After humiliating the Dog Emperor, Zhang Dashuai contentedly went to cook for his little wife. In order to make up for the young master, the warlord made a table of hearty dishes.
Steamed scallops with garlic vermicelli, braised prawns, sizzling mushrooms, lotus root with sauce, stir-fried water spinach, cucumbers, a bowl of nourishing soup and a dessert.
"I made so much at night, how can I finish it?" Jiao Qi took a bite of the lotus root slices. The half-cut lotus root slices were fried with fillings and crispy. The thick soup covered it, and bit his lips and teeth. delicious.
"Throw it away if you can't finish it. You can't feed it to the dog emperor." Zhang Chenfei glanced at Guangzong who was looking at him while licking the table. He deliberately smashed his mouth and made a delicious look. The little golden retriever was drooling. .
"Haha, what did you bully him for?" Amused by this man and a dog, Jiao Qi touched Guangzong's head to reason with him, "Dogs can't eat this thing."
"Wang Wu..." The Dog Emperor grievedly stared at the food in Zhang Chenfei's hand, and refused to listen.
After dinner, Jiao Qi was reading the script on the bed while holding his laptop. He hadn't read the nine scripts before, and now he plans to find out and have a look. Zhang Chenfei took a shower and came over, hugging Xiaojiao's wife and smelling it.
"Don't make trouble." Jiao Qi was itchy by him, and raised his hand to push the person away.
"You are my daughter-in-law, what's wrong with hugs?" Zhang Dashuai was extremely dissatisfied with the gestures of the little wife's flies.
"I'm busy, looking for your auntie." I searched for the script "Warlord's Undercover Male Wife" and clicked to view it.
It did mention that after the young master escaped, the warlord gave away the dowry maid. Because of the war at the time, the servants were gone, and only by closing the house could this little maid be kept. But every day he asked the maid to tell him about the young master's past. After talking about the warlord, he would drink a lot of alcohol, crying and laughing.
Later, the young master was found back, and the maid compiled her romantic affair with the general in the ears of the young master, resulting in the young master not believing what the warlord said for a long time.
However, in the original work, there is a girl who is weak Liu Fufeng, and I don't know how to get in touch with his fat secretary. As for the so-called pre-marriage Li Yingjun and Wang President, they are in the script of "The Overbearing Prince and Princess Qiao".
"What kind of concubine? I think about you day and night, where is the concubine?" Zhang Chenfei jumped up, as if he had been greatly insulted, and opened all the doors of the bathroom, cloakroom, and study. "Look at this. The cabinet, this bed, this bedside table, clean!"
The drawer of the bedside table was pulled out by the rough warlord, and the little pink toy fell out...
Jiao Qi closed the computer and looked at the pile of toys with his arms: "Clean, huh?" He glanced down at the progress bar in the broom, and the cleaning was completed 5.5%. It is estimated that the tail of the story of the king was swept away.
Zhang Chen gritted his teeth and cursed: "Mom, who puts so many black things in Laozi's drawer! Throw it away, throw it all away!"
Jiao Qi raised his eyebrows without saying a word.
The warlord, who was born as a bandit, had a thicker face than the city wall, and was not at all troubled by the embarrassing atmosphere. Climbing back on the bed, with both hands on his chest, rubbing back to Xiaojiao's wife like an itchy Husky.
"Until you agree, I won't touch you." Zhang Dashuai said sincerely. Those mistakes in the past must be made up. Those frights can't be calmed back for a while, only slowly.
"Yeah." Jiao Qi replied casually, putting his notebook aside, preparing to go to bed.
"Jiao Xiaoqi," Zhang Chenfei sat up and tried to hold one of his hands, "I'm a rough person, I don't know how to hurt you, but I will learn. If you have any dislikes, you must tell me. If we both talk about everything, we won’t fight anymore."
Looking up at him, those deep eyes were full of sincerity, and Jiao Qi was a little dazed to see it, and for a moment he couldn't tell if this was the line or Zhang Chenfei said it himself.
"Even if you do something wrong, I will let you." Afraid that Xiaojiao's wife would not believe it, Zhang Dashuai hurriedly added another one.
Jiao Qi couldn't help but smiled, "Okay."
When he woke up the next day, Jiao Qi looked at Lao Gong who was getting up and getting dressed, and asked him uncertainly: "Are you still handsome?"
When Zhang Chenfei heard this, there was a look of pain on his face. He knelt on one knee on the bed and touched the face of Xiaojiao's wife: "You said it was me, don't you remember clearly? This is not good, you can't let you go. You are at home, you follow me to the headquarters."
This arrangement was in line with Jiao Qi's intentions, and the retrograde script was more chaotic than before. For fear that he would think about jumping off the cliff again, he had to watch it a little bit.
The two went to Shifei together, and Yu Yuan received the notice and ran over to the president with a thick document to sign.
Seeing Yu Yuan, Zhang Chenfei couldn't help frowning: "Why are you here?"
"The boss asked me to come." The fat man laughed out of two little pears, and lowered his head to show Jiao Qi the file. "All those who need urgent treatment are here. Not many. I'll take it back after you sign."
Looking at this situation, Dashuai Zhang was very anxious and couldn't help calling Yu Yuan over: "Isn't this month's money already given to you?"
"Huh?" Yu Yuan was taken aback for a moment, thinking that Zhang always said that it was an extra bonus for supervising Jiao Qi's meal, "I gave it."
"I'll give you another sum. Don't talk nonsense in front of him." This obsessive fat man might arrange him in front of Xiaojiao's wife. If the newly coaxed wife ran away, he would kill.
As soon as the voice fell, Yu Yuan received a 5,000 yuan seal fee from Louis XIII. But the president already knew that Qian Yuyuan was ashamed and looked at his boss with a guilty conscience.
Jiao Qi rubbed his eyebrows, quickly signed several documents and handed them to Yu Yuan, and whispered: "Here you are, just hold it, and pretend you don't know."
"Good!" With the boss's approval, Comrade Xiaoyu, who had made a fortune by accident, happily ran away holding the file. Bean's eyes were smiling, and the wind was blowing under his feet, as if the whole body of streaky fat had become tendon flesh, disappearing without any muddy water.
Zhang Chenfei wanted to explain, but didn't know how to say it. Just as secretary Su Su came in and told him to go to the top-level meeting, Zhang Dashuai, anxious to show his loyalty, took his little wife with him.
"There is going to be a war soon, listen to it, so as to remind your father to prepare early." The rough man warlord didn't know how to please his wife, so he exposed all his secrets to him.
The meeting was about the arrangement of the offline competition of "Star River Glory". Now in overseas service areas, all countries have decided on the top three, and the list of players who can come to China to compete has already been made. As for China, because of the large number of players and regions, the semi-finals will only be held tonight. Finally, the top three teams can participate in this competition.
"The team led by the devil has reached the semifinals and will compete for the finals tonight." The operations department showed the official team's results. Basically, they abused food all the way. Only when they entered the quarterfinals did they win and lose, mainly because of losing to that professional. Team MMY.
"MMY has a foresight. At this time, a professional team will be formed."
"It seems that we have confidence in Shi Fei."
Shi Fei naturally welcomes the participation of professional teams, which will encourage more game lovers to join and lay the foundation for the formation of alliances in the future. It's just not good news for the devil, I'm afraid he won't get the 2.5 million bonus.
"When is the battle set?" Zhang Chenfei asked seriously.
"On the 20th of next month, we will give the teams the time to apply for visas. The venue has already been arranged and there is no problem." The operations department responded in a streamlined manner.
Zhang Chenfei looked at the list with a solemn expression: "The Eight-Power Allied Forces｜Invasion｜Hua."
Those who participated in the meeting were all middle and high-level people who spoke more casually. When the president said this, everyone burst into laughter. Jiao Qi was afraid that he would give a speech on "Death to Defend China" when he was excited, and then interjected: "When is the Devil King's game?"
"Eight fifteen in the evening." Hearing Mr. Jiao's question, everyone dared not laugh instantly, and answered quickly and accurately.
"Well, everyone remember to go back and watch and give us a reward for the gold medal anchor." Jiao Qi lifted his chin slightly and made a little joke.
The atmosphere was active again, and everyone nodded with a smile: "No problem!"
At 8:15 in the evening, the husband and wife stood in front of the screen on time to watch the game. The semi-final is a knockout match. The four teams are divided into two groups. The one who wins goes directly to the final. If you lose, you can only stay for third place.
The system allocates randomly. One second before the game, everyone still doesn't know who the opponent is.
The Demon King led his team members into the battlefield first and sent out greetings.
Diojun: Please read my name aloud with affection, thank you!
MMY: Mom!
Diojun:...
MMY:...
"Why are you guys again, brother!" The Demon Lord covered his forehead dumbfoundedly. Several other anchors of the 屌军 also began to wailing exaggeratedly.
[Diaojun-Bad: Ah, why, heaven is going to kill my diaojun! 】
There were already a lot of viewers in the live broadcast room. After this grouping, it has exploded exponentially. It is estimated that the finals are not comparable to this battle.
[This is really the group of death! 】
[It's over, there must be a group that can't make it to the finals, then there is still something to watch in the finals! 】
[I don't care, I am invincible, fuck them, tell them to kneel and call mother! 】
[But shut up, I was taught by MMY to be a man last time, but I haven't learned how to behave this time? Just admit defeat! 】
No matter what the barrage says, the world champion Art will never admit defeat. Even if he loses, he must lose decently and vigorously. "What are you afraid of? Rolling up your sleeves is doing it!" The Demon King rolled up his short sleeves, patted his biceps, and pretended that he had a flowered arm.
The indomitable army rushed up.
The semi-finals are much more serious than the previous group stage. Both sides are currently the top domestic players. Sparks splashed when they collided and the audience was hooked.
However, he lost in the end.
Seeing the demon king's perspective on the screen gradually turned into a gray-white battlefield, a white flag with the characters "Dijun" slowly erected in the ruins, Zhang Chenfei closed his eyes in despair: "It's defeated."
The general situation is over, his team has been defeated, and can no longer guard the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. The Eight-Power Allied Forces will soon enter the country again, what should I do
After reading a whole song in his heart, "Death to the country is difficult, seeing death suddenly as home", the warlord who was bent by reality said in a dumb voice: "Master Jiao, can you lend me some money?"
"Huh? What's the money?" Jiao Qi threw a one-dollar gift to the Demon King and turned to look at his old attacker.
"I will give all the assets to your Jiao family, and be your son-in-law, and lend me money to raise soldiers."
"..."
Unable to break the heroic spirit of Mr. Warlord, Jiao Qi took out the cheque yesterday and signed him one million silver dollars.
Zhang Chenfei took his own money for the sale, his fingertips trembled, and for a long while, he suddenly began to take off his clothes.
"What are you doing?" Jiao Qi resisted the bullying guy with one hand and stared at him warily.
"Sell," Zhang Dashuai said with a serious face, "you give Lao Tzu money, and Lao Tzu will naturally do what he should do. After all, you are a young adulterer, and you can't live without me and my other six brothers."
"… roll!"
The author has something to say: Note: It’s hard to go to the country after giving up your life, and seeing death suddenly as home-Cao Zhi's "White Horse"