The shouting so loudly drew the eyes of several servants.
Jingjing, a new girl who didn't know anything about the villa, was shocked by the scene in front of her.
"Come with me." Zhang Chen took a deep breath, grabbing Jiao Qi's wrist and pulling upstairs.
"I'm not going, I want to eat." Jiao Qi shook his hand away, did not eat lunch, ate some snacks and snacks in the afternoon, and specifically confessed that the kitchen will start early in the evening. At this moment, I'm dizzy and dizzy with hunger, so I don't want to toss with Zhang Dadi.
"Do you dare to disobey my orders!" Mrs. President Chuli was angry, and sullenly circled the small double with one arm, and wanted to drag him upstairs.
Jingjing whispered to the other servants: "It turns out that life for a rich family is so difficult."
Others, including the girl, the boy, and the aunt, watched this scene with disbelief, wondering why Mr. Zhang suddenly became fat and dared to treat Mr. Jiao like this.
Jiao Qiben had a stomachache, and he couldn't stand up. He was forcibly pulled up, frowned, and his face became very bad: "Don't move, I'm uncomfortable."
The voice was very soft, even lower than usual. People around could hardly hear it, but Zhang Chenfei could hear it clearly. This sentence seemed to have magical power, and instantly immobilized the fire-breathing dragon.
"What's the matter?" The president let go of Xiaojiao's wife, seeing him holding his stomach and slowly bending down, hugged him and sat back on the sofa, touched the pale little face, the pain in his eyes almost turned into substance.
"Yanyan stomach is not good, I never remember to eat," Zhang Chen held him, put his big warm hands across his shirt to warm his stomach, raised his head to support Jingjing, who was standing closest, "You, go to the medicine cabinet. Here, bring the stomach medicine from the first golden box from the left in the third row."
"Okay sir." Jingjing responded, a little uncomfortable with the plot that changed too quickly, and looked at his friends with a dazed expression.
The girls, guys, and aunts smiled silently with a "sure enough" appearance.
The butler brought a bowl of hot soup and a cup of warm water.
Zhang Chenfei took a small spoon and dug a piece of ointment and fed it into Jiao Qi's mouth.
Being watched by so many people, Jiao Qi was a little embarrassed, and he squeezed Lao Gong's wrist and said that he wanted to eat it himself. But he avoided him and continued to feed forcefully.
"I said, you have to do what I said," he put the ointment into the mouth of the avatar, the president's eyes were filled with satisfaction, and he whispered, "Yanyan never let me feed, it's better you behave."
Jiao Qi was a little startled, so he drank warm water in Lao Gong's hand, remembering that when he was sick and eating, this guy always tried to feed him. But in Jiao Qi's childhood education, it is to eat by himself without bothering others, so he seldom lets someone succeed.
After drinking the water, I got a gentle kiss.
He tasted a bit of bitterness on Xiaojiao's wife's lips, and Zhang Chenfei sighed secretly. This nasty little substitute deliberately pretended to be weak to provoke him to pity, but he even took this set. Seeing this familiar face with a painful look made him feel distressed.
He told the kitchen to make soft and easy-to-digest food for dinner, and supervised Xiao Jiaobao to finish the meal. Only then did the President relieved his heart and carried him upstairs. I paused at the door of the master bedroom, thinking about putting the small double in the guest room.
Jiao Qihao watched him in his spare time: "Are you sure you want me to sleep here?"
The President rubbed his eyebrows in pain, although he didn't want to admit that the small double was really tempting, and he couldn't help but want to hug him when he got close. With a long sigh, Jiao Qi was left with a melancholy and affectionate back: "I can't apologize for Yan Yan."
Jiao Qi almost laughed, lowered his head and coughed twice: "Good night, Mr. Dior." It doesn't matter if you sleep in a separate bed. The other day, this guy has the upper body, singing every night, and the kidneys can't bear it.
Mr. Dior clenched his fists: "I said, call me a big cock... Good night."
"..."
The guest room is also a big bed, the configuration is actually similar to the master bedroom, but the room is a bit smaller. Jiao Qi stretched his body, remembering what he saw in the basement during the day, and couldn't help but bury his face in the quilt and secretly laugh. I didn't close my eyes all night last night, and I can finally sleep peacefully today.
When he slept in the middle of the night, Jiao Qi slowly opened his eyes. The extreme sleepiness had been made up, and he began to feel uncomfortable falling asleep on this bed. There is no warm chest behind, no small snoring in my ears. I never knew that the early autumn night was so cold.
He got up helplessly, ran back to the master bedroom with his slippers, and got into the warm bed. Zhang Dazhao is in good health, full of firepower every day, and the bed temperature is at least five degrees higher than Jiao Qi's. Xiaojiao's wife sighed comfortably, and closed her eyes peacefully.
Zhang Chenfei turned over and touched the warm body, he put his arms in his arms without thinking, and continued to fall asleep with a grunt in his throat.
When I woke up the next morning and found a big living person sleeping in his arms, Mrs. President woke up in horror and stood up half to look at him.
Jiao Qi slept very peacefully, his fair and handsome face was warmed with pale pink.
Damn little double! Actually learned to climb the bed!
"Why are you here?" Zhang Chenfei awoke the person in his arms, gritted his teeth and asked.
"Well, the guest room is too cold," Jiao Qi yawned and rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?"
"Man, are you testing my endurance?" The president grabbed the hand that rubbed his eyes and pressed it on the pillow, staring at him dangerously.
"In the morning, why are you crazy?" Jiao Qi spread his five fingers and pressed Zhang Diao's face, pushing the big head away. Silk pajamas, because I slept too comfortably last night, I pulled the clothes away and slipped down with the gesture of raising my hand.
"Damn it!" Zhang Chenfei almost roared and jumped out of bed, like a vicious dog in a cage, walking back and forth for a few laps, "You actually crawled on the bed, you are really shameless! "
"I just kind of recognize the bed." The little avatar looked innocent.
"Hehe, you thought I would believe it? Very good, you asked for it."
Jiao Qi was too lazy to pick up his bad lines, scratched his sleepy hair, got up to wash, but was thrown back into the soft pillow pile by the old attacker. After two flops, he got out and was dragged into the bed by a certain animal.
"Are you not guarding Jiao Yan?"
"How many times have you said that you are not allowed to mention his name! You really can't cry without seeing the coffin, you must teach you a lesson today!"
"Hahahaha... Don't stop, don't make trouble, I have to go to work today on Monday! Hmm..."
On Monday morning, the two presidents were destined to be late.
The employees of Shifei Technology are accustomed to being late for their president from time to time. After all, the president often has to shoulder the task of making breakfast for Mr. Jiao and being a driver. So after nine o'clock, no one came to urge.
But Basho is different, their workaholic boss, but on time, rain or shine. As a personal secretary, Yu Yuan sent a message to Jiao Qi at a quarter past nine, asking him if he needed a car.
During his busy schedule, Mr. Jiao returned a message, telling him that he didn't need a car. He went to the company later today and he was caught in a busy vortex again.
The cold of early autumn was so dissipated, I was sweating profusely. After dragging the body that was about to fall apart, he took a hot shower, and finally took a sip. Jiao Qi wiped his hair out, hot and thirsty.
"Drink this!" The president had a very ugly face, put the glass full of black liquid on the table, and strongly demanded the little wife to drink it.
"What is it?" Jiao Qi took a sip and took a sip. It was cold and full of bubbles. It was a glass of Coke with ice.
"Contraceptives." The President said without changing his face.
"Puff—" The mouthful he had just drank came out, spraying directly onto Zhang Chenfei's face. The air bubble hung on the eyebrows and burst, and Mr. Dior's originally unhappy face darkened.
"I won't let you be pregnant with Zhang's seed." The president touched his face and motioned Jiao Qi to continue drinking.
"... I don't have that function." Jiao Qi twitched the corner of his mouth.
Zhang Chenfei squeezed Xiaojiao's wife's face and said coldly: "You think I don't know your plan. You want to take the opportunity to get pregnant and become the real Mrs. Zhang. I won't let you succeed."
"Where can I drink Coke for contraception?" Jiao Qi reluctantly took a sip of Coke, with a slice of lemon in it, which tasted great.
The president said solemnly: "Coke kills sperm."
"..."