Mr. Dior

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Li Shuai is a rich second-generation. He also loved playing when he was young and ignorant. He often spent time with fox friends and dog friends, so he knows what the scene in front means.

He has a friend who likes playing pure schoolgirls. School girls often don't drink, and that friend's favorite is this link. Grasp the schoolgirl's face, poured a glass of red wine into it, watched her helplessly cough, the liquor squirted out of the nose and nose, and wet a large piece of clothes, the fox friends and dog friends would follow and coax, laughing.

This kind of trick that can only be used on the girl who accompanies the wine, he never thought that he would be used to abuse Jiao Qi by Zhang Chenzheng.

Jiao Qi is a wealthy second generation, rich and powerful. And Zhang Chenzheng, is a nobleman from a self-made mall. How can he, how dare he do this!

"Zhang Chenxun, what are you doing!" Li Shuai stepped up angrily, dragging Jiao Qi up.

Zhang Chenxuan's eyes suddenly cooled down, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of the teeth. "Okay, good, pulling in front of my face, huh?"

Jiao Qi had a headache, and patted Li Shuai's shoulder: "Handsome, it's all right, we're playing around."

"What a joke!" President Li hated pointing at the large wet mark, "you don't go out and play, you don't understand this, you know he's doing this ..."

"Enough!" The President's adult could not bear it, pulled Xiaojiao's wife back into her arms, and wrapped it tightly in a suit jacket. The soaked shirt was stuck to the body, and he could see the lines of muscles and small dots looming, and the man was embarrassed to point his fingers.

"I was holding my own, not what you think." Jiao Qi popped his head out of his suit, because the sip was just now, and the eyes were red. The little one crouched in the arms of the tyrant, looking extremely pathetic, but still trying to maintain the family's external image.

President Li gradually calmed down and sighed. They are husbands who have received a certificate. After all, it is a housework, and it is not easy to be an outsider. Quietly put down the two invitations, shaking his head and leaving. It turned out that there was a rumor in the circle that Zhang Chen's fear of his wife, a good man, etc. was all an illusion made by this scheming man.

The secretary came to close the door with a probe, saw the husband and wife who were like conjoined babies, glanced at his president's face as black as the bottom of the pot, and his chin hit the collarbone instantly: "Sorry, sorry for the president, I thought that President Li had just walked for another minute It should be okay to return, so I didn't knock on the door ... "

"Go out!" Zhang Chenzheng's voice was full of Martians.

"Oh!" The door closed, and the room was quiet, leaving only the sound of each other's breathing.

Scrap another new shirt. Jiao Qi pushed away Zhang Da, who hugged him tightly, and twisted the wet cloth on his chest, which was a pity. This high-grade material cannot be washed off with red wine.

"Ding Diao" Zhinao came in with new news, Jiao Qi opened it, and the content of the incoming message was displayed on the virtual screen.

[Shandong Li: If you need help, remember to speak. 】

"..." This is treating him as a domesticated woman and Jiao Qi drew his lips.

"Who's the news?" Zhang Chenchen looked over. The brain is connected to neurons, and only the person can see the content when the sharing screen is not turned on.

"No one." Jiao Qi didn't want to talk, and turned to the bathroom. Mention Li handsome now, the president will blow up.

Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at the dodgy little Jiao's wife. Sure enough, she was secretly contacting the Wang family. He closed his eyes, grabbed the little thing that was trying to escape, and threw it onto the sofa.

"What again?" Jiao Qi got up and was embraced by Zhang Chenzhang from behind, one by one untied the wet shirt.

"Continuing what we haven't done just now." The president chuckled vaguely, lowered Xiaojiao's wife's shirt to her elbows, picked up the unfinished red wine, and poured it on the beautifully curved back.

"唔 ..." The slightly cold liquor flowed down the ditch, and was licked by the warm lips, Jiao Qi was soft and was stretched by Zhang Da | 屌 holding a pass and rubbing it. After kneading, throw him a clean shirt.

"Wear mine first." The president turned out an alternate shirt in the lounge. One size larger than Jiao Qi, worn loosely on the body, it can just cover the fart.

Just now on the sofa, the pants were stained with red wine, Jiao Qi simply took off the pants, pulled out the belt, and let Zhang Da | 屌 get another one.

"There are no pants here." The president smiled evilly and threw Xiaojiao's wife's pants out the window.

"Hey! Parabolic at high altitude, you **** ..." Jiao Qi quickly ran to the window and looked down. Fortunately, there was a green field outside. At this time, no one was working. Poor trousers floated down and hung on the tree. Newly transplanted osmanthus tree.

Somewhere round, because Xiaojiao's wife loomed on the windowsill, Zhang Chenzhang walked over and slapped him: "Come here, accompany me to file."

The president sat on the wide boss chair, patted his strong thigh, and motioned for Xiaojiao's wife to sit up.

"Aren't you trying to steal secrets? Sit up and do it yourself. I'll show you everything you want to see."

"..."

Jiao Qi didn't bother him, he went to the lounge and pulled out a pair of Zhang Chenzhen's trousers to put on. He called Yu Yuan and asked him to bring a suit when he came to pick him up.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Chen watched Xiaojiao's wife answer a mysterious phone call and hurried away. Standing at the window and looking down, he saw that he got on a black business car, and he gazed guilty before getting on the car.

Damn Wang!

Jiao Qi Anyou is also a person of identity. He comes out of the old attacking building in unsuitable clothes and is ashamed when he sees it. He threw himself into the car with a thunderbolt and put on his clothes in the car, and finally relaxed.

The meeting opened from two o'clock to five o'clock and dealt with a few more things.

"Goodbye Jiao!"

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Jiao!"

Out of Basho's office building with the greetings of the employees, Jiao Qi remembered that his car was still in Shijie, and he was ready to let Yu Yuan take him by.

"Buzz--" The roar of the motor went from far to near, and a silver flick of the silver Maserati stopped in front of him. The glass window slowly rolled down, revealing Zhang Chenyi's extraordinary face. It was already dark, and the street lights were gradually on, reflecting the three-dimensional features that were deeper than ordinary people.

I have to say that this face is really beautiful. Zhang Da | 屌 has irritated him from time to time all these years, but when I see this face, my anger can be cut by half.

Jiao Qi was a little surprised: "How did you come to pick me up?" Even remembering his company address, isn't his brain recovering?

Zhang Chenxian opened the door with a low smile and came out, holding the roof with one hand, trapping Xiaojiao's wife between the car and his chest: "My man, of course, only I can pick it up. I don't allow you to take someone else's car. Remember, you are a 'my' man! "

"..."

The plantain staff passing by from work looked curiously.

"Wow, who is that? He's in the car!"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-hhhh-Jiao's car?"

"Well? Then, that ..."

"Isn't it just President Zhang, hey, my husband and husband are still playing so much. Whoops, it would be nice if my husband was also so romantic."

In fact, the parties didn't feel so romantic, they just felt that their scalp was going to explode. It's a nightmare to use hard-lined lines, vocalizations with accents.

The car exited the parking line and drove down the road.

"Where are you going?" Red light, Jiao Qi saw the car parked on the left turn and quickly stopped, "Don't go back to the villa, you have to go to work tomorrow, it's too far, go here." Said, Zhizhi The brain connected the car navigator, and the location of the apartment in the city center was clicked on the virtual screen.

"Oh," the president came over with a smile, pinching Xiaojiao's wife's chin and licking. "Baby, do you want to go home so early, can you impatiently fulfill your obligations?"

Jiao Qi blushed, "Where are you going?"

"A place for pastime." The president raised a mysterious mystery, and tapped the steering wheel to set off the road that runs counter to home.

As he was talking, Jiao Qi's phone rang, showing that his name was "Dad" and he had to answer it.

"Yan Yan, are you off work?" Yan Yan is Jiao Qi's nickname, and he was still Jiao Yan until high school. At that time, he was thin again. The good classmates gave him the nickname "preserved pork ribs", which made Jiao Qi very unhappy. Father Jiao changed his name when he was angry.

"Yes." Jiao Qi responded, glanced at the route, and found that this was neither the way to the villa nor the way back to the apartment, wondering.

"What about the boy?" Father Jiao mentioned Zhang Chenzheng, his tone was not as gentle as before.

"He's driving." Jiao Qi frowned.

When the two were together, his father didn't like Zhang Chenzheng. Of course, the main reason was that he couldn't accept his son's preference for men. Over the years, Zhang Chenzhang has been performing well, his career is booming, and he is particularly pleasing, and bought the Jiao father. Speaking is no longer "that kid", "this guy", but "ministers" and "good sons".

This suddenly changed the tone, something must have happened.

"Let's go, old man sea fishing sent me a few lobsters, you two go home on the weekend."

Come back home? Jiao Qi looked at the old attack immersed in the story of repaying his debt to save Laozhangren: "We have to go to a conference on the weekend, let's talk about it."

Hang up the communication, Jiao Qi looked at the scenery outside the window, his face changed, "Here ..."

The lights are bright and the music is loud. This is a very famous nightclub with songs, wine and beauties.

Zhang Chenzhang smiled and pulled him out of the car, and tipped the doorman.

Looking at the old way of attacking light cars, Jiao Qi gradually clenched his fists. As a president, Zhang Da | 屌 often returned late, but he would report to him in advance where to go. However, those whereabouts never included this nightclub.