Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 69: (9)

Tropical islands are lazy in the early sun. Early seabirds bark at the beach and **** stranded shellfish shrimp.

Zhang Chenxi opened his eyes and looked around in confusion. At this time, it was bright, obviously not at home. Floor-to-ceiling windows clearly show where they are sitting, the blue sky, the mermaids return to the sea ...

Sit up suddenly, there was a layer of cold sweat on the back. Zhang Chenxi leaned sideways, touching her small sweet wife who was sleeping sweetly in the quilt, and she took a few breaths before coming back. It is too dangerous. What if one does not control and throws the flames into the deep water? Although he knew subconsciously that he could not be thrown in, what if?

This situation was a bit bad, Zhang Chen frowned and chopped his hair backwards. Compared to throwing Xiaojiao's wife into the sea, no spawning or leggings are enough to make him panic.

Jiao Qi rolled over and slowly opened his eyes.

Contrary to those beautiful eyes, Zhang Chenxuan also felt that it was worth panic about what spawning and leggings.

"You ..." Jiao Qi narrowed his eyes slightly at him.

"How can you do this?" Zhang Chenxian sued first and sat upright to educate Xiaojiao's wife. "Do you know how dangerous yesterday was! You can't get used to me because I'm sick. What if something happens?

Jiao Qi sat up slowly, leaned against the bed, and lifted his chin at the durian on the table: "Yes, I'm not used to you."

"Baby, want to eat durian?"

Ten minutes later, on the beach. Dark as a lifeguard poured out of asphalt, he watched with confusion as the rich who tried to murder her husband yesterday held a durian to run.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever been punished by a daughter-in-law?" Zhang Chen glared at the black charcoal.

The black charcoal lifeguard shrugged and didn't know much about the lives of rich people.

Jiao Qi had breakfast, wearing a white T-shirt, beach pants, sunglasses, and lying under a sunshade by the sea. A girl who came to the nearby villa for a walk saw it and whispered at him.

"It's so handsome. At first glance, it looks like Gao Fu is handsome." Unlike Zhang Chenzheng, who is not bad money, they are rewarded by the company. A dozen colleagues live in a big villa.

"Very ordinary T-shirts and shorts." The girl next to me was puzzled.

"Hey, you don't understand. This is called low-key luxury. Just the mediocre short sleeves are worth more than you."

"Then we want to say hello, it also looks like a Chinese. Maybe, hehe hehe ..."

"Sorry, he already has a master." A low, sweet voice came from behind. The girls were startled and looked back, and saw Zhang Chenzhang holding the durian standing behind them with a smile.

The world seemed to stand still for a few seconds, and the sound of ears and waves roared.

"... Zhang, Zhang Chenyi?"

"My dear father, my God!" The little girl was so excited that she called out her nickname.

When he was recognized, Zhang Chenxie raised an eyebrow and gave them the durian in his hand: "Don't bother him, please eat durian."

A few girls nodded hard, and the stars watched Zhang Chenzhen step by step towards the parasol.

"Ah, ah, I'm not dreaming? My father Chen gave me durian, oh! This durian must be a huge fortune, let's not eat it, go back and provide it!" Because they haven't gone far, the girls can only restrain their whispers call.