Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 31: (4)

Jiao Xi didn't dare to take the stubble, which caused the Wang, who was bankrupted every day, to say that it would be bad if Zhang Dazhen rushed against the demon king.

Recently, the popularity of Ms. Wang Mo has risen steadily, and she has become the most popular game anchor of Basho. Rijin's cash cow, can't let his old attacking blindly.

Seeing Xiaojiao's wife not speaking, Zhang Chenxi was obviously guilty, and she grabbed people and rubbed her arms: "Say, who is that surnamed King?"

"Where do I know, ask your son to go." Jiao Qi pushed him away and covered his head to sleep.

"You don't say, I have a way to get you to speak." The underworld godfather narrowed his eyes, said coldly, and got into Xiaojiao's wife's bed.

"Haha, bastard, ahha ... don't scratch your feet ..."

"Not to mention, then I can only treat you with the cruelest means." Zhang Dazhen raised his head from the quilt, straightened up, and untiedly untied the silk dragon-patterned robes. Uncle Wang is an excuse, he just finds a reason to punish this abominable little fugitive wife. If he dared to run away, he would have to pay the price and pay back the pain in his heart with the pain in his body.

Jiao Qi swallowed his mouth, and this shameful line made him have the illusion of acting in a pornographic film.

The underworld emperor took off his clothes and came again to pick up Xiaojiao's wife.

"Wang!" Guangzong saw his father as if he was shaving something, and jumped up in excitement, holding his little **** and pulling the Jiaoqi's belt particularly hard.

"..."

"..."

Zhang Chen held the dog's neck and raised Guangzong with one hand, facing a pair of pure and flawless black bean eyes.

The underworld godfather reminded himself with his little conscience that he could not do such things in the presence of children!

Therefore, because of the underworld's grandfather's face, Xiaojiao's wife escaped a "cruel **** cut".

Zhang Chenzhang stretched out a finger and poked at his son's little hairy ass. Sure enough, the child's childhood will affect the quality of his parents' night life. Tomorrow it is better to keep Guangzong out of the door, Yan ’s father Dior Zhang Ru decides.

The early morning of the villa area is very quiet, there is no hustle and bustle of the city, only the wind and birds from nature.

Zhang Chenye, who was full of sleep, slowly opened his eyes. The bed was empty and his son and his wife were missing. Yan Yan! Sit up suddenly, feel the position around you, there is still temperature, not far away!

On the tree-lined road in the morning light, Jiao Qi in a sportswear was running with little golden retriever. He usually attacked later than the old one and was woken up by the dog today. In the morning, Guangzong wanted to pee, but the dog's calf couldn't jump shortly, so he hummed around in bed.

Jiao Qi sleeps lightly and is easily awakened. As the sky was getting brighter, he took the little guy out to pee and exercised along the way. The previous tossing for six or seven days in a row made him deeply aware of the physical gap between him and Zhang Dazhen. For future life harmony, start running early.

"Jiao brother, do you also run?" A distant slab of meat ran and it was Gao Shiqing who also bought a villa here.

Although Gao Shiqing is a college classmate with Zhang Chenzhang, he went to school early, one year younger than the husband and wife. From the day he met Jiao Qi, he was called Jiao Ge.