Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 1: President's Million Bride (1)

President's Million Bride (1)

"Doctor, was there one of the wounded from the serial car accident that was called Zhang Da | 屌 ... 呸, Zhang Chen 扉?"

Jiao Qi ran into the Central Hospital with sweat, his suit jacket clutched in his hand was wrinkled and he didn't even realize it.

"In the emergency room, are you a family member? Pay the deposit first." The doctor on duty flipped through the record sheet.

"Mr. Jiao!" Secretary Yu Yuan turned his fat body and chased after him in a trembling step, snoring and pursing at the reception desk. Originally, he went out for entertainment with his president, and just shook a hand with the customer, he received a call from the hospital, saying that Jiao Qi's legal husband Zhang Chen had a car accident.

After three years with Jiao Qi, Yu Yuan saw his panic for the first time, his face pale and he left regardless of grabbing his jacket. He had to apologize to the client, and then ran 180 paces to catch up with his boss, and drove all the way to the hospital.

Jiao Qi threw a card to the secretary and turned around and walked to the emergency room.

Yu Yuan's fat man gasped for breath, smiled at the doctor on duty, and revealed two deep little pear vortexes: "Where do I pay?"

With dozens of beds in the emergency room, the blue sheets were full of dizziness, and Jiao Qi took a deep breath, looking for his hometown in the chaotic crowd.

Science and technology are advancing, and society is developing. Now that same-sex marriage is legal, he and Zhang Chenzhen have been married for seven years. These seven years have been sweet and sweet, without wind and waves, and never thought that "car accidents" would happen to the guy who told him to "comply with traffic regulations" every day.

In a serial car accident on the viaduct, more than 20 injured people were concentrated in this emergency room.

"Ah-it hurts me!"

"Quick, this is going to be operated immediately!"

"Doctor, help him quickly, oh ..."

The other patients were either surrounded by doctors or family members, and only their own old men sat alone. The tall body was stuffed on a small bed less than one meter wide, his head bowed, and a circle of gauze wrapped around his head looked pitiful.

Anyway, he didn't lack arms and legs, and Jiao Qi pinched his cold fingers, a little relieved.

"Are you okay?" Put your suit on Zhang Chenyu, who had two buttons on his shirt, and turned to call a doctor. Suddenly he was arrested and caught his wrist.

Zhang Chenzhen raised his head, there were a few abrasions on his face, and the gauze on his forehead exuded a large | red piece of red, but it did not hurt the handsomeness of this face. The deep black eyes reflected Jiao Qi's cold and indifferent face, smirking: "Why, are you happy to see me?"

"Alas! Zhangda | Alas, what the **** do you mean!" Jiao Qi shook off the hand that was holding him, trembling with anger. He was so scared when he heard that something happened. How could this person say such hurtful words?

Zhang Chenzhang raised his lips and laughed abnormally, like the metamorphosis in some crime movies. Of course, in some film and television works, he also called it "evil charm smile".

Hold Jiaoqi in his arms and hold it with one hand, holding his chin with one hand, and slowly speaking with that low and magnetic voice: "You are already my wife, as long as you obediently, the money your father owes me Will return for him. Remember my name, Dior Zhang. "