Mr. Dior

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"Sir, are you okay?" The waiter who was throwing leftovers into the trash bin saw it, and hurried forward with a hand holding a rag to help him, and instantly printed a black handprint on the president's white shirt .

Zhang Chenyi supported the sink and waved his hands. He didn't care about the waiter staining his shirt. He rushed to the face with a handful of cold water, and was instantly sober. Facing himself in the mirror for a moment, as if he had been burned, turned and walked quickly back to the private room, and heard the laughter inside the door.

"You two have been married for seven years, and this is the first time we have met."

"Come on, let's take one."

"I can't drink, let's play the truthful adventure, right?" Qingqing's clear voice is exactly his delicate young wife, who should never show up in this place. At this moment, he is having a good talk with his high school brothers, a security guard, a police officer, and a gangster just released from prison.

This world is a bit magical.

"Okay, come on ..."

"Bang!" Zhang Chenyi pushed open the door, grabbed Jiao Qi's wrist, and dragged him up.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Mao Mao saw that his face was not right, and then stood up.

Zhang Chenxi calmed down and smiled awkwardly: "I'm in a hurry, I have to go first. It's already set before dinner, and I'll get together next time." After that, he pulled Xiaojiao's wife away.

Left three brothers dull.

"My brother, is this my sister?" Mao Mao asked the only Comrade Pianer who had the ability to detect and analyze.

"Never, have you heard that Xunzi is Jiao Yan?" Hadron took a bite of the skewer and said weakly.

Mao Mao slaps his hands on the table and gives Zhenfei the roasted leek that hasn't finished eating: "So he really didn't know that the substitute was school grass? Wow!"

Jiao Qi was pulled to the parking space by Zhang Chenzhang. He was just pressed to the co-pilot and dragged again.

"You drive." After drinking some beer, the president who complied with the traffic regulations still gave the driver's seat to Xiaojiao's wife.

Jiao Qi took a close look at Zhang Chenzheng's expression, got his impatient stare and a fierce command, he stopped talking and drove home.

Zhang Chenzheng said in a bad tone "back to the villa", so he stopped paying attention to Xiaojiao's wife and turned to look out the window. In my mind, there are many people in the villa, and Yan Yan should be embarrassed to hit him in public.

Hey, what can I do!

Jiao Qi didn't find anything wrong at first. The adult president with a broken brain just wanted to come out. On the way, he turned to look at him occasionally, and found that Zhang Dazhen was pinching his fingers and narrowed his eyes suddenly.

Zhang Dazhen counts how many things he has to suffer. Afterwards, he gave Jiao Qi a cola and said he wanted contraception, forcing others to wear school uniforms, and also said that Yan Yan likes to eat salt and pepper ribs ... It ’s easy to be beaten anyway. The question is, how to explain that secret crush?

The secret that has been hidden for many years is thus lifted, and Jiao Qi is brought to see high school classmates. I don't know what those three **** said to Yan Yan, Jiao Qi probably already knew that he was a lunatic before. This gave him a sense of crumbling when he took off his pants and walked on the street.

Back at the villa, Zhang Chenzhang was very low, and even the president Fan forgot to dress, like a scrambled onion, sitting on the sofa with his head down.

Jiao Xi sat down on the single sofa diagonally opposite, holding his arm to look at him: "Come on, who is that white moonlight in your heart?"

"Did I tell you all?"

"That's the script of Mr. Dior Zhang, not you, Zhang Chenzheng." The last name was squeezed out from the teeth.

The president suddenly looked up, facing Xiaojiao's wife's cold eyes, all the depressions were thrown behind his head, and he fell into an infinite loop of "finished". The wife saw that he had recovered, and Zhang Chenzhang took advantage of the situation: "You also said, that's the script of Dior Zhang, that's all ..."

"I remember you mentioned that there was a person you liked when you went to school. You never said who he was. When you were confused, did you confuse that person with my old name?" Jiao Qi frowned, posing Make a stance to talk about.

If he hadn't looked at things in the basement impulse, he would probably have pulled Zhang Dazhen to the Civil Affairs Bureau to divorce.

"Hey, it's not ..." How is this going?

"Also said he's not as wavy in bed as I am, huh? I've always been in this style in bed. Who else did you sleep with?"

"I'm not, I don't!"

The unexplained President was thrown into the guest room to sleep, holding the pillows pitifully standing at the door of the master bedroom and tapping the door: "Baby, listen to me."

There was no movement in the room. No matter what he said, the door didn't open. Zhang Chenzheng had to go down to the guest room in despair. That was a few days ago he told the housekeeper to clean up, and now it just comes in handy.

"What are you looking at? I haven't seen anyone thrown out by a daughter-in-law?" The majestic gaze swept over the servants sneaking in the corner, and the crowd flew away.

Lying on the cold bed in the guest room, thinking about my miserable first half of life, the pain from the death of my mother, thinking of myself being admitted to Q, but I heard the loss of Yan Yan going abroad, and then thinking of the anxiety that Jiao Yan was forced by his blind date at home. Back to the kebabs I had tonight ...

Skewers!

Sit up suddenly, Zhang Chenbi patted his head, ran to the kitchen quickly, and placed a bowl of clear noodle soup.

"Yan Yan, come out to eat bowl noodles and sleep again. You didn't eat anything at night, you should have stomach pain tomorrow." Knocking on the door of the master bedroom, there was no response inside, Zhang Chen sighed.

"You ate noodles. I'll tell you who that person is."

A few minutes later, Jiao Qi in pajamas sat at the dinner table, snoring and eating the soup noodles cooked by the old attackers.

Zhang Chenzhang went to the basement and took the album with the cartoon cover. Like a primary school student who took the zero mark and waited for the parents to sign it, he handed it to Jiao Qi with embarrassment.

Jiao Qi looked at the old attack with red ears and suddenly felt distressed again. He was still sick, and he was angry with him.

"I haven't slept with anyone else, that's Hu Hu's script. You were very reserved when we happened to be there. Every time I went to bed, I almost bathed and burned incense ... I like the way you wave, hehe ... ... "

Jiao Qi: "..."

It's better to have a meal.

Zhang Chen was startled and immediately forgot about the president's affairs: "What's wrong? Has your stomach hurt?"

"It's okay." Jiao Qi took a sigh of relief and waved his hands weakly.

He used to have a bad stomach. When he was just married, he often had stomach problems, and from time to time he had a cold sweat. For him, Zhang Chenyu went to school to cook soup and porridge, and he nourished the stomach, and basically never committed it again. But if you do n’t eat in time, or if you drink alcohol or eat spicy food, it will still be uncomfortable.

Did not eat again last night and drank on an empty stomach.

Zhang Chenxuan touched his pale face, distressed, and got out of bed to cook for him. Just put your feet in the slippers, and suddenly felt Jiao Qi staring at himself, without having to look back to know how suspicious eyes were.

Taking a deep breath, sculpting a strong shape, the evil charm turned back wildly, and shoved Xiaojiao's wife back into the bed: "Before I return, don't leave the bed."

After all, it was as if the emperor had ascended to the throne. Shining in the kitchen, rubbed his arm with a goose bump, and shook it in place. The lines I spoke just now are too shameful. When I say it, my claws are numb.

I haven't cooked for three days, and there is a desolate feeling at home. Fortunately, the aunt comes to clean and replenish dishes every day, and can open fire at any time. At this time, it is too late to make a complex soup. You can only use a rice cooker with a pressure device to quickly cook a pot of white porridge.

Throw the rice into the pan, calculate the inventory of the refrigerator, take out the materials that need to be thawed, and put them in the microwave. Everything is ready, and it takes half an hour for the porridge to be cooked. Then, pour a cup of warm water to find out the stomach medicines that have not been used for a long time.

This stomach medicine is creamy. Take it before meals.

Back upstairs, Jiao Qi had finished washing, but his body was too tired, and he lay back on the bed, lazily didn't want to move.

The air conditioner whistled against his back. Zhang Chenyi wanted to cover him, but the chief executive's staff couldn't collapse, and he coughed, slap in the round and ingenious place: "It's like ... ... heh, who are you trying to seduce, huh? "

Ahhhhh! Da | Mr. Ji grabbed the carpet twice with his toes.

Take a deep breath and grab Xiaojiao's wife, forcing him to take medicine.

Jiao Qi obediently took the medicine and allowed the president to take him back to the bed as a second-level disability: "Hey, remember?"

"Why ... what?" The president slipped under his feet, his words stuttering.

People who have been facing each other for seven years, knowing what kind of demon he is going to make, and hearing it from the first sentence of waking up Jiao Qi. His eyes narrowed dangerously: "Which account do you say we should calculate first? Let's talk first, what lover have you taken to the company, Mr. Dior Zhang?"

"Oh!" The president threw the little wife in her arms back to the bed, moved away a little expressionlessly, turned around, poked into the pile of pillows, pretended to be dead.

"Can you stop being beaten up?"

"I swear by name, I've never done anything wrong with you!"

"Does your name have credit? Zhang, big, oh!"

"Oh!"

Zhangda | 屌 The name has its origin.

At first, the two went on a blind date. They were in a quite French restaurant, and the candlelight was swaying. The young and handsome president handed in a black gold-gilded business card.

Minimalist industrial style design, with simple name and contact information, placed gently on the table. Jiao Qi reached out to pick it up, but the two knuckle fingers that pushed the business card did not leave, pressing firmly on the corner of the business card.