Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 45: (3)

Father Jiao's eyes widened gradually, and he pointed at Zhang Chenxi with a stupid voice: "You, what do you say?"

Jiao Qi hurried to Zhang Chenxuan and told him to stop talking: "Dad, he drank too much, ignore him." Then he pushed Zhang Chenxuan into the car.

However, Lord Jin could not understand the mood of Xiaojiao's wife at this moment. Standing in the same place as the sea **** needle, she reached out and took the little guy who jumped up and down into her arms, and touched it with pity: "Even if you find me in the future, don't be embarrassed Yan Yan ... oh! "

"Dad, let's go first." Severely stepped on the old attack, plugged people into the car before Dad pulled out his cane, stepped on the throttle and left.

In the rear view mirror, seeing Dad who finally reacted and started jumping, Jiao Qi had a headache and gave him a sympathetic glance at Zhang Dazhen on the co-driver.

"Why don't you let me talk to your father? I'm ready to persuade him."

"Shut up, you!" Jiao Qi stared at him squintingly.

"Hmm ..." He was scolded by the little wild cat, and Master Jin's godfather was not upset. He grabbed the hand resting on the joystick and rubbed it gently. "It's all here, what are you afraid of him doing? I am Your father. "

"Slap!" Master Jin slaps his arm again.

Today's children are really not good at discipline. They kick their noses on their faces and start to fight godfathers. Zhang Chen sighed and turned to look out the window. He found that the car was heading towards the city center, and frowned: "Where are you going? I said it was mine this weekend, and now I have to go back to the villa."

"Guangzong is still at home, pick it up." Going back to the villa was the happiest time for the dog, this time a week.

In the apartment, the aunt had just cleaned the room. Little Golden Retriever apparently had enough to eat and drink, and was drying his belly on the carpet in the living room. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he squatted to the foyer waiting for the host to enter.

"Shit!" Zhang Chenzhen reached out and picked up the puppy and raised it in front of Jiao Qi. "This is Xiaoxi brother. Come, call it brother."

"Wang!" Guangzong yelled in coordination, hoping to jump into Jiao Qi's arms.

Jiao Qi held the dog's head with one hand to prevent it from scurrying and gave Zhang Dayi a glance. This guy, when his father was addicted, he refused to lose his bag in front of the dog.

The family of three returned to the villa in the evening. Zhang Chenzhang parked his car outside the courtyard and threw the dog son down first. Guangzong didn't care about being treated like this by his father, and he ran into the yard happily and fluttered on the grass.

As soon as Jiao Qi got out of the car, Zhang Chenying covered his eyes: "What?"

"Shh-don't look at it first." Zhang Chen lingered behind Xiaojiao's wife, covered his eyes, and arched forward.

The world was in darkness, with warm big hands in front, and a powerful heartbeat behind it. Jiao Qi couldn't help but smile slightly, leaning on him to walk in. As soon as I stepped into the yard, I smelled the smell of barbecue.

"Superise!" Zhang Dazhen let go of his hand.

There is a large grill on the green grass, and the chefs at home are brushing the sauce. Not far away are park-themed white wooden tables and chairs, and balloon ribbons tied to the iron fence. The steward was wearing a tuxedo, with a ridiculous pointed hat tied to his head, and the servants had clown noses.