9 billion flash marriage: luxury president busy every night

"Why didn't you say that earlier? If I knew it was like this, I didn't want to lurk around you at the beginning! I was eaten by you and wiped clean. Now I still have a steamed bun in my stomach. Thank you Xin Yue said that he entrusted Qu Baba.

Bai Jingting was stunned. "Oh, I finally understand that you were so kind to please me. Together with you, you came to cover the situation of Ji Zhengting from me for your best friend?"

Xinyue knew that she had let slip her words, which would be a little guilty. She said with a smile, "er Actually Not all of them. You see, you are talented, elegant, knowledgeable, educated, quality, self-restraint, figure, temperament, commonly known as man's version of wanrenfan, you say, if I don't move, can I be normal? "

Xinyue pick eyebrows, this flattery is absolutely loud enough.

"That's all?" Bai Jingting is quite satisfied with her flattery, but not very satisfied.

“……” Shit! Isn't that enough? She's so big that she hasn't flattered so loud, OK?

But In order to satisfy the flaunting heart of the barrister, she decided to be cheeky once and hook her finger to let him come near. Barrister Bai cooperated and leaned forward. Xin Yue gave him four words in his ear, "Qi - Big - Live - good."

Barrister Bai's eyes are half narrowed, and the dark light at the bottom of his eyes is in danger. It's just a word, which makes his body extremely sensitive. His hands are fast and accurate

"Well..." Xinyue is unprepared, and is teased by him. Barrister Bai was praised. He was in a super good mood. In addition, his little wife was shy and couldn't stop.

Button up a shirt, one was torn, buttons were broken off several. Xinyue see wolf like tiger husband adult pressure over, scared Dun such as Banbi fawn.

"Bai Jingting, you have gone too far!" Last night, he did it twice for three hours. Today, even she was not allowed to go down to eat breakfast. It would not be easy for her to relax. He came again!

"If you are praised by your wife, you must reward her."

"I don't want to reward you." Some people want to cry without tears.

"Yes, praise me is for my performance."

“……” No way to communicate!

……

After Song Qingcheng wakes up, he checks all the missed calls. Strangely enough, except for a few missed calls from Xin Yue, there is only one missed call from Su Yu.

I didn't get a call back from the interview. It's not very reasonable!

Is it in the afternoon?

Well, that's all she can think about. When I left my cell phone and got up to take a bath, I thought of her bun again.

I don't know if he is not used to a new strange environment. Can he fall asleep after changing his strange bed?

Can baozi sleep without mummy telling fairy tales?

At night, xiaobaozi is going to pee. Will someone accompany him?

What did you eat in the morning? What are you doing now?

Ji's breakfast is so good that you don't have to worry about it. But Ji Zhengting went to work and didn't know who he gave the steamed stuffed buns to?

……

Top floor office of Ji's building.

"Young master, this can't be played."

Baozi is reaching for a small display painting, and the secretary next to him comes to stop it. That painting looks small, but it is one of the most classic paintings by famous British writers, with a market value of tens of millions!

Baozi pouts his lips and looks at his father sitting at his desk.

"Give it to him!" A person's head didn't lift, and he spoke with great pride.

Xiaobaozi took the words down and looked at them seriously.

“……” Little secretary.

The chief executive doesn't know where to get a steamed stuffed bun overnight, which is the big news in the company. I didn't expect that the president would spoil Baozi and play with tens of millions of famous paintings.

"Young master, you can't touch this. It's very expensive."

Xiaobaozi has another fancy to a vase. It was something in the Imperial Palace during the Ming Dynasty. There was no market for it. Small secretary directly into the arms, determined not to let small steamed stuffed bun play.

Xiaobaozi is not happy.

"Give it to him!" The chief executive spoke again.

“……” The little secretary can't accept it. Looked at the vase in my arms, and looked at the small steamed stuffed bun, the eyes, it seems to say: small steamed bun, you must be careful, this is all money!

Small steamed stuffed bun happy hand over, the result is too heavy, a did not hold, smashed!

"Bang!" The sound of a broken ring, as if the whole building followed the shaking.

Little secretary exclaimed, looking at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, his heart also broke.

My God, this priceless treasure is destroyed like this.

Another look at the chief executive, who helped with his work in a calm manner, and was not affected at all. He just threw over two words, "swept!"

“……” Money, willfulness!

Fortunately, since xiaobaozi smashed a vase, he honestly went to play with his toys. The office of the chief executive is a children's playground, and it is also a large playground.Gao Xin went out for a day and finally returned to the company before noon. I came to report to the president. As soon as I pushed the door in, I was shocked by the scene in the office.

"Wow, this What's going on here? " Gao Xin only saw a mess and had no place to walk. As he walked in, he cleaned up the toys under his feet.

"Secretary Gao is here just in time. Help me to have a look. I'll go to the bathroom." The little secretary was busy taking care of xiaobaozi all morning. He didn't go to the bathroom. Seeing Gao Xin come in, it was like catching a savior.

Before Gao Xin had time to reply, he saw a black shadow "whooshing" in front of him.

What's the situation? Do you need to be in such a hurry?

"Daddy, I seem to be a little hungry!" Baozi kneaded his belly and came out of the sofa.

Gao Xin sees a small steamed bun coming out, and his eyes are about to stare out. I'll go. Where did this little bun come from? Why does Mao look so much like the president?

Is

"Uncle, what's wrong with your eyes?" Xiaobaozi has come to him and asked him.

Gao Xin regained his mind, and his eyes were staring astringently. His eyes moved for a while, "is there something wrong with my eyes?"

"It seems that my eyes are going to fall out!"

“……” Gao Xin wants to say: it's not because I saw you, a little steamed bun!

Ji Zhengting had put down his work and came over. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "It's almost time to have lunch. What would you like to eat?"

He bent over and picked up the bun.

"Well..." Xiaobaozi thought for a moment, "I want to eat chicken legs."

"Puff --" Gao Xin laughs. After thinking for a long time, I thought of chicken leg It's too low, isn't it?!

Xiaobaozi looked at him, and the chief executive also gave him a cold look. Gao Xin takes a step back.

"What would you like to eat besides chicken legs?" The chief executive asked his son.