Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 10: (3)

This loud voice attracted several servants.

The new girl Jing Jing, who knew nothing about the villa, was frightened by the scene in front of her.

"Come with me." Zhang Chenzhen took a deep breath and grabbed Jiao Qi's wrist and dragged upstairs.

"I'm not going, I want to eat." Jiao Qi shook his hand, didn't eat lunch, and ate some snacks in the afternoon, deliberately accounted for the kitchen's early dinner in the evening. At this moment, you are dizzy and hungry, so don't toss with Zhang Dazhen.

"Do you dare to disobey my order!" The adult president was out of anger, and encircled the small substitute with one arm in disguise, and dragged upstairs.

Jing Jing whispered to the other servants, "It turns out that the life of the wealthy is not so easy."

Others, including the girl, the guy, and the aunt, looked at this scene with disbelief, thinking how suddenly Mr. Zhang was fat, and he dared to treat Mr. Jiao like that.

Jiao Qi already had a stomachache and couldn't stand it. He was forced to pull it up, and immediately frowned, his face also became very poor: "Don't move, I feel bad."

The voice is very low, even lower than usual, the people around can hardly hear, but Zhang Chenyi just heard it. This sentence seemed to have magic power, and instantly fixed the fire-breathing dragon.

"What's wrong?" The president loosened Xiaojiao's wife, and saw him slowly bend down while covering his stomach, quickly hugged the person to sit back on the sofa, and touched the pale face. substance.

"Yanyan's stomach is not good. I can't remember eating." Zhang Chenzhuang hugged him and put his warm big hand across his shirt to warm him up. He raised his head to the nearest Jingjing. Here, bring the stomach medicine in the first golden box from the left of the third row. "

"Good sir." Jingjing should come down, a little unsuited to the plot that changes too quickly, and looked at the little friends aggressively.

The girls, guys, and aunts all looked like "it really is" and smiled silently.

The steward brought a bowl of hot soup and a glass of warm water.

Zhang Chenxi dug a spoon to dig a piece of ointment and fed it to Jiao Qi's mouth.

Being watched by so many people, Jiao Qi was a little embarrassed, pinching the old attacker's wrist and saying he wanted to eat it by himself. But he avoided it and continued to feed hard.

"I said, you have to do what I said," stuffing the ointment into the mouth of the small stand-in, and there was a hint of contentment in the eyes of the president, and he whispered, "I never let me feed you, it's still you."

Jiao Qi was a little embarrassed, drinking warm water with his old attacker's hand, remembering that when he was sick and eating, this guy always tried to feed him. However, in the education that Jiao Qi received from childhood, he wanted to eat by himself without bothering others, so he rarely allowed someone to succeed.

After drinking the water, I got a tender kiss.

Having tasted a bit of bitterness on Xiao Jiao's wife's lips, Zhang Chenxi sighed secretly. This wicked little substitute, deliberately pretending to be weak, made him feel sorry, but he just ate this set, and when he saw this familiar face showing a painful expression, he felt bad.