Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 30: (3)

A large number of men have children for you?

Jiao Qi raised his eyebrows slightly and squeezed the face of Mr. Godfather: "Really? Who will give you this Husky child?"

"Is there any man I want Zhang Chenyi to come to?" The underworld emperor thought it was his little wife's negation of his charm. "Let ’s say nothing, but the Li family always wanted to send my young son to warm me. "

Li family, younger son, isn't that handsome Li?

Jiao Qi was stunned.

Watching Xiaojiao's wife's eyes widen gradually, Mr. Dior regretted it again, how could he always say the wrong thing! At first, it was because he gave Li Shuai a game test account that caused Jiao Misunderstanding to leave his child. In fact, the account of Li Shuai was just to warn him to keep him away from his little Jiao wife who was simply cheating.

"I think ... the Li family shouldn't have that meaning." Jiao Qi said weakly, and sent Li Shuai to Zhang Dazhen to warm the bed.

"No matter what they mean, I have rejected it."

"Well, I won't run, let me go upstairs to take a bath and change clothes, a dog hair," Jiao Qi pushed away his old attack, the dog hair on the shirt has been dyed on Zhang Dazhen, the light golden hair is on the black The shirt is particularly prominent, "You can also change one."

"Are you inviting me to help you change your clothes?" Zhang Chenchen stood up, grabbed Xiaojiao's wife's waist, and bit his ear gently. "I'm not by your side these days, isn't it empty?"

Not empty at all, almost kidney deficiency in the previous two days.

There was no way to say this. Jiao Qi gently said, "You don't want to change, don't go to the table for dinner", and went upstairs alone.

After thinking about it, Zhang Dazheng went to change a silk pajamas with dragon pattern in line with the identity of the underworld, and pacing into the yard with his hands on his back. Silk doesn't stick to hair, so you can hug your dog son as much as you like.

The sun was gradually setting, and the glass path in the yard turned on the ground lights, which brightened the garden. Little Golden Retriever chased the ball given by the housekeeper Grandpa and ran happily on the grass.

"Guangzong, come to Dad." Zhang Chenxuan clawed at the eldest son.

When the little dog heard his name, he immediately ran over with a small ball, put the ball at his father's feet, and waved his tail at him.

Zhang Chenxuan held up the little golden retriever, and saw the dog's paw covered with dirt, and immediately frowned. He remembered Xiaojiao's wife had cleanliness, especially at the dining table, turned around and explained to the housekeeper: "Wash clean and hold it to the table."

"Okay," the steward took the Master Zhangjia with a smile, "Go, the steward takes you to wash your claws."

At dinner time, Zhang Guangzong, who had washed his claws, was able to make it on the baby's chair and have dinner with the two dads.

Zhang Chenzheng sits at one end of the long table, which is also the position of the owner. Jiao Qi sat on his right-hand side-the main mother, and Guangzong sat on his left-hand side-the eldest son. The century-old underworld family is very particular about rules.

The maid began to serve, first serving the soup before the meal. Each person had a white porcelain soup cup, and the little golden retriever was a small bowl of milk.

Guangzong did not learn the dining etiquette of the underworld family, licked the small bowl and began to lick, and his mouth was full of milk stains.