Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 55: (4)

The weak wife, who was unable to resist, was pressed by the vampire to **** a large amount of blood on the desk, and finally she could not help but fell weakly on the desk and gasped weakly.

His prince, full of food and drink, ignored the dying sacrifice and went to rinse his mouth first. Then he came back and hugged him off the table. Strangely, the **** little Jiao's wife didn't lose too much blood, but turned red all over.

Jiao Qi buried his face in Zhang Dazhen's arms and saw no face. He didn't make any compromises in the previous general script, and never expected to lose his forefront here at the vampire.

"Are you tired?" Zhang Chenxuan put the person on the sofa, took off his suit jacket and covered him. Just because I was so excited when I was sucking blood, I ripped off Xiao Jiao's wife's shirt.

Jiao Qi yawned. After doing such things, I will be a little sleepy, but this morning's sleep is a bit ridiculous.

"Sleep when you are tired," said His Highness Prince, who was satisfied, with an unusually good temper. He kissed the tender little sacrifices and took a nap blanket from the cupboard. "I'll call you when you eat."

Jiao Qi pulled a blanket over half his face and said, "No more in the office ..."

"This can't be guaranteed," I wanted to say that this was not a sacrifice, but the gentle aristocratic vampire would not scare the food, and Mr. Dior gently touched the face of Xiaojiao's wife. Everywhere is possible. Rest assured, this room is soundproofed. "

"..." Jiao Qi's fist hidden under the blanket was clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched, and repeated three times in this way, after all, he did not reach out to punch him. If you do n’t understand the guy with an unclear head, lie in the sofa, close your eyes, and sleep.

After sleeping for half an hour, I lost my energy. Jiao Qi opened his eyes and saw that the secretary was quietly communicating with Zhang Dayu using sign language.

"Cough ..." A slight cough signaled them to wake up, and the two of them immediately let go of their voices.

"Baby, you are awake."

"Then I'll go out then." The secretary put down a paper bag, nodded to Jiao Qi, and left the office, gently bringing the door.

There is no doubt another new shirt in the paper bag. Since Zhang Dazheng became ill, Jiaoqi's expensive shirts have become disposable products, and on average they will be scrapped in two days. Anyway, from the moment Zhang Dazhen asked the secretary to lock the door, there was no way to explain it. Jiao Qi broke the jar and put on a new shirt, and sat back at the table to continue working.

In the afternoon, there was a high-level meeting in Shijiu, and Zhang Chenyi was going to the top floor for a meeting. Jiao Qi took a look at the meeting plan, and as long as four hours, he proposed to go back to plantain. Today Basho also has a project meeting.

"No, you go to the top with me." I tasted the delicious prince. I didn't want to let go for a moment. I just wanted to put a small dessert in my pocket, and I took it out and licked it.

"I won't go." At present, it seems that this script does not affect Zhang Dazhen's decision-making ability, and Jiao Qi does not need to stare at all. Two people wasting four hours doing the same thing is not in line with Jiao's principle of efficiency.

"It's OK if you don't go, but you can't leave this office," Zhang Chendi made a concession for a while, "If I came back halfway and found that you were gone, go to the Banana Blood Festival for everyone!"

"……Got it."

Although he didn't know how the prince would sacrifice his employees in blood, Jiao Qi did not leave obediently. Controlling that conference is not particularly important. You can video remotely, and you open video access directly in the office.