Mr. Dior

"Who are you?" Jiao Qi looked at him expressionlessly.

"Remember the name with the most beautiful syllables in the world," the man smiled lowly, and gently kissed the boy's earlobe, "Dior Nicholas Zhang."

"..." Why is there an extra middle name this time?After knocking on the brain, Annie said that she didn't know the real meaning of the name, and it was probably a nonsense.But since there are "the king" and "food", it should be some kind of novelty-hunting script.

The off-duty Basho employees are no strangers to the two bosses showing affection, but they don't know what it means to hold an umbrella. "Kach", the employees dared not take pictures, but some passers-by couldn't help but raised their mobile phones.The flash caught Monsieur Dior in the eye, which displeased him.

"Looking for death!" Zhang Chenfei narrowed his eyes, a stupid human dared to shake him with bright light.

Jiao Qi stopped Zhang Dadao who was about to rush over, and raised his hand to signal the security to deal with it, while he dragged this western-style Mr. Nicholas into the car.

For the first time this time, Zhang Chenfei did not choose the driver's seat, but elegantly put away his big black umbrella and sat in the co-pilot.

"May I ask, are you a nobleman?" Jiao Qi didn't rush to start the car, and took the time to question him.

"Of course, baby, you don't know me?" Zhang Chenfei was a little surprised. As the prince of the blood clan and the ruler of the dark night, there are still ignorant teenagers who don't know his name.Reaching out to touch Jiao Qi's soft hair, she told him her story.

Annie inquired in time: blood clan, western vampire setting.Afraid of the sun, survive by sucking human blood.

vampire……

Jiao Qi knew that there was no need for Annie to continue investigating.I was still playing the vampire game last night, so what can I say.Could it be that the script selection also has a realistic trigger mechanism?

His Royal Highness stroked the boy's soft hair, and smiled very charmingly.This poor little thing was used by his father as a sacrifice to pray to the devil, and offered to the blood prince as a blood slave.Fortunately, I am a gentle master and will not torture him too much.

"Starting today, you will be responsible for feeding me. If I don't have enough to eat, I may eat you. Now, take me home."

"Let's go eat first." The blood prince probably wouldn't cook for him, so he had to eat outside before going back.

The car stopped in front of a Chinese restaurant, and Jiao Qi looked at Zhang Diao who was about to open an umbrella two steps away and frowned: "Can't you not use an umbrella?" It's embarrassing to open an umbrella on a sunny day.

"Of course." Mr. Dior put away the umbrella and walked in holding the little slave's hand. "As a noble prince, I am not afraid of the sun. But the sun will burn my pale skin and reduce my beauty."

Jiao Qi looked at the hand that was two shades darker than his own in shock, and he didn't know where this person's face claimed to be pale and beautiful.

After finding a secluded place to sit down, Zhang Chenfei picked up the menu and ordered: "Mao Xue Wang, Duck Blood Vermicelli Soup, Blood Sausage Claypot Rice."

"..." Jiao Qi was very speechless, and ordered a plate of prawns with minced garlic.

"Okay, what's the taboo?" The waiter brother asked dutifully.

"No garlic, no garlic in any dish." Zhang Dacock said firmly.

"..." Shrimp with minced garlic don't need garlic, so how about some wool?Jiao Qi resisted the urge to get angry, "Forget it, let's use steamed sea bass instead."

After the waiter left, Zhang Chenfei said to Jiao Qi very seriously: "I hope you don't eat garlic from today, it will affect your taste and cause me to be poisoned."

Vampires are afraid of garlic and silverware, and low-level vampires may be killed by garlic.

"..."

After dinner, I went back to the apartment in the city center. As soon as I walked to the door, I heard the dog moaning excitedly inside.Zhang Chenfei took a step back: "What?"

"Guangzong." Jiao Xi opened the door, and the little golden retriever immediately rushed over, wagging its tail and rubbing against Zhang Diao's leg.

"Damn it, you actually raised a werewolf at home!" The blood prince angrily grabbed the pup on the ground, and looked at him evilly.The vampire and the werewolf had always been old enemies, and as his little vampire slave, he actually hid a werewolf cub, which was simply a crime.

"Woof!" The werewolf Guangzong was not annoyed by being carried by the back of the neck, and happily stuck out his tongue to lick his nose.

"Don't make trouble, it's just a golden retriever." Jiao Qi took the puppy away, motioned Zhang Chenfei to change his slippers, and went to pour out dog food for Guangzong himself.Auntie turned it over before she left, but the puppy is growing and eating too much, and now the rice bowl is empty.

His Royal Highness stood aside with great interest, watching the ignorant little blood slave feed the werewolf the way dogs were fed, and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I allow you to keep it." Pure, most likely a werewolf prince.It should be a very interesting thing to raise a werewolf prince into a dog that rolls on the ground.

Or to go one step further, he took action himself, turning the little thing into a vampire, making it an elegant vampire, and becoming his Dio Nicholas Zhang's son.The werewolves would probably be so angry that they would lose their hair and become bald, right?

The devil has plans in mind, but it doesn't matter.Now, as night fell, he needed to eat.

"Aren't you full yet?" Jiao Qi was very puzzled when he heard that Zhang Dacock wanted to eat. Just now, this guy ate most of the pot of Maoxuewang, a bowl of vermicelli, and the whole claypot rice. He's still hungry?

"Human food can only make me happy. What I need to fill my stomach is fresh blood." Zhang Chenfei squeezed into the bathroom, hugged the little slave who was taking a shower, and slowly licked the water droplets on his chin.

The water from the shower hit Zhang Chenfei's body, soaking his shirt.The white shirt became translucent, outlining the smooth muscles, half concealed but not concealed.

"Well... don't make trouble, I don't want it today." Somewhere that was overused still hurts, and he must rest for a few days, no matter how tempting Zhang Dacock is in front of him, he must resolutely push away.

"It's really ruthless." Mr. Dior leaned against the wall, wiped his lower lip with his thumb, and his eyes were deep.Really like a sexy vampire, luring ignorant teenagers into a dangerous trap.

"Take off your shirt quickly, it will freeze you for a while." Jiao Qi looked away, unmoved, and took off Zhang Dacock's clothes, washing Lao Gong along the way.

When Mr. Vampire came back to his senses, he found that he was blowing the hair of his little wife with a blower.The bath was over and the seduction was unsuccessful.Jiao Qi, on the other hand, was lying on the bed, using his brain to read the news.

The heat of Jiao's father's matter has subsided, and people can't tell if it's real or fake, so they don't bother to continue discussing it.It was because of Zhang Diao's magical touch that made the game popular.

Open the game interface, just saw the vampire he raised, Zhang Dacock turned off his brain.Throwing away the hair dryer, Mr. Dior smiled instead of anger: "How dare you look at other vampires in front of me."

"Ah?" Before Jiao Qi could react, he was picked up by Zhang Dadao, turned over, and thrown on the soft quilt.

"I think you need to understand that you are a sacrifice given to me by mortals. I want to enjoy it, and you have no right to refuse!" Zhang Chenfei said, pulling Jiao Qi's finger to sniff, nibble lightly, and said intoxicated , "Ah, what sweet virgin blood."

"I'm not a virgin." Jiao Qi watched his performance without changing his face.

"Ah, I was wrong, what sweet virgin blood." His Royal Highness corrected his mistake, smiled and kissed his lips.

"I'm not a virgin either." The little wife said indifferently.

"...well," the ruler of the night, not losing his grace due to being repeatedly interrupted, continued to sigh in a bard-like tone, "ah, what a sweet little bastard."