Mr. Dior

Chapter 7 President's Million Bride (7)

The highlight of the night show has not yet begun. On the stage is a warm-up rock singer who sings a little dirty pigtail and sings completely ecstatically.

The people who come out day and night are not yet out, but the office workers who have spent time and wine have been shaking. A business person in a suit and leather takes off a piece of outer skin, pulls up the sleeves of a shirt, and grabs two pieces of meticulous hair at will, turning into a wild uninvited guest.

The exposed pole dancer girl had just put on her makeup and was ready to enter the game. Unexpectedly, she looked at Jiao Qi and raised her red lips to send him a kiss.

Young and handsome Mr. Jiao could n’t respond to the girl ’s enthusiasm at this moment, his face was as cold as ice, and he raised his hand and asked Zhinao: “How many times this year Zhang Da | 屌 did not go home before ten o’clock?”

Intellectual brain quickly searches its own information database, a record that the owner considers "irrelevant" and only holds data for one month.

[On the 3rd of last month, I played golf with customers and went home at 11.32pm; on the 16th of last month, I played games with President Wang and went home in the early morning; on the 28th of last month, I went to the top of the mountain to watch Aurora at night ...]

Jiao Qi found out that he hadn't even noticed Zhang Da for a long time. Because I am also very busy, I often go home late, and take it for granted that Zhang Da is the same as myself. He said that there was entertainment, and he said yes, without even listening carefully to the reasons he just compiled.

Many reasons are very clumsy. Who plays golf in the middle of the night and which mountain top has aurora?

The heart that had been kept warm for seven years in the marriage suddenly fell into the ice cave and froze painfully.

"Call a few beautiful ones." Zhang Chenxuan commanded loudly, but his eyes stayed on the young white face of Xiaojiao's wife, raising her hands to embrace her, "Why, scared?" He said, One hand reached into Jiao Qi's shirt.

"Mr. Zhang, you are here."

"I won't see you for a few days."

Two enchanted boys came over with wine, and the big eyes with thick eyeliner flickered at Zhang Chenyu. The smell of inferior perfume rushed, causing Jiaoqi to sneeze again and again.

"Don't touch me!" Jiao Qi grasped the warm big hand and pulled it out fiercely, thinking that this hand had touched these wine-selling boys, he felt nauseated.

Zhang Chenzheng also teased him and said with a smile, "You are my wife, who do you touch? Oh, don't forget, you are here to pay the debts of your father. If you are not obedient, be careful of me ... "

After finishing talking, I found that Xiaojiao's wife really got red eyes and suddenly got stuck. My heart ached for a while, and I was a little flustered instinctively.

"Why are you still crying, brother can't tease you?" He whispered, and tried to kiss his face in the past, but Jiao Qi pushed him away fiercely.

"Oh, Brother Zhang, how do you change your food today?" A decent man walked over with a red skirt woman and smiled, "Aren't you afraid of Xiaojiao's wife at home?"

"What little Jiao wife?" The red skirt asked curiously.

"Baby, you do n’t know if you're new here. President Zhang is notoriously afraid of his wife. When he comes here to play, he never lets 'Princess Princess' come close and says his wife can smell perfume, ha ha ha ha ... "The man smiled halfway, suddenly holding his breath, looking at the beauty in Zhang Huai's arms in horror," Hey, hey, hey, bitch! "