Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 29: (2)

"You are," Jiao Qi looked up and down uncertainly, "Dior ... Zhang?"

"It turns out you still remember my name." Zhang Chenchen laughed at himself and looked down at his son in his arms. Xiao Jinmao just got an injection and was still angry. He smelled the familiar taste. He immediately picked up his clothes and stood up, humming.

The first time I met, I was so close to myself that blood was really a wonderful thing.

"I took the child away. If you don't want to be separated from your son, go with me obediently." After saying this, Zhang Chenxi regretted it a bit. He obviously practiced many times, and when he saw him again, he must speak well, but then he turned into a threat.

No way, as the underworld godfather in the Asia-Pacific region, the cold-blooded emperor of the dark night is only used to cold intimidation and cannot show tenderness. What a bad reunion.

After saying that the exit can no longer be recovered, the president turned ruthlessly, and walked firmly in the autumn breeze, without looking back at the man who let him dream.

"..." Jiao Qi was helpless, followed Zhang Dazhen to the parking place, knocked on the brain and asked Annie what this setting was.

Annie: "According to the line just now,‘ this look is my species ’, the search results are as follows,

"President wife runs with the ball"

"Talented Baby Mummy"

"One Night Wrong Love: Evil Little Chase His Wife 99 Times"

"Gold Medal Mediation: The Neighbor Breaks His Head, Caused by a Bag of Corn Seeds"

Intellect does not have this level of analytical ability. It is recommended that you judge based on actual conditions. "

Definitely not corn seeds. If it is a rural program, Zhang Dazhen will not be called Dior Zhang, and should be called Zhang Dazhu.

Jiao Qi closed the intellectual brain interface with a headache, sat on the co-pilot, and fastened his seat belt by himself. The door clicked and locked automatically, and a small golden retriever was suddenly stuck in her arms.

"You hug your son, I drive." Zhang Chen hurriedly tossed the dog to Xiaojiao's wife and observed his every move with Yu Guang. Seeing that he gently adjusted the little guy's posture, let Guangzong lie on his lap and sleep well, his apex couldn't help but soften.

The greedy gaze traced the outline of the man from head to toe. Obviously a child who has had a child, it looks the same as when he was a teenager, but with a little more mature temperament, it is even more attractive.

"Why do you think he is a son? This is obviously a dog." Jiao Qi still doesn't understand what this script is. There is no such thing as a dog son in the president's article.

Zhang Chenzheng lay on the steering wheel with one hand, looked at the small fur ball in Jiao Qi's arms, and said in a low tone: "Our family has a special bloodline and we are all dogs in our childhood. I was a husky when I was a kid. I signed a contract with you to have children, and It ’s for confidentiality. I did n’t expect you to run away ... ”

The knuckle fingers clenched the steering wheel tightly, restraining the pain in the heart. Before he had time to tell Jiao Qi clearly, he fled, and he didn't know how to spend outside these years. Under normal circumstances, a dog must be terrified. He is a man and must be helpless. But he was so kind, he didn't throw it away as a monster, and he tried his best to raise it.

"Ah, no, you wait," Jiao Qi stunned and prevented Zhang Chenyu from explaining the script. "You said, what was it when you were young?"

"Huskies," said the underworld godfather very seriously.

"... Ha?" Jiao Qi didn't know what to say. The plot of the last ABO continued here? The problem is that this is his Hu Hu, Zhang Dazhen used the new script ... I dare not set it up for him in the future.

On the way back to the villa, Mr. Jiao used the negotiating speech to set Zhang Dazhen's words and roughly understood the world view of this guy.

Gangsters, countless younger brothers, black and white, and turmoil.

Alright, alright.

The villa on Friday evening was ready to welcome the two hosts. The setting sun gilded the yard's lawn, the housekeeper in a gentleman's suit and white gloves, opened the door for Jiao Qi with a smile.

"Wang!" The first time he came to the villa, Zhang Guangzong's child stood in Jiao Qi's arms and looked left and right excitedly, kicking his legs to play.

Jiao Xi put the little golden retriever on the lawn and let it spread.

"Wow!" The little boy ran up in excitement as soon as he landed, bouncing.

"He is my son. Take good care of him." Zhang Chenxuan grabbed Xiaojiao's wife who tried to leave his sight and turned to explain to the housekeeper.

"The aunt has explained to me over there, the food has been prepared for a long time, and the place to sleep has been prepared." The housekeeper pointed to the beautiful cabin on the lawn.

Zhang Chenzhang gave a glance at the dog son who dug the worm, and took Jiao Qi's hand into the house.

"You also saw that the child is very happy here. As long as you stay with me obediently, Guangzong is the prince of the underworld in the Asia-Pacific region." Zhang Chenzhang came up with a cigar, but he did not cut it, but just held it in his mouth.

"I don't think Guangzong wants to be a prince of underworld." Jiao Qi twitched.

"You can't make a decision for him." Zhang Chenzhen threw a cigar, dragged Xiaojiao's wife into his arms, and gently stroked his fair, handsome face. The simple and confused wife does not understand what Prince Underworld means, but it doesn't matter, he still has a lot of time to let him know.

Take out the silver cigar cutter, shove it into Xiaojiao's wife, and let him cut the cigar for himself.

"Cut a cigar, Zhang Dazhen, you can handle it, right?" Jiao Qi threw the cigar cutter back into the drawer and raised his eyebrows at him.

In the early years, Zhang Chenzhang learned to smoke cigars with those business partners, but it was too powerful and hurtful. Jiao Qi did not allow him to smoke, so he gave up. Nowadays, cigarettes are rarely touched, and only one or two cigarettes are occasionally smoked.

After hearing this, Zhang Chenzhen spit out the cigar in his mouth.

"Good." Jiao Qi patted his dog's head, got up to change clothes, and was suddenly caught by Zhang Chenzheng, and pressed to the sofa.

"Do you want to leave after dialing?" Zhang Chenzhu looked down at him, with depressive pain in his eyes, "I finally found you, I will never repeat the mistake of a few years ago, and let you escape!"

The marriage was originally a contract signed to give birth to a child, but he damned. And this abhorrent man suddenly left after he was tempted.

"Don't think you are really irreplaceable. A large number of men are willing to have children for me. If other children are born, Guangzong's status will be at stake."