Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 12: (5)

Jiao Qi felt that he couldn't get used to him like this anymore, otherwise he was even more stupid, and choked his chopsticks: "I don't eat, I don't like to eat salt and pepper ribs."

"Pop!" The president slaps the chopsticks on the table, and his face cools down immediately: "Dare you disobey my order!"

Jiao Qi ignored him, and left the table to find some snacks in the refrigerator. He went to the sofa and ate while processing the mail. He has a high work efficiency, and Basao's affairs have been dealt with during the day. At night, he only needs to check if there is an urgent mail.

Director Liang seemed to be working overtime and sent a new email three minutes ago. The anchor "Conscience fed the dog" has confirmed that the contract will not be renewed. The follow-up matters will be transferred to other departments tomorrow. The digging of the "Devil" has progressed. He will talk to the opposite party tomorrow.

Replying to a word of "OK", switching to Zhang Chenzheng's mailbox, Jiao Qi read Shiyan Technology's email again. Although he made the mistake of signing the wrong words during the day, there was no problem in handling the mail, which made him feel at ease.

I took a snack from the table and took a bite. The cold and hard taste was bad, so I had to take a sip of hot tea to warm it.

"Ding Dong!" A new message pops up from Zhinao, a video from Li Shuaihuan. It was a surveillance video of the venue. One of the people in the video was marked in red at the later stage. Looking closely, it was Gou Xin. It is normal for a game conference to be invited as a well-known game anchor.

The video showed that Gou Xin was talking to someone at the time, turned around and saw Zhang Chenzhang, and then came forward holding the glass. Before he walked in, Zhang Chenzhang was pulled behind the pillar by Gao Shiqing who suddenly came over. Gou Xin seemed to choke for a moment, followed up, and stood on the other side of the pillar.

That's it ...

Jiao Qi raised his eyebrows slightly and called Gao Shiqing.

The phone rang five times before it was answered: "Ah ... uh, Jiao, is there anything wrong?"

"Ah, yes, the minister and the two of us said something that day." Gao Shiqing shivered.

No need to ask, Jiao Qi knows what that guy said to others: "You didn't tell anyone?"

"How could such a thing be told to others!" Gao Shiqing immediately raised his pitch, immediately realized what he was about, and quickly shut up, his voice abruptly abruptly stopped.

Fortunately, Jiao Qi did not follow up. He simply hung up on the phone after saying "I know". Gao Shiqing stared at the black screen of the brain, scratched his head sadly, and sighed.

"Auntie, auntie, what do you call your name!" Mr. Gao had the honour to experience the "dual dilemma of loyalty and justice" of Liangshan heroes of the Song Dynasty in the 21st century, when science and technology were highly developed.

Jiao Qi hung up the phone, looking down and thinking, and picked up a piece of blueberry cake and brought it to his mouth. The sweet cream made him frown, and he had to put it back on the plate.

Before, Zhang Dazhen didn't cook all the time. After all, there were cooks and aunts at home, and sometimes they ate outside. But as long as he cooks, he must cook his favorite dishes, and even if he does n't add some soups and soups for his stomach, the main course is definitely his favorite.

Only then did I realize how much love was in the little bits that were not noticed before.

The angry president went to the balcony and smoked a cigarette, and came back to see Xiaojiao's wife grieved on the sofa, again distressed. In order to stutter his temper, it resembles his inflammation. On the face is still the lonely kaolin flower, but the mouth is slightly unconsciously pursed slightly. Ordinary people can't see it without careful distinguishing, only his everyday one can see it at a glance.

Three or two steps over, sat next to Xiaojiao's wife, tilted her head and pecked at the beautiful mouth: "What do you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

Jiao Qi turned his head to look at him, and pursed his lips and laughed. He used to like spicy food. For his stomach, Zhang Chenzheng would not allow him to eat. Every time he wanted to get angry, the guy came over and kissed him, making him lose his temper, and gradually he stopped eating.

"Hot Pot."

The goblin made such an excessive request, relying on him to look like Bai Yueguang. But the president is not an ordinary person. The man who controls the lifeblood of the global economy will never give up. He will surely make the beloved little substitute eat hot pot!

After half an hour, a clear soup pot was set up on the table.

The two large plates of snow-capped lamb were brought back by the former classmate Gao Shiqing for hunting, saying that they are rare and top-notch. They were shaved into mutton rolls by Zhang Dazhen. There is also a bowl of deer blood.

The dinner was so satisfying that the deer blood was a little dry.

It was a bit hot in September, and the villa was ridding at night in the suburbs, but the city center was still a hot island. The room was air-conditioned, and Jiaojiu rummaged in a warm goose down quilt. The outer layer of the pillow in the middle is velvet, which increases the degree of dryness. A few days after the truce, the body has already recovered its vitality, and was so excited by the deer's blood that he returned to his seventeen or eighteen-year-old state.

The old man and the old man were not too shy. Jiao Qi lay on the pillow and reached out and touched his old attacker.

"What?" Zhang Chenzheng apparently didn't fall asleep, grabbed that grogging hand and glared at him angrily.

"I'm a bit hot." Xiaojiao's wife threw the pillow away and got into the old attacking bed.

"..." The President looked at the small double in his arms with a complex look. To be honest, he is also very dry now. But such an active little stand-in was nothing like his scorching, which made him feel guilty of betraying the male god.

Jiao Qi didn't know what Zhang Dazhen was thinking about, and put his unhealthy body on the old attacker, and sighed comfortably.

Zhang Chenzhuang could not bear it, turned over and held the small stand-in, and laughed, "He is not as wavy as you."

"Oh!"

Jiao Qi kicked him and sat up. Even if you do not fulfill your husband and wife obligations, dare to say that he waves! He jumped off the ground angrily, put on slippers and walked to the bathroom, ready to solve it by himself, so that Mr. Auntie had nowhere to go.

After just two steps, he was stopped by the president and thrown back on the warm goose down quilt.

"Trouble me, and you want to run away?" Zhang Chenxi sneered, turning around and taking out a suit from where to throw it. "Put on this and I will feed you."

what? Jiao Qi grabbed the dress and immediately flushed. It wasn't an unusual outfit that was unseen, but a dark blue with yellow stripes, which was, to be more precise, the uniform of his high school alma mater.

The clothes are brand new, apparently made by the president for two days. In order to numb myself to take advantage of the small substitute, it can be said that it takes a lot of care.

"I don't wear it." Jiao Qi threw the clothes aside, and his toes stuck in the white duvet slightly curled up, shy pink.

"This can't be done by you," the president took out a cigar from the drawer without cutting it, so he put it in his mouth and put on the bully momentum, "If you don't wear it, I won't pay back your father! "

"......what?"

This terrier is unbearable.