Mr. Dior

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Early the next morning, Lord King woke up in lazy lame feet, looked at the young wife who was still asleep in her arms, and pouted afterwards.

"Call dad."

"roll!"

"Scream or not, huh?"

"Woo ..."

Let him call him dad, but he wouldn't bark and would bite. Zhang Chenzhang bullied him badly, and finally made everyone cry, but he still couldn't hear a father. The stubborn sobbing, the beautiful eyes with water and light, the powerful little fangs, just thinking about it ... keke.

Hold your head with one hand and the other hand in the quilt.

Jiao Qi was soon awakened, and slapped a slap on his groping hand, yawned, and opened his eyes: "In the morning, what's upset?"

"Oh, you still have face to sleep," seeing Xiaojiao's wife so arrogant, suddenly remembered the question of the flash of light last night, and gradually darkened his face, "Last night ... aren't you the first time?"

"what?"

I have been sleeping for seven years, and where is the first time.

"Sure enough, I know it!" Spending money to buy a small daisy to raise, just aiming at the tenderness of the buds, but it turned out to be a white strip.

Jiao Qi rolled his eyes and sat up: "What do you know?"

Zhang Chenzhang jumped out of bed, opened the quilt, pointed at the bed, and faced: "No redness last night, the hymen must have broken!"

"Oh!" A pillow flew over and smashed Zhang Chenxuan's face impartially.

Master Jin is very angry, this arrogant little plaything, he is not a virgin, even dare to beat the godfather, it is really unclean. Last night's entanglement | After being thrown away, the cold-blooded Jinzhu decided to give Jiao Qi a cruel lesson-not to make breakfast for him.

Well-groomed, slammed the door, leaving a room with cold pots and cold stoves.

Jiao Qi was very helpless, poured some dog food for Guangzong, and drove to the banana planner cafeteria for breakfast.

There is a canteen in the plantain building, divided into staff areas and high-rise areas. As the personal secretary of the president, Yu Yuan shouldered the mission of eating with the president from time to time, so he also ate at the high-level area. Facing a small bun in a basket, he looked up and saw his boss came, and immediately raised his hand to say, "President, here!"

"Today we have raw fried buns and hair cakes. Would you like to try them? The hair cakes are served with seaweed glutinous rice dumplings, glutinous rice dumplings, and delicious on the earth." Yu Yuan aims to satisfy the president and satisfies Zhang as his principle. Recommended dishes.

Waiting for Jiao Qi to eat the heat, suddenly he heard a click, looked up in doubt, and found that Yu Yuan was panicking to gather his brain.

"Come here." Jiao Qi looked at him coldly.

The fat man reached out his hand tremblingly and opened the virtual screen of the brain's peripherals, but it was the chat interface with Zhang Chenyi.

[The glutinous rice dumplings and buns I ate today did not drink ice. ] With a photo just taken.

"When did it start?" Jiao Qi looked away from the screen and asked Yu Yuan solemnly. The secretary secretly took a picture of the boss and passed it on to others, which is a serious violation.

"Go, last year," the two chubby rubbed their hands anxiously. "That time you did n’t eat lunch for three days in a row, and you suffered a stomachache. President Zhang gave me this task, and each month gave I get a bonus. "

I remember to turn off the sound every time I took a photo.

Yu Yuan swears that he took the private job of Zhang Chenxi. He was also very cautious. He never took Jiao Qi's face, but only his fingers and rice, in case his own brain was leaked out of the dark one day.

The character of the fat man, Jiao Qi is still trustworthy. But it was not worth encouraging him to conceal his behavior in partnership with Zhang Chenzhang, and punished him to hand in the bonus given by Zhang Chenzhang this month, so he didn't care about him.

"Hey, can I still take pictures in the future?" Yu Yuan exposed two small pear vortexes without a face.

Jiao Qi glanced at him and made no comment.

He didn't scold him, he just acquiesced, Yu Yuan stood up cheerfully: "I'll get some more fried."

When he arrived at the president's office of Shijie, Lord Jin ate a sandwich bought by his secretary, and suddenly he regretted it. The little thing was spoiled and raised, and he wouldn't make breakfast at all. He just left like this, and he must be hungry.

No, you cannot be soft-hearted!

Being tangled, Zhinao received a message and sent a photo of the eyeliner that he placed next to Jiao Qi. Holding a white porcelain spoon with slender fingers, a thin-skinned chaos scooped up in the spoon, and a gourmet filter, it looks delicious.

Just looking at the tip of a finger, Zhang Chenzhang can recognize his little Jiao wife. Damn, there was no lesson for him!

Because of the hymen argument, Master Jin ignored his little things for a day. The hard-hearted Xiaojiao's wife did not contact him.

At night Jiao Qi left work as usual, pressing the elevator on the negative floor to pick up the car. Just opened the door of Maserati, was suddenly caught and pushed to the back seat.

"What man!" Jiao Qi was startled, and when he got up he was about to fight back, but was embraced into the arms full of wood and leather scent, and immediately relaxed his body.

"If you weren't here to wait for the rabbit, would you run away, would you?" The door was closed, and the dangerous space was filled with danger.

"Run your sister, you don't come to pick me up, of course I drive by myself," Jiao Qi pushed him, wanting to sit upright, but he was ripped off by his shirt, "Hey!"

Looking at the half-covered beauty under the shirt, thinking that such a scene has been seen by others, Zhang Chenzhang became jealous and mad: "Who is that man? Tell me, I will spare you."

"Which man?" Jiao Qi held down his belt buckle to prevent him from breaking it. This is Bajiao's underground garage, which is monitored in real time. He didn't want to be seen by the security guard with his boss car.

"The man who opened the buds for you."

"Open an egg!"

"Oh, I don't want to say that." Zhang Chenzhang threw Jiao Qi a new set of shirts and accessories, closed the back door and sat in the cab himself. He stepped on the accelerator and ran out of the garage.

Jiao Qi replaced the torn shirt: "Where are you going?"

"Hunting," Zhang Chenyi glanced at Xiaojiao's wife in the rear-view mirror. "Since you didn't get a fresh first bite, look for a fresh one."

Speaking of which, Jiao Qi's face really became difficult to look. Master Jin is very proud, just to let him know that small toys are readily available, and that Jiaojia Dongshan should be obedient if he wants to rise again.

The car parked in front of a luxury hotel. The top floor of this hotel is a famous sky pool, where people often hold parties. Jiao Qi followed Zhang Chenxun's face indifferently into the elevator, and he saw that he pressed the top button.

Today is the birthday of Park Meinan, the owner of DJB Entertainment. He also sent an invitation letter to Jiao Qi. However, this kind of party Jiao Qi can usually be pushed and pushed, and it was not intended to participate. The glass door was opened, and the loud music suddenly poured into my ears.

It's mid-autumn season, and it's a bit cold, so it's not suitable for a pool party. But there are still many handsome men and women in swimwear, playing in the crowd. Those little artists who should be DJB Entertainment. Most of the friends and relatives invited to the party were unpretentious and in suits.

"Be obedient here, the godfather went to say a few words to a friend." Zhang Chenzhang let go of Jiao Qi's hand, and threw him on a sofa, letting him feel that without his own shelter What kind of field When I was scared, I introduced him to the producer and the director.

"Oh, Mr. Zhang is here! It's an honour!" Park Mei-nam saw Zhang Chenzhen, immediately dropped the person who was talking, and walked over quickly.

"Boss, happy birthday." Zhang Chenzhang reached out to greet him.

"Hey, don't call me boss, just call Xiao Pu."

Park Mei-nam ’s father is a great Chinese, his mother is a Chinese, and DJB is a branch of his father ’s DJA company. According to the practice of Banguo, his surname is pronounced "piao", but because his friends always joked about him, he always emphasized the traditional Chinese pronunciation "pu".

"There's a hot show tonight, you must stay a little longer," Boss Park smiled and looked around, and when he didn't see Jiao Qi, he frowned at Zhang Chen's, "Would you like to find a swimmer to speak with you? It ’s been a while since I came to the company. It's clean. "

Park Meinan hasn't played with Zhang Chenxuan, and she has always been serious. Although I have heard that Mr. Zhang is afraid of his wife, since the wife is not here, the hospitality he should give as guest and host is indispensable.

"No," Zhang Chenchen frowned slightly. He came here just to teach little things. As a very discerning master, not everyone wants them. These vulgar powders are as delicious as Master Jiao's. "I brought it myself."

I brought it with me ... The boss knew it, and sure enough, the man who was afraid of his wife was also stealing fish. Curious what Mr. Zhang had brought with him, he looked at Zhang Chenyi's fingers.

Under the striped umbrella, the young man wearing a high-definition suit and expensive cuffs was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, his eyes looked coldly. Several producers and directors surrounded him and poured him wine diligently.

Pu Meinan's fingertips trembled: "You, what you bring ... is Mr. Jiao?"