Mr. Dior

Jiao Qi followed Zhang Dadao and stared at him for a whole day, and was surprised to find that although the CEO had a cognitive bias in dealing with the relationship between the two, he had no major problems in handling the company's affairs, so he couldn't help but relax. tone.

After eating out at night and returning home, the president still insisted on driving by himself, Jiao Qi connected his brain to the car navigation system, and pointed out the location of the apartment on the virtual screen: "Go here, I have to go to work tomorrow , it’s too far to go back to the villa.”

"Hehe," the president came over with a smile, pinched his little wife's chin and licked it, "Honey, you're going home so early, are you impatient to fulfill your obligations?"

Jiao Qi blushed, "Then where are you going?"

"A place for recreation." The president raised his eyebrows mysteriously, and turned the steering wheel to the right to go out.

Zhinao's communicator rang, and Jiao Xi answered it in earphone mode, and a private doctor's voice came from it: "According to the medical records you sent, we judge that Mr. Zhang has mental brain disorder syndrome. What did the brain display at the last moment?"

Jiao Qi frowned. The car accident did damage Zhang Diao's brain, and he is currently returning to the factory for repairs. He turned his head to look at the evil and crazy old Gong, and said lightly, "It's probably... wife."

Doctor: "...OK, it shouldn't be serious, it will recover on its own in a few days, so you don't have to worry too much."

After hanging up the communication, Jiao Qi looked at the scenery outside the window, his expression changed, "Here..."

The lights are bright and the music is loud. This is a very famous nightclub with wine and beauties.

Seeing Lao Gong's familiarity, Jiao Qi gradually narrowed his eyes. As a CEO, Zhang Dadao would often come home late, but he would report to him in advance where he was going.But those whereabouts never included this nightclub.

The heart that had been kept warm for seven years in the marriage suddenly fell into the ice cave and was painfully frozen.

"Call some pretty ones over here." The president ordered loudly, but his eyes remained on the pale face of his little wife, and he raised his hand to wrap her in his arms, "Why, are you scared?" He reached into Jiao Qi's shirt and rubbed it.

Two enchantingly dressed boys came over with wine, Jiao Qi squeezed that big warm hand, and pulled it out bitterly, "Don't touch me." Thinking that this hand had touched these wine seller boys before, he couldn't help it. Felt nauseous.

"Hehe, Brother Zhang, why did you eat meat instead today!" A well-dressed man staggered over with a red skirt woman in his arms, and said with a smile, "Aren't you afraid of the little wife at home?"

"What kind of little wife?" the red skirt girl asked curiously.

"Honey, you're new here. I don't know. This Mr. Zhang is notoriously afraid of his wife. He never lets the 'wine princess' get close to him when he comes here to play. He says his wife can smell the perfume, hahahaha... hiccup !" The man laughed halfway, then suddenly choked, and looked at the beauty in Mr. Zhang's arms in horror, "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, sister-in-law, sister-in-law!"

Jiao Qi raised his eyebrows slowly, and lay down in Lao Gong's arms again, "Mr. Wang, what a coincidence."

The president tightened his grip on his wife's hand instantly, gritted his teeth and said, "You really have colluded with Mrs. Wang."

"Huh?" Jiao Qi couldn't keep up with Lao Gong's train of thought.

"It's getting cold, it's time for the Wang family to go bankrupt." The president sipped his wine slowly, and said in an extremely cold tone.

"What, what?" Boss Wang, who was lying innocently on the gun, was dumbfounded.