Jiao Qi snorted lightly, rubbed it on the pillow, and opened his eyes tiredly. The tossing for three days made him a little bit overwhelmed. Climbing on the waist of Lao Gong, he got up, nestled in his arms and yawned: "Why are you sitting up, Mr. President?"
The President's back became more stiff, and he tried to find his own voice, and said in an as evil as possible: "You still have the strength to talk and laugh. It seems that you didn't have enough lessons last night." Having said that, his hands were not conscious. Hold the person tightly to make him lean more comfortably.
Ok
Jiao Qi looked up at him, his eyebrows gradually raised, and he was about to speak, when a dull pain mixed with nausea came from his stomach. "His..." He took a breath, pushed Lao Gong's arm away, curled up and fell back on the bed.
Zhang Chenfei was taken aback, and suddenly forgot about the president: "What's the matter? Did you have a stomachache?"
"It's okay." Jiao Qi took a mouthful and waved his hand weakly.
He used to have a bad stomach. When he first got married, he often suffered from stomach problems, and from time to time he had a cold sweat. Zhang Chenfei specially learned to cook soup and porridge for him, but he just kept his stomach up, basically no longer committing a crime. It's just that if you don't eat in time, or if you drink or eat spicy food, you will still feel uncomfortable.
Last night I didn't eat, and I drank on an empty stomach.
Zhang Chenfei touched his pale face, feeling distressed, got out of bed and went to cook for him. Just as he put his feet in the slippers, he suddenly felt Jiao Qi staring at him, and he didn't need to look back to know how suspicious it was.
Taking a deep breath, he dented a shape firmly, the evil charm turned around arrogantly, and tucked the little wife back into the bed: "Until I come back, you are not allowed to leave the bed."
After all, he swaggered downstairs like an emperor ascended the throne. Dodged and hid in the kitchen, rubbing the goose bumps on his arm, shaking in place. The line just now was really shameful, and my paws were numb when I said it.
Without cooking for three days, the house feels a bit desolate. Fortunately, my aunt comes to clean and replenish dishes every day, and she can open fire at any time. At this time, it’s too late to make complex soups, and you can only cook a pot of porridge quickly with a rice cooker with a pressure device.
Throwing the rice into the pot, calculating the inventory of the refrigerator, taking out the materials that need to be thawed, and putting them in the microwave. Everything was ready. After the porridge was cooked for half an hour, I poured a cup of warm water to find out the stomach medicine that had not been used for a long time.
This stomach medicine is in paste form. Take it before meals.
Back upstairs, Jiao Qi had finished washing, but he was too tired, so he went back to the bed, lazily not wanting to move.
The air conditioner whistled at his back. Zhang Chenfei wanted to cover him with a quilt, but the leader of the tyrant couldn’t collapse it. He coughed and slapped him in the sleek and neat place, "I want to... Cough, who do you want to seduce, eh?"
Ahhh! Mr. Big Cock grabbed the carpet twice with his toes.
He took a deep breath and grabbed Xiaojiao's wife and forced him to take medicine.
Jiao Qi took the medicine obediently, and allowed the President to treat himself as a second-degree handicapped and hugged him back to the bed: "Yeah, did you remember?"
"Wh... What?" The president slipped under his feet and began to stammer.
The person who has been facing each other for seven years, with a raised tail, knew what he was going to be a demon. Jiao Qi heard the first sentence when he woke up. Dangerously narrowed his eyes: "Which one do you want to settle first? Let's talk about it first, what lover did you bring to the company, Mr. Dior Zhang?"
"Boom!" The president threw the little wife in his arms back on the bed, moved a little bit blankly, turned around, and slammed into the pillow pile, pretending to be dead.
"Can you not be beaten by pretending to be dead?"
"I swear by my name, I have never done anything sorry for you!"
"Your name has credit worth? Zhang, Da, dick!"
"Oh oh oh!"
The name Zhang Dadi has a origin.
When the two went on a blind date, they met in a very romantic French restaurant. In the candlelight, the young and handsome president handed over a black bronzing business card.
The minimalist industrial design, with a simple name and contact information, is gently placed on the table. Jiao Qi reached out to pick it up, but the two distinct fingers that pushed the business card did not leave, and firmly pressed the corner of the business card.
This is a dark hint, Jiao Qi raised his eyes to look at him. I have to say that this gentleman is the most handsome blind date he has seen so far, and his deep eyes are reflected in the light of candles, giving people the illusion of deep affection.
His heart couldn't help but miss a beat, Jiao Qi looked down at the business card, the man still didn't mean to let go, so he had to read it slowly. He is slightly short-sighted, and the environment is dim and can't be seen in front of him. He can only look at it roughly: "Zhang Ju... Cock?"
The name was really shocking, and it left Jiao Qi with a deep impression. After returning home, he couldn't forget the man named "Da Diao". It wasn't until the third call that Zhang Chenfei couldn't help but correct: "That, in fact, my name is Zhang Chenfei."
However, the inherent impression has been deeply ingrained.
Zhang Chenfei grieved and emerged from under his pillow: "My name is actually very valuable... Ow!"
After being beaten, the president must continue to make breakfast for the little wife.
The warm white porridge, the soft milk steamed buns, and two refreshing side dishes to eat to the full, Jiao Qi's breath is considered smooth. Reached out and touched the head of Zhang Dadi, who was bowing his head to eat, and touched the little scab that had been crusted.
"Go to the hospital tomorrow and check it again." Jiao Qi was still a little worried. He made an appointment with the clinic upstairs just now, but the queue is full today, so he can only wait to see the doctor tomorrow.
Zhang Chenfei disagreed, feeling that he was already healed: "It's okay, see a doctor, Que De's unscrupulous thing will know you can get money."
"Then you still buy the'Extremely Luxurious Deep Sea Caviar and Daisy Care' suit from him?" Jiao Qi supported his chin with one hand, so he could look at him in time.
"Puff—" The President choked out with a mouthful of porridge.
Jiao Qi pursed his lips and smiled, and handed him the napkin: "It is still necessary to check, and I want to sue the intellectual brain manufacturer, and I need a test report from Quede."
"Actually, there are risks in the manual, although it does not clearly state the specific problems that may be caused by head bumping," Zhang Chenfei pondered for a moment, and suddenly his inspiration flashed, "Baby, do you think this is a huge business opportunity."
"Well... what business opportunity?" It has been a long time since I heard this nasty name, Jiao Qi was a little uncomfortable, but the speaker didn't seem to realize what he called and was still analyzing it on his own.
"The anti-collision brain is built in!" When it comes to professional things, Zhang Chenfei's eyes are full of light.
"It is feasible in theory, but it will inevitably be boycotted by several major manufacturers, and will even sue us with rumors." Jiao Qi frowned. If he wants to do this business, he must prepare quietly and collect evidence at the right time. Prosecute the manufacturer, and take the initiative first.
"Hmm... Actually I'm not good at making hardware, and I have a better idea." Zhang Chenfei sold it and waited for Xiaojiao's wife to ask curiously, but Jiao just calmly raised his chin and motioned to him. continue.
Over the past few days, Jiao Qi has been accustomed to observing his emotional changes at any time, staring at the president whose head is broken. At this moment, he clearly sees a little loss in those eyes, and somehow asks: "What is a good idea?" "
The little loss really disappeared, replaced by absolute self-confidence in the professional field, full of indescribable charm: "Manually clear the memory application."
The function of clearing memory exists in ancient computer applications. At that time, it was not so intelligent, and the computer was easily slowed down, and it was often necessary to manually clean up the memory to keep the system running. With the development of intelligence, this non-technical work is left to the system itself.
"Whoever crashes his brain in the future, let his wife clear it manually."
The black Maybach that was involved in the accident has not been repaired yet, and the two can only continue to share a car to go to work.
"Do you still need me to be a secretary today?" Jiao Qi asked him in a leisurely tone, sitting in the co-pilot.
Zhang Chen dumbfounded and parked the car downstairs in Bajiao: "No, no, I'll pick you up after get off work."
"Is it really unnecessary? Then someone will bring you tea, pour water, sort out the papers, and relieve... Hmm..." Before finishing speaking, the irritated and irritated Mr. President kissed his mouth and couldn't help laughing. He replied. Kissed, unlocked the safety buckle and got out of the car.
Zhang Chenfei put one hand on the steering wheel, looked at his little wife's tall and straight back, and touched his chin. I don't know if it is an illusion, but his little wife seems to be a little sticky to him.
This recognition made the President suddenly happy, and the silver Maserati twisted and rushed to Shifei Technology.
The employees found that Mr. Jiao did not follow, and the atmosphere of the whole building instantly changed slightly. What I want to say specifically is probably the feeling within 30 seconds after the year-end financial department clicked the "bonus payment" button, that kind of repressed, about to break ground.
"Morning, President!"
"You are early." Zhang Chen nodded the overly enthusiastic employees at the elevator entrance and lifted their feet into the exclusive elevator. The secretaries were already waiting for him at the door of the president's room, but all three of them were looking down at their toes until he got out of the elevator and raised their heads to say hello in unison.
"..."
Life is back on track, but the sequelae brought by the past few days need to be remedied, such as Dad Jiao who asked them to go home over the weekend.
"The clinic has an appointment in the afternoon, and I can go back at noon. However, Dad doesn't seem to be very happy." Jiao Qi reminded Lao Gong.
"It must be the bastard Li Yingjun who sued the crime." Zhang Chenfei said categorically.
Jiao’s father was named Jiao Zuoren, one of the entrepreneurs who got rich first, and was a good friend of Li Yingjun’s father.
"Then..." Jiao Qi blushed, and Li Yingjun saw the scene that day, and he didn't know how he would tell his elders.
"It's okay, look at me."
In order not to be taught to be a man by the old husband, Zhang Chenfei returned to the cellar of the villa and uncovered a bottle of red wine in his collection—the 92nd Royal Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon.
In Jiao’s house, the hostess did not come back. Jiao’s father was sitting in the living room drinking tea by himself, without a smile on his face. Jiao Qi's mother was an actress, and she was quite famous in her early years. Because of her proper care, she still had a lot of dramas waiting for her to film at this age. She played a variety of beautiful mothers and aunts, and she was often away from home.
"Dad, respect you." Zhang Chenfei went straight to the old man as soon as he entered the house.
"Huh." Jiao Zuoren glanced at the bottle of eagles, and responded inexplicably.
Zhang Chenfei was not frightened by the cold face of the old man, he leaned over with a thief in his face and whispered in Dad Jiao's ear: "I learned a new trick to pour red wine on a white shirt... Hey, a little bit before the flames. Days are awkward with me, I drag him to play this in the office, and I'll be coaxed."
Dad Jiao was taken aback for a moment.
Zhang Chenfei had an upright look, and when Jiao Qi didn't pay attention, he winked at the old man. The meaning is obvious. When the mother-in-law comes back, you two will try it too. You are satisfied.
I see. Dad Jiao understood, haha laughed, and nodded Zhang Chenfei's head, pretending to be angrily: "Bad things, you have so many tricks."
The two of them went from drawing their swords to having a good conversation, but within a few minutes, Jiao Qi sat in the distance watching and couldn't help but smile slightly. When I first met, Zhang Chenfei's company had just started, and he was still a poor boy in his father's eyes.
Today, Shi Fei’s total assets have surpassed that of Jiao Zuoren’s business, but Zhang Chenfei is still the same as he was back then.
"Chen Fei." Jiao Qi couldn't help calling him.
"Huh?" Zhang Chenfei walked over, suddenly stopped and shook in place.
Jiao Qi jumped up and supported him: "What's wrong with you?"
Zhang Chenfei looked at the hand holding him, and at Jiao Qi's healthy face: "I'm fine."
After having lunch at Jiao's house, the two drove to Que De Clinic. The maintenance staff of Lu Zhi Brain called and said that the data of Louis XIII had been exported, but it would take some time to repair it. It is recommended to buy a new one and import the data first.
"I'll buy one after the inspection in a while. What's your name this time? Louis XIV?" Jiao Qi said and couldn't help laughing. He was embarrassed to say such a second-year name in front of outsiders.
Maserati suddenly braked to the side of the road. Zhang Chenfei turned his head and reached out to pinch the face of Xiaojiao's wife with a gloomy expression: "Don't laugh."
"What's the matter?" Jiao Qi blinked.
"When you laugh, you don't look like him anymore." In an overbearing and unreasonable tone, he didn't worry about the harm he would do to the person in front of him.
"... Mr. Dior Zhang?"
"I've said it so many times, don't call me by my big name! Call me... big dick."
"..."