"Why don't you come and tell me when you go to that kind of place?" Jiao Qi threw his suit jacket on the sofa, and asked Lao Gong's tie when he returned to the apartment.
The president was pulled crooked by him, and he lowered his head along the way, and slapped on Xiaojiao's wife's lips, "Where am I going, why should I report to you?" He said, suddenly he picked him up and strode forward. Go to the bedroom.
"Zhang Dadi, how much do you still have to hide from me?" Jiao Qi was thrown onto the bed, grunted up, and was suppressed again.
"Oh, of course there is, but why should I tell you." The president sneered, how could he tell this unintentional commercial spy about the big secret in his heart.
Jiao Qi endured and endured it, and was able to restrain the urge to slap his big mouth, "I know you dare not say, I'm afraid I am a commercial spy, you are really incompetent!"
"Huh, I want to tell me the secret using the violent general method," the president pulled away Xiaojiao's wife's shirt with a grim expression, "I won't be fooled! How could I tell you that I love you so much that my heart hurts. I want to be with you forever, even if you are only for money."
The sudden confession made Jiao Qi really stunned. He let Zhang Dadi suck and bite on himself in a daze. After a while, he came back to his senses and hugged the person. "It’s because you didn’t cheat on the nightclub , I will spare you for the time being... Um... "
The next day, the president opened his eyes in a daze, felt a headache, rubbed his temples with a grin, and couldn't remember what happened yesterday. Feeling the warm body in his arms, he habitually hugs his arms, and looked down at Xiaojiao's wife's hickey-scarred shoulders, which was greatly surprised.
Both of them are decent and high-end people. They will be extra careful when going to bed and try not to leave obvious marks on each other to avoid embarrassment when going out. This has also made their bed exercises in recent years dull and boring. Why is it so intense today
"Well, slow down..."
"Oh, this is not enough!"
"Take it lightly, it hurts..."
"Remember, this is the feeling I give you. No one except me can make you so happy!"
"Shut up!"
The lines that burst into shame last night, like the rising tide of sea water, instantly rushed into the head of the president in a mess. Mrs. President sat up awkwardly, his face was blue and white.
God, what did he do in these two days!
He took Jiao Qi to the nightclub wow!
He brags that he has many lovers!
He took Jiao Qi to the company office to play!
God! This is the rhythm of divorce!
Jiao Qi snorted lightly, rubbed it on the pillow, and opened his eyes tiredly. The tossing for two 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 a tone as evil as possible: "You still have the strength to say and laugh, it seems that you didn't have enough lessons last night." Having said that, his hands were unconscious. Hold the person tightly to make him lean more comfortably.
Jiao Qi raised his eyebrows, "Yeah, do you remember?"
"What, what..." The president stammered.
"Hehe, the guy with the domineering president's upper body can't control his strength so well," Jiao Qi patted his big hand on his waist, and narrowed his eyes dangerously. What lover did you bring to the company, Dior? Mr. 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?"
"Oh oh oh!"
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