MTL - Mr. Dior-Chapter 8 . The lover's stand-in lover (1)

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Jiao Qi snorted softly, snorted on the pillow, opened his eyes tiredly, and tossed for three days, making him a bit anxious. Climbing up the old attacker's waist, yawning into his arms: "How did you sit up, Master?"

The president's back is stiffer, trying to get back his voice, using the most wicked tone of voice: "You still have the energy to tell jokes, it seems you didn't have enough lessons last night." That being said, both hands are unconscious Hold people tightly to make him lean more comfortably.

Ok?

Jiao Qi looked up at him, his eyebrows gradually raised, and he was about to speak. A dull pain mixed with nausea came from the stomach. "His ..." Taking a cool breath, pushing away the old attacker's arm, curled back to bed.

Zhang Chen was startled and immediately forgot about the president's affairs: "What's wrong? Has your stomach hurt?"

"It's okay." Jiao Qi took a sigh of relief and waved his hands weakly.

He used to have a bad stomach. When he was just married, he often had stomach problems, and from time to time he had a cold sweat. For him, Zhang Chenyu went to school to cook soup and porridge, and he nourished the stomach, and basically never committed it again. But if you do n’t eat in time, or if you drink alcohol or eat spicy food, it will still be uncomfortable.

Did not eat again last night and drank on an empty stomach.

Zhang Chenxuan touched his pale face, distressed, and got out of bed to cook for him. Just put your feet in the slippers, and suddenly felt Jiao Qi staring at himself, without having to look back to know how suspicious eyes were.

Taking a deep breath, sculpting a strong shape, the evil charm turned back wildly, and shoved Xiaojiao's wife back into the bed: "Before I return, don't leave the bed."

After all, it was as if the emperor had ascended to the throne. Shining in the kitchen, rubbed his arm with a goose bump, and shook it in place. The lines I spoke just now are too shameful. When I say it, my claws are numb.

I haven't cooked for three days, and there is a desolate feeling at home. Fortunately, the aunt comes to clean and replenish dishes every day, and can open fire at any time. At this time, it is too late to make a complex soup. You can only use a rice cooker with a pressure device to quickly cook a pot of white porridge.

Throw the rice into the pan, calculate the inventory of the refrigerator, take out the materials that need to be thawed, and put them in the microwave. Everything is ready, and it takes half an hour for the porridge to be cooked. Then, pour a cup of warm water to find out the stomach medicines that have not been used for a long time.

This stomach medicine is creamy. Take it before meals.

Back upstairs, Jiao Qi had finished washing, but his body was too tired, and he lay back on the bed, lazily didn't want to move.

The air conditioner whistled against his back. Zhang Chenyi wanted to cover him, but the chief executive's staff couldn't collapse, and he coughed, slap in the round and ingenious place: "It's like ... ... heh, who are you trying to seduce, huh? "

Ahhhhh! Da | Mr. Ji grabbed the carpet twice with his toes.

Take a deep breath and grab Xiaojiao's wife, forcing him to take medicine.

Jiao Qi obediently took the medicine and allowed the president to take him back to the bed as a second-level disability: "Hey, remember?"

"Why ... what?" The president slipped under his feet, his words stuttering.

People who have been facing each other for seven years, knowing what kind of demon he is going to make, and hearing it from the first sentence of waking up Jiao Qi. His eyes narrowed dangerously: "Which account do you say we should calculate first? Let's talk first, what lover have you taken to the company, Mr. Dior Zhang?"

"Oh!" The president threw the little wife in her arms back to the bed, moved away a little expressionlessly, turned around, poked into the pile of pillows, pretended to be dead.

"Can you stop being beaten up?"

"I swear by name, I've never done anything wrong with you!"

"Does your name have credit? Zhang, big, oh!"

"Oh!"

Zhangda | 屌 The name has its origin.

At first, the two went on a blind date. They were in a quite French restaurant, and the candlelight was swaying. The young and handsome president handed in a black gold-gilded business card.

Minimalist industrial style design, with simple name and contact information, placed gently on the table. Jiao Qi reached out to pick it up, but the two knuckle fingers that pushed the business card did not leave, pressing firmly on the corner of the business card.

This was a vague hint, Jiao Qi looked up at him. I have to say that this gentleman is the most handsome blind date he has ever seen. His deep eyes are lit with candlelight, giving people the illusion of deep emotion.

The heart could not help but skip a beat, Jiao Qi looked down at the business card, the person still did not mean to let go, and had to slowly read it out. He has a little myopia, and the environment is dim and he can't get in front of him. He can only look around: "Zhang Ju ... 巨?"

This name is really shocking, so Jiao Qi is quite impressed. After going back, how can I never forget this man named "Da | 屌". Until the third call, Zhang Chenzhen could not help but correct: "That, in fact, my name is Zhang Chenzhen."

Yet the inherent impression is already ingrained.

Zhang Chenzhang poked his head out of the pillow: "My name is actually very valuable ... hey!"

After a meal, the president had to make breakfast for Xiaojiao's wife.

The warm white porridge, the soft milk buns, and two refreshing side dishes to eat the belly, Jiao Qi's tone is smooth. Zhang Da, who reached down to eat with his head down, touched his head, and touched the little crusted mouth.

"Go to the hospital tomorrow and check again." Jiao Qi was still a bit uneasy. He just made an appointment with the clinic upstairs, but today is full, and can only wait to see the doctor tomorrow.

Zhang Chenxuan dismissed it, feeling that he was okay: "It's okay, see a doctor. He's unkind to know how to pit you money."

"Then you still buy him the" Zhizhi Luxury Deep Sea Caviar Little Daisy Care "suit?" Jiao Qi held his jaw with one hand and looked at him leisurely.

"Yo--" The president sipped out a porridge.

Jiao Qi chuckled his lips, and handed him the napkin: "It is still necessary to check it, and I will sue the intellectual brain maker, and I need the test report of Virtue."

"In fact, there is a risk notice in the manual, although there is no specific mention of the specific problems that may be caused by the head collision," Zhang Chenji groaned for a moment, and suddenly flashed, "Baby, do you think this is a huge business opportunity."

"Well ... what's the business opportunity?" It's been a long time since I heard such a crap, Jiao Qi was a little uncomfortable, but the speaker didn't seem to realize what his name was and was still analyzing it on his own.

"Anti-collision brains!" When it comes to professional things, Zhang Chenxuan's eyes are full of light.

"It is theoretically possible, but it will inevitably be boycotted by several major manufacturers, and even sue us for making rumors." Jiao Qi frowned. To do this business, he must prepare quietly and collect evidence at the right time. Prosecute the manufacturer.

"Well ... I'm actually not good at making hardware, and I have a better idea." Zhang Chenxun sold a key and waited for Xiaojiao's wife to ask curiously, but President Jiao just calmly lifted his chin at him and signaled He continued.

In the past few days, staring at the president with a broken brain, Jiao Qi has become accustomed to observe his emotional changes at any time. At this moment, he clearly saw a little loss in those eyes, and somehow asked: "What is a good idea? "

The small loss really dissipated, and it was replaced by absolute self-confidence in the professional field, full of inexplicable charm: "the application of manually clearing memory."

The function of clearing memory exists in ancient computer applications. At that time, it was not so intelligent, the computer was extremely slow, and often needed to manually clear the memory to maintain the system's operation. With the development of intelligence, this unskilled task is left to the system to do it itself.

"Whoever breaks his head in the future, let his daughter-in-law clear it manually."

The black Maybach in the car accident has not been repaired yet, and the two can only go to work by car.

"Do you still need me to be a little secretary today?" Jiao Qi sat on the co-pilot and asked him leisurely.

Zhang Chen frowned and parked the car downstairs, "No, no need, I'll pick you up from work."

"Isn't it really necessary? Then who will bring you tea, organize documents, and relieve ......" After that, the president, who was ashamed and angry, kissed his mouth and couldn't help laughing , Kissed back, unlocked the safety button and got out.

Zhang Chenxuan put one hand on the steering wheel, looking at the upright and handsome back of his wife, and touching her chin. I don't know if it is an illusion, his little wife seems to be sticking a little to him.

This recognition made the president suddenly happy, and the silver Maserati turned to Shijie Technology.

The employees found that Mr. Jiao had not followed, and the atmosphere of the entire building had a subtle change instantly. What I want to say is probably the feeling within thirty seconds after the year-end Finance Department clicked the "Bonus Distribution" button, the kind of oppressive and imminent excitement.

"Early President!"

"You are early." Zhang Chenxun nodded at the over-enthusiastic employees and lifted his feet into the exclusive elevator. The secretaries were waiting for him at the door of the president's office, but all three were looking down at their toes, and he looked up and said hello in unison until he stepped out of the elevator.

"..."

Life is back on track, but the sequelae brought by these days still need to be remedied, such as asking Jiao Dad to go home on the weekends.

"The clinic has an appointment in the afternoon and can go back at noon. However, Dad doesn't seem very happy." Jiao Qi reminded the old attacker.

"It must be that Li Shuai's **** is treacherous." Zhang Chenxi said firmly.

Jiao's father, Jiao Zuoren, was one of the first group of entrepreneurs to get rich first, and was a good friend of Li handsome's father.

"That ..." Jiao Qi blushed. The scene that day was seen by Li Shuai and he didn't know how he would tell his elders.

"It's okay, look at me."

In order not to be taught by Laozhangren, Zhang Chenzhang returned to the wine cellar of the villa and turned out a bottle of red wine he collected--the 92nd year Royal Eagle Ming Cabernet Sauvignon.

In the house of Jiao's house, the hostess didn't return. Dad Jiao sat in the living room drinking tea without a smile on his face. Jiao Qi ’s mother is an actor, and she was also quite famous in her early years. Because of proper maintenance, she has a lot of dramas waiting for her at this age. She specializes in various beautiful mothers and aunts, and is often away from home.

"Dad, this respects you." As soon as Zhang Chenzheng entered the house, he went straight to Laozhangren.

"Huh." Jiao Zuoren glanced at the bottle of yingming, and said an unclear answer.

Zhang Chenzheng was not scared by the cold face of the old husband. A look of chicken thief whispered and whispered in the ear of Dao Jiao, "I learned a new trick, and poured red wine on the white shirt ... Awkward with me these days, I pulled him to play with this in the office, and I was coaxed. "

Father Jiao froze for a moment.

Zhang Chenxuan's face was upright, and while Jiao Qi didn't pay attention to crowding the old husband, the meaning was obvious. When the mother-in-law came back, you two would try it, and you are satisfied.

That's it. Father Jiao knew it, haha ​​laughed, and nodded Zhang Chen's head, angrily: "Bad things, you have more tricks."

The grandfather was very happy from the sword to the meeting, but for a few minutes, Jiao Qi sat in the distance watching and couldn't help but smile slightly. When I first met, Zhang Chenzheng's company had just started and was still a poor boy in the eyes of Dad.

Today, the total asset value of Shi Jie has surpassed that of Jiao Zuoren's enterprise, but Zhang Chenzhang still looks like that year, pretending to be small and pretending to be stupid in front of his father.

"Chin." Jiao Qi could not help but call him.

"Huh?" Zhang Chenzhen came over, suddenly stopped and shook his place.

Jiao Qi jumped up and held him up: "What happened to you?"

Zhang Chenxuan looked at the hand that was holding her, and looked at Jiao Qi's healthy face: "I'm fine."

After having lunch at the Jiao family, the two drove to the Tak Clinic. On the road, the brain maintenance staff called and said that Louis XIII's data was exported, but it will take some time to repair it. It is recommended to temporarily buy a new one to import the data.

"Let's buy one after checking, what's your name this time? Louis XIV?" Jiao Qi said, couldn't help laughing, so he was embarrassed to say such a second name in front of outsiders.

Maserati stopped suddenly at the side of the road with a sudden brake, Zhang Chenyi turned his head, reached out and pinched Xiaojiao's wife's face, his face was somber: "Don't laugh."

"What's wrong?" Jiao Qi blinked.

"You laugh, you don't look like him." In a domineering and unreasonable tone, there is no worry about what kind of harm the words will cause to the people in front of him. His deep eyes are full of madness.

"... Mr. Dior Zhang?"

"How many times have you said that, don't call me my name! Call me ... Da | 屌."

"..."