The golden basin washes your hands and puts an end to all the bloody winds. This night, Mr. Dior had a good night's sleep regardless of political affairs.
The next day, Zhang Chenfei was awakened by a short message from Zhi Nao.
[Lao Gao: I'm fucking your uncle, why didn't you come yesterday to make me ashamed in front of the beauty coach! 】
Zhang Chenfei rubbed his painful head and replied:
[I went, the beauty coach will look down on you even more. 】
[Lao Gao: Billow! 】
After turning off Zhinao, Zhang Chenfei yawned and looked around. Xiaojiao's wife is still sleeping soundly in his arms, the little golden retriever is on the carpet with her feet upright, and the morning sun shines through the light-colored curtains, and the years are quiet... If there is no mini armor-piercing water gun at the head of the bed.
The underworld godfather of the Asia-Pacific region...
Qinghong Gang, my brothers are everywhere...
Turned off your barbecue stall...
When I was a kid, I was a husky...
Jiao Qi opened his eyes and saw his old attacker holding a small silver water gun, looking sad and angry.
"What are you doing?"
"Swallowing a gun and committing suicide." Wuyan faced Jiang Dong's elder, Zhang Chenfei said, pulling the trigger.
"Zi—" A jet of water sprayed into his mouth.
"Ha ha ha ha… "
After being laughed at by Xiaojiao's wife all morning, the former underworld godfather gloomily put away his dragon-print apron and put on a small floral apron in the pastoral style for breakfast.
"Hey, our Guangzong is so pitiful, the Star Empire is gone, and the Asia-Pacific underworld is gone." Jiao Qi poured dog food into the dog bowl, touched the little guy who was eating his head, and sighed.
Zhang Chenfei almost didn't hold the plate firmly, put down the food and walked over, squatting with Jiao Qi with red ears, tilting his head to look at the smiling little wife in his eyes: "Yanyan, have you noticed..." You talk more than before. Up.
Childishly watched the dog eat, talked to the dog, and ridiculed Lao Gong around the corners. Zhang Chenfei felt that his inflammation seemed to be closer to him.
"Find what?" Jiao Qi turned to look at him.
"Guangzong doesn't care about losing his position as a prince. After all," he slowly approached and kissed the faintly mint-scented mouth, "he still has hundreds of millions of dog food to inherit."
Hearing his name being mentioned, Xiao Jin Mao raised his head from the rice bowl and looked at the two people who bit each other suspiciously. Humans are really incomprehensible creatures for dogs.
He drove Xiaojiao's wife to Basho, Zhang Chenfei helped him to release the seat belt, looking forward to a farewell kiss. However, when he came to work, Mr. Jiao was still the resolute and resolute Mr. Jiao who didn't even think about the old attack and got out of the car.
Zhang Chenfei put down the car window and wanted to watch Xiaojiao's wife enter the building, but found him standing outside the car window: "Forgot to take something?"
"I'll find you for dinner at noon." Jiao Qi bent down, as if to kiss him.
The President suddenly stiffened his back, but Xiaojiao's wife just pressed his face and pulled out a tissue. Gritting his teeth trying to catch the person, but Jiao always got up gracefully and left unhurriedly.
I really lost my studies... Zhang Dazhao put his hand on the car window, looked at the slender back, pursed his lips and laughed. Such a good mood lasted until the moment he stepped into Shifei Technology.
"Good morning!" Two rows of black-clothed men greeted them in unison with sunglasses, shocked that the President almost knocked on the revolving door.
Going upstairs full of black lines, the first thing is to call the personnel department: "Ah, the theme activity has ended, inform the security guards not to line up to welcome, and return to their posts."
"Good president." The personnel department also breathed a sigh of relief. Such a strange way of welcoming guests is really incompatible with Shi Fei's corporate culture. This week, employees have complained more than 20 times.
"President, this is a new laser sword. Do I need to prepare one in the office?" Secretary Su Su came over with a delicate small box and showed the president the latest peripherals.
This is the new weapon of "Star River Glory" yesterday. The surrounding toys have not yet been mass-produced. What Susu received was the first batch of samples. There is only one hilt, and a bright light can be ejected when the weapon is pressed down.
"... No need," Zhang Chenfei rubbed his eyebrows, "the sword spirit is too bad, not suitable for hanging in the office."
"Okay." Su Su didn't quite understand the evil spirit of this plastic toy sword, but he took it away obediently and put the model in the showcase in the secretary room.
After the secretary went out, the President buried his face in his palm for half a minute before he did a good job of psychological construction and continued to face the cruel reality.
There was basically no problem with the handling at work, but the tone of some email replies was a little wrong. Fortunately, the employees didn't care about it, and those who were too weird had already helped him fix it.
Click on the social network to view. Fortunately, the gangster has the burden of the idol of the superior, and he has no hobby of showing off new weapons on social networks, which saves him the trouble of saving his reputation. It's just, what's the matter with the comments below
[Dad, I was wrong, I don’t want your money anymore, just give me the master! 】
[Everyday I want to steal Young Master’s lower right corner and like it. 】
[How can you marry the young master who is so handsome? 】
Something was wrong, Zhang Chenfei searched it, and his face suddenly became black. The little wife he hid and tucked was exposed! The photos are not said everywhere, the remarks below are simply unsightly!
[Ah, mom, I want to marry him, yes, it's him! 】
[Lick, lick, I can play with this leg for a year. 】
[Young Master Jiao’s looks and temperament are much more beautiful than those popular little fresh meats. May I ask Master Jiao fans? 】
unacceptable! Zhang Chen was so angry that he walked back and forth in the office, and angrily asked Louis XIV to find a photo of counterattack.
Louis XIV: I am happy to provide you with photos imported by Louis XIII, but the artificial intelligence cannot understand what you mean by counterattack? Is it this, this, or this
Zhi Nao listed three examples of photos, a dynamic picture of a baseball player hitting a backhand, a picture of a rooster running upside down, and the last chapter is Zhang Chenfei's little wife on the bed.
Because Louis XIV is still limited to children's mode, he can't find things that are not suitable for children. This one was a nap in the villa one day, when the sun was just right, Zhang Chenfei quietly stuffed his big hand under Jiao Qi's hand on the outside of the quilt and took the picture.
"Yes, you are smarter than Louis XIII." Zhang Chen immediately uploaded the last picture to the social network, edited and typed.
"Your conclusion is inaccurate. I am a child model, lower than Louis XIII, but more in line with the psychology of underage children."
"When Thirteen is repaired, I will throw you in the toilet." Zhang Chen chuckled, typed and sent it up.
[Zhang Chenfei: Give up, he is mine. Whoever says "legs play for years" or "cannot close legs" will sue you for sexual harassment. 】
However, such threats are useless, netizens will only be below hahaha.
"..."
The development progress of the "memory cleaning application" is very slow, and the architecture is easy to set up, but the acquisition of core data is a long process. The public relations department has just contacted the two patients and they are still communicating.
There is a long way to go, and Zhang Chenfei can't sit still and try his best to finish the important work before the next script appears.
I was so busy all morning, and it was lunch time, Zhang Chenfei put down the files in his hand in time, looked at the door of the president's office eagerly, and looked forward to the moment when the little wife opened the door and entered.
"President Jiao!"
"Mr Jiao, you are here!"
There was a greeting of greetings outside, and Zhang Chenfei quickly picked up the signature pen and signed the document with a serious face.