Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 2: (2)

When this villa was bought, it was considered to be used for occasional parties, so it was a little bigger and a little bit, and there were a little more servants.

In the face of so many curious big eyes, Jiao Qi felt extremely shameful, covering his half of his face: "Noisy, you go." Before the onlookers disbanded in place, Zhang Chen was suddenly attacked. He carried it on his shoulders, causing him to exclaim.

Zhang Chenxuan opened his long legs, strode to the second floor, and slapped a hand on the struggling little Jiao's wife ass.

The steward left with the red-faced servants, the young man's interest, he is getting more and more difficult to understand.

"Butler, how do you prepare dinner?" They usually live in the city on weekdays without notice, and the kitchen does not prepare dinner for the host.

"Heat some porridge, wait for your wife to eat."

At one-and-a-half moment, the lady couldn't remember drinking porridge. When she went into the bedroom, she was thrown directly onto the big bed |.

The words are half stuck. The man was coming in, pulling the shirt button openly, exposing the smooth, attractive chest muscles, slowly licking the corner of his lower lip, his eyes full of real desire, dangerous and sexual.

In this scene, Jiao Qi's breathing is stagnation, and it has to be said that it is very tempting, but ...

The man he called Zhang Da | 屌 had a gauze wrapped around his head, and a piece of cotton wool was lined under the gauze, with that evil expression.

Looks silly! through! It's up!

Before Jiao Qi laughed, the man had ripped his clothes and reached out to tear him.

"Ah, no, wait a minute ..." The words were blocked between his lips and teeth, Jiao Qi struggled to push him

Zhang Chenxuan pinched Xiaojiao's wife's chin, forcing him to stare at him with those beautiful eyes, with a bit of cruelty: "Since you have married me, you must fulfill your husband and wife obligations and serve me well!"

He said coldly, pulling his slender legs apart.

"Don't say no, take a bath first ... you ... Mom ..." After many years of marriage, Jiao Qi managed to cultivate Zhang Da | 屌 into a good baby who bathed before and after, and suddenly returned to liberation, making him very uncomfortable. adapt.

"..."

"Asshole, tap ..."

"Please, please stop." The harsh tone seemed to be teasing the dying lamb.

"Are you stupid, how can you stop at this time?"

"..."

The president is distressed, and his young wife doesn't seem to be right. How about crying for mercy? What's going on with this guy who is so cool to fly!

In the past two years, because of the busy work, it is not easy to get together a day when both people are not tired and interested, and the number of bedtimes has been significantly reduced. And after living together for seven years, all the unlocking postures are unlocked, and there is nothing new.

Now, the sudden change in the style of the adult president with a broken brain has made this situation smooth and exciting. After tangling, the two hugged together and panted.

"You're not wearing a suit ..." Jiao Qi frowned, and felt a little unwell afterwards.

"Put on a sleeve?" As if he heard some big joke, Zhang Chenzhang sneered, stretched out his hand and pinched the soft butt, and said with a low, husky voice, "I see you You have n't figured out where you are now. You are here to pay your father's debt. This debt includes accompany me to bed, and also gives me a child. "