Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 6: (6)

Li Shuai is a rich second-generation. He also loved playing when he was young and ignorant. He often spent time with fox friends and dog friends, so he knows what the scene in front means.

He has a friend who likes playing pure schoolgirls. School girls often don't drink, and that friend's favorite is this link. Grasp the schoolgirl's face, poured a glass of red wine into it, watched her helplessly cough, the liquor squirted out of the nose and nose, and wet a large piece of clothes, the fox friends and dog friends would follow and coax, laughing.

This kind of trick that can only be used on the girl who accompanies the wine, he never thought that he would be used to abuse Jiao Qi by Zhang Chenzheng.

Jiao Qi is a wealthy second generation, rich and powerful. And Zhang Chenzheng, is a nobleman from a self-made mall. How can he, how dare he do this!

"Zhang Chenxun, what are you doing!" Li Shuai stepped up angrily, dragging Jiao Qi up.

Zhang Chenxuan's eyes suddenly cooled down, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of the teeth. "Okay, good, pulling in front of my face, huh?"

Jiao Qi had a headache, and patted Li Shuai's shoulder: "Handsome, it's all right, we're playing around."

"What a joke!" President Li hated pointing at the large wet mark, "you don't go out and play, you don't understand this, you know he's doing this ..."

"Enough!" The President's adult could not bear it, pulled Xiaojiao's wife back into her arms, and wrapped it tightly in a suit jacket. The soaked shirt was stuck to the body, and he could see the lines of muscles and small dots looming, and the man was embarrassed to point his fingers.

"I was holding my own, not what you think." Jiao Qi popped his head out of his suit, because the sip was just now, and the eyes were red. The little one crouched in the arms of the tyrant, looking extremely pathetic, but still trying to maintain the family's external image.

President Li gradually calmed down and sighed. They are husbands who have received a certificate. After all, it is a housework, and it is not easy to be an outsider. Quietly put down the two invitations, shaking his head and leaving. It turned out that there was a rumor in the circle that Zhang Chen's fear of his wife, a good man, etc. was all an illusion made by this scheming man.

The secretary came to close the door with a probe, saw the husband and wife who were like conjoined babies, glanced at his president's face as black as the bottom of the pot, and his chin hit the collarbone instantly: "Sorry, sorry for the president, I thought that President Li had just walked for another minute It should be okay to return, so I didn't knock on the door ... "

"Go out!" Zhang Chenzheng's voice was full of Martians.

"Oh!" The door closed, and the room was quiet, leaving only the sound of each other's breathing.

Scrap another new shirt. Jiao Qi pushed away Zhang Da, who hugged him tightly, and twisted the wet cloth on his chest, which was a pity. This high-grade material cannot be washed off with red wine.

"Ding Diao" Zhinao came in with new news, Jiao Qi opened it, and the content of the incoming message was displayed on the virtual screen.

[Shandong Li: If you need help, remember to speak. 】

"..." This is treating him as a domesticated woman and Jiao Qi drew his lips.