Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 38: (11)

This guy hasn't been hit at all ...

Seeing the words on the note, Jiao Qi remembered that he spilled KY a basin of water. At that time, KY played and sang underneath, the lyrics were straightforward and explicit, and there were many classmates cheering.

Jiao Qi didn't know if this was still a "romantic" category in the eyes of the Mi people, he only felt "offended". With all the people calling, he took a basin of cold water, and "Hula" poured KY in a cool heart.

The classmates joking around for a moment and started laughing. The courtiers who want to see the whole process are also deeply remembered. No wonder the first thing after recognizing KY today is to splash his water.

Back in the bedroom, Zhang Chenzheng was watching the movie with his mind seriously. Jiao Qiao took a look at it, turned out to be the underworld film of the last century.

...

"My brother, but he has killed people." The underworld brother in a suit and shoes patted the fierce younger brother around him.

"Haha, Brother Long, you have something to say, you have something to say."

"Dad to embarrass my woman, don't you want to go out?"

...

"Don't read it, learn something, you." Jiao Qi raised his hand and closed the interface of Louis XIV.

"Do you know what happened to the last person who closed my movie?" The underworld father frowned, and was very displeased.

"Well, how's it going?" Xiaojiao's wife was not afraid at all, but leaned boldly against him, using the night king as a black pillow.

Jiao Qiwo in the arms of the old attack, sent the other two premiere tickets out, and quickly got a reply.

[Art Devil: Thank you, boss, I must be on time! Can I take someone other than plantain? 】

[Jiao Qi: Yes, you have control of your own, don't make a scandal just fine. 】

[Art Demon King: Definitely not, I have to rely on my girlfriend for dinner. 】

Recently, Banana has focused on supporting the Demon King, and this guy has been fighting for himself, and the topic has been good. Wang Mo is now mixing the live network red circle, which can be reported by the mainstream media to instantly improve the rigid style, but also reminds him of the difference between him and other anchors-he is a full-fledged world champion.

There is also a world champion in his own house. Jiao Qi couldn't help but bend his mouth, and was about to reply, and suddenly he was turned over by Zhang Dazhen.

"You're getting more and more fat," Zhang Chenchen pinched his wrists and pressed it on the pillow, whispering his tender white ears, "No one dares to shut down my movie except you. You pedal Face on nose, how can I punish you, eh? "

"Hmm ... am I throwing them to the Pacific to feed sharks?" Itching came from the tip of his ears, and Jiao Qi shrank his neck.

"Feeding sharks, it's too cheap for you. You should feed huskies like this disobedient little thing."

"What husky ... ah ..."

Before Jiao Qi reacted to what Husky was, he was taken down and eaten by the underworld emperor Husky as a child.

"Wangwangwang!" That night, the underworld prince Guangzong failed to enter the room to sleep.

There was a red carpet at the premiere. The two got up in the morning to change their dresses and made simple and generous shapes, so they went to the scene.