Mr. Dior

Chapter 5 President's Million Bride (5)

The president who did not send the check was a bit unhappy, and swollen Xiaojiao's wife to the co-pilot to upload to the company, thinking that he must give him some lessons today.

As soon as he stepped into the president's elevator, Jiao Qi was attacked by his old niches on the elevator wall, blocking his lips frantically.

"Zhang Da | Hey!" Jiao Qi hummed him, kissed him, and this man rubbed his waist innocently. There was an itchy flesh from under his ribs to his hips, and he felt it trembling through his clothes.

"Don't move, there is a camera in it." Holding the soft lips of Xiaojiao's wife, the president proudly scared him.

Zhang Chenzhang is taller than Jiao Qi, and the skeleton is wider. It can be wrapped around Xiaojiao's wife like a Russian matryoshka.

Feeling that the body in his arms was shaking, the president became more proud and bullied him dumbly: "You said, if I hit you here, the elevator will open in a while, what will the secretary do?"

Thinking about this scene is really exciting. Jiao Qi could not help but blushed, and coughed, "This is a high-speed elevator. Are you sure you can take off your pants in three seconds?"

"Oh man, dare to challenge me! I won't stop even if you cry for a while!"

The fat secretary Yu Yuan was already waiting at the door of the president's office holding a pile of documents, chatting with Zhang Chenzheng's three secretaries.

"Yuanyuan, your style is not the same as that of other plantains." Su Su, the female secretary, poked at Yu Yuan's small flesh, and was surprised.

Banana refers to Jiaoqi's company. This company started out as an online video platform, and later launched a derivative "Bajiao live broadcast", which is second to none in the new media industry. Although it is a fashionable and lively industry, the atmosphere inside Basho Company is rigorous and orderly, because of their meticulous Virgo boss.

"Yes, people in our company feel the same way," Yu Yuan said with a smile on his face. "Last year's annual meeting, they gave me a 'Basho Warrior' award. Hey, speaking, this year's annual meeting has started It's planned. Shall we start the two companies together? "

The administrative department began to ask for your opinions the day before yesterday. Yu Yuan hasn't responded yet. Today, when I saw the person from Shi Yan, there was a sudden flash of light.

"Still ... don't do it." The three secretaries Qi Qi shook their heads into rattles. They didn't want Shi Jie's annual meeting to be held. | 人 | 大 | 常 | 委 | 会.

While talking, the elevator sounded the arrival sound, and everyone straightened their legs conditionedly, ready to bow and say hello.

The elevator doors opened, revealing the president's tall and erect back like a supermodel.

"Wow!" The heavy and expensive belt buckle, and the straightened suit trousers hit the ground instantly, exposing honey-colored long legs and black boxers.

The world is quiet at this moment.

"Look, there's a plane!" Yu Yuan yelled, and the three secretaries quickly turned to look at the wall with no windows at all, because they threw too fast, and a "click" sound of cervical protest was heard one after another.

Mr. Dior kept this movement and let the elevator door close slowly.

Facts have shown that elevator play is not a good idea, after all, the president's high-level suit pants are very good.

Out of the elevator again, everyone seemed to have amnesia, and the scene of the other party was silent.

Because President Jiao proposed to work here for a while, the highly efficient Secretariat quickly placed a new table next to the CEO's table. Finally, I was fortunate to see how Comrade Yu Yuan, the "Banana Warrior," works.