"You let me down!" No matter how Jiao Qi struggles, Zhang Chenfei just won't let go. He hugged him all the way downstairs.
"I got out of the elevator in a while, and they were all your fellows. You don't want them to see you being carried by me, do you?" Zhang Dajiao put the little wife on his shoulders down and hugged again.
There are still a hundred boxes of surroundings piled up in the lobby, and Vice President Liang is directing several employees to move things onto the warehouse carts. When everyone saw Mr. Zhang holding his own president over, they stopped their movements and stared blankly.
Jiao Qi couldn't, but bury his face in Lao Gong's arms and pretend to sleep.
"Zhang Zong really hurts people, and he is not willing to wake up the president after these two steps."
"Hey, the old attacks of other people's homes have never let me down."
Zhang Chenfei carried the robbed daughter-in-law into the car and told the driver to go to the mansion where he usually lives.
"Go to the apartment, right?" Shi Fei's driver has a super comprehension ability, with the function of automatically correcting the place name, and directly drove the car to the apartment in the city center.
With the driver here, Jiao Qi couldn't ask anything, so he could only squeeze in the back seat with Zhang Chen. The reason for squeezing is because Zhang Dadi didn't let go of his hands all the way, insisting on letting him sit on his lap.
Jiao Qi couldn't, relying on Lao Gong to knock on his brains, let Annie analyze the situation, what kind of script this is.
Annie: According to the special nouns such as "gunshaft", "foreign trade" and "Laozi", the results of searching novel classification are as follows,
"Return to the Republic of China and Open Foreign Trade"
"The Troubled Times of the Republic of China: The Warlord’s Wife"
"Into the Bandit Den: Domineering Bandits Fall in Love with Me"
"The Complete Analysis of Tao Te Ching"
"..." This should have nothing to do with the sage Lao Tzu who wrote the Tao Te Ching, so is it a bandit or a warlord? Pointing a gun at the head of the old man to grab the wife. It should be a bandit, right? Jiao Qi looked up at his old attack.
"What are you looking at?" Feeling that the little wife in his arms is looking at him, Zhang Chenfei smiled and lowered his head, pinched the white chin and took a bite. The smooth and tender taste was like water tofu just out of the pot, tempting. People swallowed it in one bite.
Young Master Jiao is really tender and delicious, and it is worthwhile for him to take it back with such a great effort.
"You..." Jiao Qi glanced at the driver in the front row and asked in a low voice in Zhang Chenfei's ear, "Are you a bandit?"
"Hahahaha, it used to be," Zhang Chen gritted his white teeth and couldn't help kissing Young Master Jiao's face again, "not anymore."
When he reached a place while talking, the driver got out of the car and opened the door. Zhang Chenfei got out of the car first, and reached out to let Xiaojiao's wife come into his arms.
"I'll go by myself." Jiao Qi slapped his hand to jump down, but was caught by a pair of strong arms and hugged him again.
"That won't work, you are newly married today. You can't touch the ground with your feet before you enter the door." Zhang Dazhao laughed, holding her little wife into the elevator.
The driver shrugged, and drove the car into the underground garage. The old man still knows how to play, and he is also the president of his own. The driver who played the underworld Ma Tsai is fearless and plans to go back and send a message to share with Qiangzi later.
High-end apartment, one house with one ladder. Basically, he would not meet his neighbors, so Jiao Qi followed him.
"Who the hell are you?" Jiao Qi put his arms around his neck, trying to reduce the burden of the old attack as much as possible, so as not to strain his arm for a long time.
Feeling the restlessness of the young master in his arms, Zhang Chenfei frowned slightly. He has not been a bandit for many years, and the gangsteriness on his body still can't be washed away. He scared his little wife: "You just came back from overseas and don't recognize me. Don't worry. Mountain bandits who grab food and people, I took you home but the Ming media is marrying you."
Entering the door, he carried him directly to the bedroom upstairs and threw him onto the bed covered with thick velvet cushions.
Jiao Qi surprisingly found that the decoration of the house had changed again. The big water bed was gone, and an old iron railing bed was replaced. The headboard of the bed is white wrought iron, and the square-shaped bed is covered with big red sheets. It is estimated that the aunty told me to change it in the afternoon.
Zhang Chenfei pulled off his tie and threw it aside. He wanted to go to sleep and was afraid of scaring the young master. So he could only sit on the bedside with patience and introduce himself: "My name is Zhang Chenfei, and my nickname is Zhang Dali. You should know this? The 13 provinces of East China are now Lao Tzu's territory, and you will be the wife of Dashuai Zhang from now on."
Therefore, he was a warlord who was born as a bandit. Jiao Qi summed it up silently, and suddenly felt wrong: "Where can there be thirteen provinces in East China?"
"You have been abroad for many years, and you don't know the current situation in the country," Zhang Dashuai pulled off the two buttons on the neckline. "I, Zhang Chenfei, is the largest warlord in the country. The army is famous all over the world."
"What army?"
"Diaojun." Zhang Dashuai said proudly.
"… alright."
Seeing that Young Master Jiao was no longer afraid, but faintly began to worship him, Dashuai Zhang was very satisfied, and went downstairs to cook for his little wife.
He is no longer the bandit who relied on beating and marrying his wife. He is the king of the thirteen provinces of East China and the commander in charge of the army of millions of dicks. If it weren't for the eagerness to marry someone home, the Jiao family wouldn't dare to disagree.
Jiao Qi changed into his home clothes and walked downstairs, poured some dog food for Guangzong, took out his computer and looked through Zhang Chenfei's email today.
The emails before three o'clock in the afternoon are all normal, but the ones just before get off work are a bit wrong. The overall direction is right, just the tone...
[President Zhang Chenfei: What shit you did, go back and do it again! When you hand in this stuff again, it's dead directly. 】
"..." The email has already been sent, and it cannot be remedied. Fortunately, there is indeed a problem with that project case.
"Boom." A small dish was placed beside him, and the handsome man in his apron looked serious: "You have to wait a while for the meal. First, eat some foreign fruit cushions."
There are a few small biscuits and a small cake on the plate, which are produced by the dessert shop Jiao Qi likes to eat.
"On weekdays, the military affairs are busy. We live in this mansion and there is an old lady who cleans it. If you are not used to living, turn around and take you back to the mansion. There are servants over there." Zhang Dashuai made four dishes and served one soup, and gestured. Xiaojiao's wife eat quickly, "This is my craft when I was a bandit, and I don't know if you, the delicate young master, are accustomed to eating."
Of course I'm used to eating, I've been eating for so many years.
Jiao Qi picked up the bowl and ate sweetly every bite.
Seeing that Xiaojiao's wife likes to eat, Zhang Dashuai was very happy. He was still a self-respectful face, and put a big chopsticks on him: "Eat more, so strong, so that I won't be fainted by Lao Tzu on the wedding night. On the bed."
"Ahem..." Jiao Qi was choked with a mouthful of soup and looked up at him.
"Hehe, do you know what I'm talking about? Tsk, that's right, the foreigners have everything there, and we must also understand." Zhang Chen winked.
Jiao Qi kicked him under the table: "Eat well."
"Do you dare to kick me!" Zhang Dashuai changed his face in an instant, "In these 13 provinces in East China, people who dared to kick my Zhang Dadi's calf are now three feet tall in their graves!"
Jiao Qi kicked him again.
"...You are really capable," the warlord gritted his teeth and put a piece of ribs in the bowl of Xiaojiao's wife. "Kick it, I remember, you will be crying and crying for a while!"
The eldest young master who came back from studying abroad had nothing to talk with the vulgar bandit warlord. Jiao Qi took a deep breath and asked Annie to put on a piece of music to block out the foul language.
Annie, who was on the scene, connected the speaker in the living room and played the old song of the Republic of China with phonograph sound quality:
if there was not you
How do you live
My heart is broken
I can't do anything
…
This home can't stay.
Dashuai Zhang listened with gusto, and when he saw Xiaojiao's wife being full, he pulled him up and shook his face in two steps.
"Xiao Xiaoshi, I'll get rid of my arms for a while, eh?" Zhang Chen put his arms around Xiaojiao's wife, swaying back and forth in the living room unscrupulously.
"Did you see my dad today?" Jiao Qi was hugged too tightly by him, so he could only sway on his shoulders. Seeing the two of them moving back and forth in the living room, Little Golden Retriever jumped around his master excitedly.
"What I saw him doing today, I've said it a few days ago. Why, he didn't tell you?" Zhang Dashuai sneered, thinking that the old man Jiao couldn't speak, so whoever sent his son to the cruel warlord to be his wife. No face to say.
These days, it is rare to marry a male wife, not to mention that this man who rules the 13 provinces of East China can shock people to death.
It's not like looking for it today, Jiao Qi breathed a sigh of relief.
After shaking for a while, the irritable warlord became impatient. He picked up the fragrant and soft Young Master Jiao, strode upstairs, threw the person into the velvet quilt, and unbuttoned his shirt unhurriedly.
"What are you doing?" Jiao Qi sat up.
"Sleep with you." The shirt was unbuttoned but not taken off. The handsome man climbed onto the bed, turning the little wife over and holding it down.
"It's only a few hours, I haven't read the mail yet, wait a minute, um..." Jiao Qi struggled to push him away, and he grabbed his pajamas and pulled him into his arms as soon as he sat up.
"Wait a minute, hehe, I just want to go, no one dared to tell me to wait!" His eyes gradually became dangerous, and Zhang Dashuai, who had been patiently exhausted, revealed his cruel face and tore away his little wife. Nightgown, "When I was a bandit, the men and women who were ruined were counted on Shantou, and there were no fewer than twenty dead for playing alone. You'd better be obedient to avoid suffering."
Jiao Qi looked at him indifferently: "Really, who have you ruined?"
"How can I remember those playthings?" Seeing that Xiaojiao's wife was upset, Zhang Chenfei immediately changed his words and introspected secretly. This is his wife in the main house, who can't be practiced, so be patient and coax, "Okay, no Frighten you, I marry you because I like you. If I am satisfied every day, I will not marry a concubine, as long as you are one."
"Do you still want to marry a concubine?"
"It's not normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines? If you are unbehaved and make me unable to eat enough, I will marry ten or eight concubines and be jealous with you." The man who rules the thirteen provinces is triumphant.
"Then I really can't afford to wait," Jiao Qi re-tied his clothes blankly, took the handsome ear and threw the person out of the bedroom, "Go to sleep with your aunt."
The author has something to say: The lyrics in the article are from the song "If Without You" during the Republic of China.