Mr. Dior

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This is an anti-theft chapter. If the purchase ratio is less than 50%, this chapter will show that Zhang Chen was startled, and he forgot about the president ’s affairs: "What's wrong? Is your stomach hurting?"

"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 his part, Zhang Chenzhang went to learn to cook soup and porridge. He just nourished this stomach and basically did not commit any more. It ’s just that if you do n’t eat in time, or if you drink 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 into the slippers, and suddenly felt Jiao Qi staring at himself, without knowing how to look suspiciously.

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

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

This was a vague hint, Jiao Qi looked up at him. I have to say that this gentleman is the most handsome blind date he has ever seen. His deep eyes are lit with candlelight, giving people the illusion of deep emotion.

The heart could not help but skip a beat, Jiao Qi looked down at the business card, the person still did not mean to let go, and had to slowly read it out. He has a little myopia, and the environment is dim and he can't get in front of him. He can only look around: "Zhang Ju ... 巨?"