Mr. Dior

"You go to that kind of place, why don't you come and tell me?" Back at the apartment, Jiao Qi threw his suit jacket on the sofa, grabbed Lao Gong's tie and questioned.

The president was dragged crookedly by him, he lowered his head, and smacked his little wife's lips, "Where am I going, why should I report to you?" Go to the bedroom.

"Zhang Diao, how many things are you hiding from me?" Jiao Qi was thrown on the bed, Gulu got up, and was suppressed back again.

"Oh, of course there are, but why should I tell you." The president sneered, how could he tell this heartless commercial spy about the big secret in his heart.

Jiao Qi endured and endured, before he could barely restrain the urge to slap his mouth, "I knew you didn't dare to say it, maybe I'm a commercial spy, you are really incompetent!"

"Hmph, you want to use aggressive methods to get me to tell the secret," the president pulled off the shirt of the little wife with a grim expression, "I won't be fooled! How could I tell you that I love you so much that my heart hurts, I want to be with you forever, even if it's just for money."

Jiao Qi was really stunned by the sudden confession, he just let Zhang Diao suck and bite on his body in a daze, he came back to his senses after a while, and hugged him, "For the sake of your going to the nightclub, you didn't cheat , I'll spare you for the time being... um..."

The next day, the president opened his eyes in a daze, feeling a headache, grinning and rubbing his temples, unable to remember what happened yesterday.Feeling the warm body in his arms, he hugged him habitually, looking down at his little wife's shoulders covered with hickey marks, he was very surprised.

Both of them are decent high-end people, and they will be extra careful when going to bed, trying not to leave obvious marks on each other, so as to avoid embarrassment when going out, which has also made their bed exercises dull and boring in recent years.Why is it so intense today?

"Well, slow down..."

"Oh, that's not enough!"

"Take it easy, it hurts..."

"Remember, this is the feeling I give you, no one can make you so happy except me!"

"To shut up!"

Last night's shameful lines rushed into the CEO's messy head like a rising tide.The CEO sat up abruptly, his face turning blue and turning white.

God, what has he been doing these two days!

He took Jiao Qi to the nightclub wow!

He brags that he has many lovers wow!

He brought Jiao Qi to the company office to play wow!

God!This is the rhythm of divorce!

Jiao Qi snorted softly, rubbed himself on the pillow, and opened his eyes tiredly. The two days of tossing and tossing made him a little overwhelmed.Climbing on Lao Gong's waist, he got up, nestled into his arms and yawned, "Why are you sitting up, Mr. President?"

Mr. President's back became even stiffer. He tried hard to find his voice, and said in the most evil tone possible: "You still have the strength to joke, it seems that you didn't learn enough lessons last night." He hugged him tightly so that he could lean more comfortably.

Jiao Qi raised his eyebrows, "Yo, remember?"

"What, what..." The CEO stuttered.

"Hehe, the domineering president's upper body can't control the strength so well," Jiao Qi patted the big hand on his waist, narrowing his eyes dangerously, "Which account should we settle first? Why don't you talk about it first, you What lover did you bring to the company, Dior? Mr. Zhang?"

"Boom!" The CEO threw the little wife in his arms back on the bed, moved away a little expressionlessly, turned around, and poked his head into the pile of pillows, pretending to be dead.

"Can you avoid being beaten by pretending to be dead?"

"I swear by my name, I have never done anything to be sorry to you!"

"Your name has credit value?"

"Ouch!"

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