Mr. Dior

Chapter 23: The underworld emperor's little fugitive wife (2) ┃ I think Guangzong does not want to be the underworld prince

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"You are," Jiao Qi looked at him uncertainly, "Dior... Zhang?"

"So you still remember my name." Zhang Chenfei laughed at himself and looked down at his son in his arms. Little Golden Retriever was still angry just after the injection, smelled a familiar smell, immediately picked up his clothes and stood up, complaining hummingly.

The first time I met, I was so close to myself, blood relationship is really a wonderful thing.

"I took the child away. If you don't want to be separated from your son, just follow me obediently." After saying this, Zhang Chenfei felt a little regretful. Obviously, I have rehearsed many times, and I will speak well again when I see him, but the words become a threat again.

No way, as the godfather of the underworld in the Asia-Pacific region, the cold-blooded king of the dark night, he is only used to cold threats, and he can't show tenderness. What a terrible reunion.

He couldn't take it back when he said it. The President turned around coldly and moved forward firmly in the rustling wind, without looking back at the man who made him dream.

"..." Jiao Qi was helpless, followed Zhang Dazzle to the parking place, knocked on Zhinao and asked Annie what was this setting.

Annie: "According to the line just now,'This look is my kind', the search results are as follows,

"The President's Wife Running with the Ball"

"Genius baby confused mommy"

"One Night Wrong Love: Evil Young Master Chasing His Wife 99 Times"

"Gold Medal Mediation: Neighbors broke their heads, the cause was actually a bag of corn seeds"

Intellectual brain does not have this level of analysis ability. It is recommended that you judge according to the actual situation. "

It's definitely not corn seeds. If it's a country column, Zhang Dazhao would not be called Dior Zhang, but Zhang Dazou.

Jiao Qi turned off the brain interface with a headache, sat on the co-pilot, and buckled his seat belt. The car door automatically locked with a click, and a small golden retriever was suddenly stuffed in his arms.

"You hold your son, and I drive." Zhang Chen throws the puppies to Xiaojiao's wife expressionlessly, and observes his every move from the corner of his eye. Seeing him gently adjust the posture for the little guy, let Guangzong lie on his lap and sleep well, his heart couldn't help but soften.

Greedy eyes traced the silhouette of the man from head to toe. Obviously a person who has given birth to a child does not look different from when he was a teenager, but with a bit more mature temperament and more attractive.

"Why do you think he is a son? This is obviously a dog." Jiao Qi still doesn't understand what script this is. There is no such thing as a dog son in the president's text.

Zhang Chenfei put one hand on the steering wheel, looked sideways at the little furball in Jiao Qi's arms, and said in a low tone: "Our family has a special pedigree. We were all dogs in childhood. I was a husky when I was a kid. I signed a contract with you to give birth to a child. It’s for confidentiality, I didn’t expect you to run away..."

The well-knotted fingers held the steering wheel tightly, restraining the pain in his heart. Before he could make a clear statement with Jiao Qi, he ran away. He didn't know how to spend the years outside. A dog in a normal life must be terrified, and a man must be helpless. But he was so kind, he didn't throw it away as a monster, and he did his best to raise it.

"Hey, no, wait," Jiao Qi dumbly stopped Zhang Chenfei from explaining the script. "You said, when you were a kid, what was it?"

"Husky." The underworld godfather said very seriously.

"... Huh?" Jiao Qi didn't know what to say. Has the story of the last ABO continued here? The problem is that this is nonsense by him. Zhang Dadi actually used it in the new script... I dare not add random settings to him in the future.

On the way back to the villa, Mr. Jiao used negotiation skills to compose Zhang Dadi's words to roughly understand the worldview this guy is in.

Gangsters, countless younger brothers, mixed black and white, all-powerful.

All right, all right.

The villa on Friday evening is ready to welcome the two owners. The setting sun coated the lawn in the yard with a layer of gold, and the housekeeper, dressed in a gentleman's suit and white gloves, opened the door for Jiao Qi with a smile.

"Wang!" When he came to the villa for the first time, the kid Zhang Guangzong stood in Jiao Qi's arms and looked left and right excitedly, kicking down to play.

Jiao Qi put the little golden retriever on the lawn and let it be happy.

"Wow!" As soon as the little guy hit the ground, he ran excitedly, jumping and rolling.

"He is my son, take care of him." Zhang Chenfei took the little wife who was trying to leave his sight, and turned to explain to the housekeeper.

"Auntie over there has already explained to me that the food and use have been prepared long ago, and the sleeping place has been built." The butler pointed to the beautiful wooden house on the lawn.

Zhang Chenfei cast a noncommittal glance at the dog son who was digging the ground for worms, and took Jiao Qi's hand into the house.

"You have also seen it, the child is very happy here. As long as you stay by my side obediently, Guangzong is the prince of the underworld in the Asia-Pacific region." Zhang Chenfei took out a cigar, still didn't cut it, just held it in his mouth.

"I think Guangzong doesn't want to be the prince of the underworld." Jiao Qi's mouth twitched.

"You can't make a decision for him." Zhang Chenfei threw the cigar, dragged Xiaojiao's wife into his arms, and gently stroked his handsome white face. The simple and confused little wife still doesn't understand what the underworld prince means, but it doesn't matter, he still has a lot of time to let him understand.

He took out the silver cigar cutter, stuffed it into the hands of Xiaojiao's wife, and asked him to cut the cigar for himself.

"What kind of cigar to cut? Zhang Dazzle, you can bear it!" Jiao Qi threw the cigar cutter back into the drawer, raising his eyebrows and glaring at him.

In his early years, Zhang Chenfei learned to smoke cigars with his business partners, but this thing was too powerful and hurting his body. Jiao Qi didn't allow him to smoke, so he gave it up. Nowadays, I rarely touch cigarettes, only smoke one or two occasionally.

Hearing this, Zhang Chenfei reflexively spit out the cigar in his mouth.

"Good." Jiao Qi patted his dog's head, got up to go to change clothes, suddenly he was grabbed back by Zhang Chen, and pressed it on the sofa.

"Do I want to leave after you tease?" Zhang Chenfei looked at him condescendingly, with depressive pain in his eyes, "I found you with great difficulty. I will never repeat the mistakes made a few years ago and let you run away!"

This marriage was originally just a contract signed for the purpose of giving birth to a child, but he was damned tempted. And this hateful man suddenly left after he was tempted.

"Don't think that you are really irreplaceable. A large number of men are willing to have children for me. If other children are born, the status of Guangzong will be in jeopardy."