Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 56: (5)

"..." I don't know if it can be sustainable, Jiao Qi only knows that he is continuing to get angry.

Xiaojiao's wife looked at Mr. Vampire's teeth with a light and light face, okay, don't do it if you don't, you won't die. He had vented during the day, and it was not serious. Zhang Dazhen is expected to have a long bag tomorrow.

Sure enough, the next morning, His Royal Highness had an itch on his head. Hiding in the hair is usually invisible, but it can be felt, and it hurts and itches very uncomfortable.

"Let me see." Jiao Qi stomped his old head and felt a small bump in the furry hair. The surface turned red. It was caused by the fire. Zhang Chenzheng, who is physically fit, is full of yang and qi, and after eating so much tonic, he is still unwilling to vent, so he falls into the trouble of adolescent long bag.

I found some ointment for external use in the medicine box and applied some antipruritic to him, and persuaded him to drink herbal tea. Yet Mr. Vampire insisted it was burned by the sun.

"It's still too big, even if I am strong, I can't defeat the natural enemy of the sun." Worried that I would become alopecia areata when exposed to the sun, Zhang Chenyi went out and put on a jazz hat, and reopened his **** umbrella.

Jiao Qi couldn't control him, so he could only go: "I'm going to plantain today, I won't go to Shijie with you."

Zhang Chenxian frowned. He didn't want to agree, but when he saw Xiaojiao's wife pouting slightly because she was unhappy, she compromised: "Okay, but I have to reply every hour to let me know you Is safe. "

Every hour ... Barely, Jiao Qi nodded and agreed. Zhang Dazhen used to worry about blindness, and was nervous after not receiving news from him for a certain period of time. Later, he slowly developed a habit of telling the old attacker where to go first, and he would tell him about the time to go home for entertainment.

Now my head is broken and it gets worse, one for an hour.

Jiao Qi asked Annie to set a reminder and send a message to Zhang Dazhen every hour. I thought I could work with peace of mind that day, who knew that when I got the second one, a black jazz hat came out of the door.

"What are you doing? Didn't I send you a message?" The blue tendon on Jiao Qi's forehead almost stretched into a "well". This is not a vampire, is it the spirit behind him?

Zhang Chenzhang walked in with a briefcase, dragged the chair to Jiao Qi, and sighed in a frustrated tone: "Oh, my little sweetheart. I can't bear to leave you here alone, just this My anxiety will burn me to ashes, which is more terrible than the midday sun in midsummer. Do you know that I have carefully observed along the way just now, there is more than one blood race in this building! "

"So?" Jiao Qi held his arm and watched him pull out a stack of documents and an ultra-thin computer from his briefcase like a good student carrying a schoolbag.

"Let's do the same table today," Mr. Dior winked playfully. "Do you need a vampire brother to do your homework?"

I have to say that such a vampire is cute and humorous. Jiao Qi just gave up that aura and was amused by him. Forget it.

However, the trouble is far more than that. Zhang Dazhen obediently began to make trouble after a long time working. He would drink tomato juice for a while and eat snacks for a while, as if he had really become a schoolboy. Fortunately, Yu Yuan's drawers are rich in grain, which can meet most of the needs of the boss, except ...

"I want to **** blood!"

"Oh!" A slap came to the back of his head, and he just reached the fire scorpion, and Zhang Chen screamed in pain.