Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 26: (11)

Regarding this old man who traded his son for family prosperity, the Marshal of the Empire naturally opened the door without fear.

In the high-level apartment, the doorbell opens the door of the building on the first floor. When the visitors arrive on the elevator, the host must confirm it to reach the designated floor.

Jiao Qi opened the blanket and ran over. The display screen had been switched to the elevator. He quickly grasped the old attacker's arm and explained, "My dad is here in a while. Don't say anything about pregnancy."

"Why?" Zhang Chenzheng didn't know why.

Omega's pregnancy is something to celebrate, and it should be known to the world. Does Jiao worry that his father threatens himself with a child after he knows it? It's not impossible to think about it. Depending on the old man's greed, maybe the pregnant son was locked up and the Marshal of the Empire could be replaced by the army.

Jiao Qi didn't know that Zhang Dazhen had turned a few more turns in his mind, and was racking his brains to think about the reason, knocking on the brain: "Annie, is there any reason for the husband not to tell others about his wife's pregnancy?"

Reliable Annie quickly searched: "You can use feudal superstition, you can't say that you are less than three months pregnant."

witty!

"Cough, you can't say it to outsiders in the first three months of pregnancy, it's easy to keep it." Jiao Qi stiffly read the words on the virtual screen of Zhinao.

Zhang Chenyi was surprised: "Do you treat your father as an outsider?"

"Uh, this ..." Why is this guy so focused? What should I say?

Before Jiao Qi came up with a reason, Zhang Dazhen overwhelmed himself: "Yes, he trades you for resources, not a good father, he is an outsider!"

Jiao Qi: "..."

It turned out that this time it wasn't due to gambling debts, was it a change of resources to save Jiao family? If my father heard this, it would be better to be pregnant.

However, it was too late to explain that the elevator had brought Jiao Dad to the door.

I heard that my son didn't go to work for a week or travel, so Jiao Zuoren came to see what was going on. He didn't think there was anything, such an eldest son would arrange it by himself and couldn't bear the urging of his mother.

After learning about this situation, Miao Jiao, who was filming in other places, insisted that his son was ill. He scolded Dao Jiao and asked him to take a look.

The elevator is one by one, and the door is preset to open. Zhang Chenzhang picked up the fragile wife and put it back on the sofa and covered the blanket: "Don't run around, I'll get you what you want."

When Mr. Jiao entered the door, he saw this scene. His unhealthy son leaned softly on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, and his daughter-in-law carefully covered him with a blanket like taking care of the seriously ill. Zhang Chenye, always eager to hear him enter the door, didn't even say hello, and remembered to get juice from Jiao Qi.

Sure enough, I was sick.

Smelly boy is really rude.

It really didn't say to my family.

Laozhang's heart is quite complicated, and he finally turned into a dry cough: "Huh!"

"Dad, why are you here?" Jiao Qi took the glass from the old tap and took a sip of juice.

"How come this is, your face is so bad?" Jiao Zuoren came over and sat down on the single sofa. His eyes were on his son, but he asked Zhang Chenxuan. His son was not sensible. Didn't the boy know how to call?