Mr. Dior

Chapter 92

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During the rush hour, the viaduct was blocked, and the young and handsome president held the steering wheel irritably and lowered the temperature of the air conditioner.

In the car radio, the host was thinking about the latest scientific warning: "With the popularization of artificial brains, many problems have also followed. Because the brains are connected to the users’ neurons, if they suffer when the brains are turned on, The impact of external factors is likely to cause neurological disorders... ”

"Ding Dong!" Zhi Brain popped up a message, and the president bowed his head and opened his nickname as "wife".

Science and technology are advancing, and society is also advancing. Nowadays, same-sex marriage is not uncommon. His male wife has spent seven years with him.

[There will be entertainment in the evening, it is estimated to be back at ten o'clock. 】Cold words without a trace of warmth.

"Humph!" The president snorted coldly, turned off the message, and without replying, he jumped directly to an audio novel website and clicked to open an article.

The wife of someone else’s family had already cooked dinner and was waiting for her husband at home by this time, but what about his? There was more entertainment than her husband, and he was dragging two to eighty thousand dollars every day, making him a domineering president without a sense of accomplishment.

[In order to pay off her father's debt, she was forced to marry that domineering man, and on the wedding night, he took her forcibly. "Please, stop." "Oh, this is not enough!"] The introduction read out by the mechanical sound is a bit weird, but it sounds very crisp. The president decided to listen to this article today.

"Squeaky-bang!" There was a sharp braking sound from the back of the car, followed by a violent impact, and the president passed out in darkness.

When Jiao Qi received the call, he was so frightened that he rushed to the hospital in a hurry, and he almost shed tears when he saw his old gauze attack.

"Are you okay?" Jiao Qi looked down at him.

"Why, are you happy to see me having an accident?" The president raised his hand and pinched his wife's chin.

"Fuck! What the hell do you mean!" Jiao Qi slapped Lao Gong's hand, shaking with anger, how could this man say such hurtful things for so many years.

"Hehe, as long as I'm still alive, you can't escape the palm of my hand." The president grabbed the person, pressed him in his arms, and said evilly, "You are already my wife, as long as you are obedient, you I will pay for the money Dad owes. Remember my name, Dior Zhang."

"Fucking? Zhang Dacock, have you knocked your head! My dad is rich, okay? I just bought two hundred acres of land in the city center today. When will I owe someone money!" Jiao Qi hugged that Wanman Gauze's head is heartbroken, his own old attack is absolutely broken!