Mr. Dior

"After testing, your husband's functions are all right, but his perception of himself and the world has gone wrong. We don't know how to treat him at the moment. Why don't you take it home and observe it first?" The doctor said with a look on his face. Said helplessly.

"Is that okay?" Jiao Qi looked at Lao Gong who was not smiling evilly, and seriously suspected that his facial nerves were damaged.

As soon as he walked to the side of his car, Jiao Qi was pushed down on the co-pilot by Lao Gong, fastened his seat belt tightly, and slammed on the car seat, "Heh, do you want to take the opportunity to escape?"

"Run with your sister! I'll drive!" Jiao Qi raised his hand to unbuckle his seat belt, but the CEO tightly grasped his wrist and kissed him involuntarily.This kiss was different from the past, with [-]% enthusiasm and domineering, which made Jiao Qi feel a little confused and forgot to resist for a while.

"Man, don't provoke me, you can't bear my anger." The president smiled evilly, wiped off the water stains on his daughter-in-law's lips with his thumb, closed the car door gracefully, and sat coquettishly in the rhythm of the night wind. into the cab.

"You...where are you going?" Jiao Qi looked at him suspiciously.

The president glanced at him, stepped on the accelerator without saying a word, and drifted away in an instant.They didn't go back to the apartment they lived in on weekdays, and drove directly to the luxury villa in the suburbs.

There are housekeepers and servants in the villa, and when they heard the sound of the car, they immediately came to open the door, "Sir, you are back."

The president got out of the car, dragged his wife off the co-pilot, and hugged him forcefully: "From today on, she is my wife, you should call him Madam."

"Huh?" The butler looked confused. Hasn't it been called for seven years?

Jiao Qi felt extremely ashamed, covered half of his face and said, "You're just kidding, go ahead." Before he could finish speaking, he was carried on the shoulder by the CEO, causing him to cry out in surprise.

The butler left with the red-faced servants, shaking his head as he walked, the old man was getting more and more unable to keep up with the little fun of young people.

The president walked straight up to the bedroom on the second floor with long legs, threw him on the bed, unbuttoned his shirt angrily, his eyes were full of real desire.

Jiao Qi propped himself up and squinted at his own Lao Gong. To be honest, this action of unbuttoning was quite attractive.But the problem is, the person doing the action still has a gauze wrapped around his head, and with that evil expression, he looks stupid.However, before he could laugh out loud, the man had already attached himself and pinned him down.

"Hey, no, wait a minute, uh..." Jiao Qi's words were trapped between his lips and teeth.

"Since you are married to me, you have to fulfill your husband and wife obligations and take good care of me!" The president said coldly, pulling away those slender legs.

"I didn't say I wouldn't do it, you fucking take a shower first... hiss..." After years of marriage, Jiao Qi managed to raise Zhang Dadao to be a good baby who always takes a bath before and after. Suddenly returning to before liberation made him very uncomfortable.

"Asshole, take it easy!"

"Please, please stop."

"How can you stop at this time, are you stupid?"

"..."

The president is very distressed. Something seems wrong with his little wife. What about crying and begging for mercy?What's going on with this blissful guy in front of him!