothering others, so he rarely allowed someone to succeed.

After drinking the water, I got a tender kiss.

Having tasted a bit of bitterness on Xiao Jiao's wife's lips, Zhang Chenxi sighed secretly. This wicked little substitute, deliberately pretending to be weak, made him feel sorry, but he just ate this set, and when he saw this familiar face showing a painful expression, he felt bad.

Explain that the kitchen makes soft and easy-to-digest food, and supervises the Xiaojiaoqi bag to finish the meal. The adult president then relaxes and hugs people upstairs. I paused at the door of the master bedroom and thought about putting a small stand in the guest room.

Jiao Qi looked at him leisurely: "Are you sure you want me to sleep here?"

The president rubbed his eyebrows in pain, although he didn't want to admit that the small stand-in was really seductive. He couldn't help but want to hug him when he was close. A long sigh, left Jiao Qi with a melancholy and affectionate back: "I can't be sorry."

Jiao Qi almost laughed, and lowered his head and coughed twice: "So good night, Mr. Dior." It ’s good to sleep in bed.

Mr. Dior clenched his fists: "I said, call me Dasao ... good night."

"..."

The guest room is also a large bed, the configuration is similar to the master bedroom, but the room is smaller. Jiao Qi stretched his body, remembering what he saw in the basement during the day, and couldn't help burying his face in the quilt and laughing. I didn't close my eyes last night, I can finally sleep peacefully today.

After sleeping in the middle of the night, Jiao Qi opened his eyes slowly. The extreme drowsiness had been made up, and he began to feel uncomfortable sleeping. There is no warm chest behind, and there are no shallow little purrs in the ears. I never knew that the night of the early autumn turned out to be so cold.

Climbed helplessly, ran back to the master bedroom with slippers, and got into the warm quilt. Zhang Dayu is in good health, with full firepower every day, and the temperature of the quilt is at least five degrees higher than that of Jiao Qi. Xiaojiao's wife sighed comfortably and closed her eyes with peace of mind.

Zhang Chenyi rolled over, felt his warm body, and darted into his arms unconsciously, grunted in his throat, and continued to fall asleep.

I woke up the next morning and found a big living person sleeping in my arms.

Jiao Qi slept very peacefully, and a fair, handsome face warmed to a pale pink.

Damn little stand-in! How to learn to climb a bed!

"Why are you here?" Zhang Chenxuan woke the man in his arms, gritted his teeth and asked.

"Well, the room is too cold," Jiao Qi yawned, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Man, are you trying my endurance?" The president grabbed the hand that rubbed his eyes, pressed it against the pillow, and stared at him dangerously.

"It's crazy in the morning." Jiao Qi opened five fingers and held Zhang Dazhen's face, pushing the head away. Silk pajamas, because they slept too well last night, brought the clothes apart and slipped down with the movement of their hands.

"Damn!" Zhang Chenxi was almost roaring, jumped out of bed, walked back and forth a few times like a vicious dog in a cage, "you actually climbed the bed, you really don't know the shame!" "

"I just recognize the bed a little bit." Xiaoyi looked innocent.

"Oh, do you think I would believe it? Fine, this is what you asked for."

Jiao Xi was too lazy to pick up his bad line, grabbed his sleepy hair, got up to wash, but was thrown back by the old attacker to the pile of soft pillows. Two shots came out and they were dragged into the bed by a certain beast.

"Are you not defending Jiao Yan?"

"How many times have you never mentioned his name! You don't see the coffin without tears. I must teach you something today!"

"Hahahaha ... don't do it, don't make a mess, I have to work today on Monday! Uh ..."

On Monday morning, the two presidents were destined to be late.

Shi Jie Technology's employees have become accustomed to the late arrival of their president, after all, the president often has to shoulder the task of making breakfast for Jiao and being a driver. So after nine o'clock, no one came to urge.

But plantains are different, their workaholic bosses, but on time and on time. As a personal secretary, Yu Yuan sent a message to Jiao Qi at just past nine o'clock, asking him if he needed a car.

In the busy schedule, Mr. Jiao returned a message telling him that he didn't need a car. He went to the company later today and fell into a busy vortex again.

The coldness of the early autumn was so dissipated and sweaty. I dragged my body that was about to fall apart and took a hot bath, and finally took a sip. Jiao Qi brushed his hair and was hot and thirsty.

"Drink this!" The president's face was very ugly, and he placed the glass filled with black liquid on the table, and demanded Xiaojiao's wife to drink it.

"What is it?" Jiao Qi took a sip, and it was cold and cold, with full bubbles, and a glass of iced cola.

"Contraceptives," said the president, unchanged.

"噗 ——" A big sip of the drink just sprayed out and directly sprayed on Zhang Chenzheng's face. The bubbles hung on the eyebrows and burst, and Mr. Dior's unhappy face was even darker.

"I won't let you conceive the Zhang family." The president touched his face and motioned Jiao Qi to continue drinking.

"... I don't have that function." Jiao Qi drew his lips.

Zhang Chenxuan squeezed Xiaojiao's wife's face and said coldly, "You think I don't know your plan, you want to take the opportunity to become pregnant and become a true Mrs. Zhang, I will not let you succeed."

"Where can I drink cola for contraception?" Jiao Qi reluctantly picked up a cola and drank a large mouthful of lemon, which tasted wonderfully.

The president said solemnly, "Coke kills sperm."

"..."