Mr. Dior Chapter 12 Part2

BOOK II: The Subst.i.tute Lover of the Rich and Powerful Boss_Chapter 5.2

Jiao Qi turned his head to look at him, and then smiled. In the past, he used to like eating spicy food. But then after they got married, Zhang Chenfei disallowed him to eat this type of food in consideration of his weak stomach. And every time he wants to be angry, this guy would always come over and kiss him. This way, he would have no way out and will gradually be persuaded to not eat such food anymore.

“Hot Pot.”

This little goblin is clearly making use of the fact that he resembles his “White Moonlight” to demand such an excessive request. But, the president is not an ordinary person. He is the man who controls the lifeblood of the global economy and of course, he will never admit defeat. Hence, he will definitely let this beloved little subst.i.tute eat his hot pot!

After half an hour, the broth was set on the dining table.

The two large plates of snow mountain lamb were brought back by Gao s.h.i.+qing's cla.s.smates from the time they went on hunting. It was said that the lamb is a top-cla.s.s rare delicacy, so Zhangda Diao made it into finely sliced mutton rolls. In addition, there is also a bowl of deer blood, replacing the duck blood, which will then be added to the hot soup base.

{T/N: Duck blood or duck blood tofu is one of the ingredients that one may include in their hotpot, especially in China or by a majority of the Chinese population. Check on this  to learn more.}

The deer blood was just a bit dry, but nonetheless, Jiao Qi's dinner was extremely satisfying!

The days in September are starting to heat up. Compared to the cool nights at the villa in the suburbs, the downtown could be considered a thermal island.

Inside the room, the air conditioning is turned on. Jiao Qi flipped over inside the warm goose down quilt. The outer layer of the bolster in between them is velvet, and this type of cloth only increases the degree of heat he's currently feeling. After a few days, his body has already recovered its former vitality. Maybe due to eating deer blood, he suddenly felt aroused, like he had returned to his young and vigorous 17 or 18-year-old body.

Jiao Qi is not feeling shy at all. While resting his body on the bolster, he stretched out his hand to grope his family's lao gong.

“What are you doing?” Zhang Chenfei apparently has not yet fallen asleep. He grabbed the hand that's indiscriminately groping his body and glared at him unhappily.

“I'm a little hot.” The lovely little wife picked up the bolster and threw it away. Then he squeezed his body into his lao gong's quilt.

“…” President-daren stares at the little subst.i.tute in his bosom with a complex look. To be honest, he is also feeling very thirsty due to the heat and his desire has also been stimulated. But this type of proactive little subst.i.tute is so much unlike his Yanyan. Due to this, he is sort of feeling guilty of betraying his male G.o.d.

Jiao Qi is unaware that Zhangda Diao is letting his imaginations run wild at this moment. He stuck his hot body closer to his lao gong's body and sighed comfortably.

Zhang Chenfei finally couldn't bear it anymore. So he turned over and pressed down the little subst.i.tute. He sneered at him and said, “Your unrestrained self doesn't resemble my Yanyan. ”

“F***!” Jiao Qi kicked him with his foot and sat up to leave.

‘Forget about not fulfilling your husband and wife obligation, you even dare to say that I am unrestrained?!'

He jumped down from the bed furiously, wore his slippers and walked over to the bathroom, ready to solve his burning desire.

‘This Mr. Da Diao's big d*ck is useless!'

Jiao Qi has just walked for two steps when he was suddenly stopped by the president and was subsequently thrown back into the nice and warm goose down quilt.

“Daring to provoke me, but still had the guts to flee?” said Zhang Chenfei sarcastically and then turned around. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he took out a set of clothes and threw it over. “Put this on, and ‘I will feed you till your full'.”

What could it be? Jiao Qi crossed over to catch the set of clothes and when he looked at it, his face immediately flushed in embarra.s.sment.

Contrary to expectation, it was not an outlandish shameful dress, but a set of dark blue sportswear with yellow stripes. To be precise, it looks the same as the uniform he used to wear at his high school alma mater.

The clothes are clearly brand new. Obviously, the president looked for people to make it in the past two days.

In order to compensate his little subst.i.tute for ignoring his cheap advances recently, it is safe to say that the president underwent a painstaking effort to make up with him.

“I am not going to wear it.” Jiao Qi threw the clothes aside. His pink toes inside the white down quilt curled up slightly, indicating his embarra.s.sment.

“This is not up to you.” The president took out a cigar from inside the drawer, but he did not cut it. He just held it in his mouth to exhibit the imposing manner of a lofty tyrant. “If you will not put it on, then I will not pay for your father!”

“……ha?”

It seems like this hurdle is not easy to pa.s.s.

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