Mr.Dior | 迪奥先生 [BL]

Chapter 10

A loud voice, that’s almost like shouting, caused the several servants to be startled.

The new little servant girl, Jing Jing, is completely ignorant about the matters in the villa and was immediately frightened by the scene in front of her.

“You come with me.” Zhang Chenfei took a deep breath and grabbed Jiao Qi’s wrist to drag him upstairs.

“I’m not going. I want to eat.” Jiao Qi shook off his hand. He did not eat lunch and only ate some dessert snacks in the afternoon. He specially instructed the kitchen to serve dinner at an earlier time.

At this moment, Jiao Qi was so dizzy that he isn’t willing to follow Zhangda Diao and exhaust himself to go along with this act.

“You dare to defy my orders?!” President-daren looked angry as he fiercely gripped the little substitute’s arm, locked it tightly, and dragged him upstairs.

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eeing this scene unfold in front of her, Jing Jing couldn’t help but whisper to the other servants, “It turns out that the life of the rich and powerful families is not so easy, ah.”

All of the servants, may it be the girls, boys, or aunts, looked at this scene with disbelief. They were utterly shocked on how, suddenly, their Master Zhang’s courage was so big that he dared to treat their Mistress Jiao that way.

As for Jiao Qi, his stomach aches so much that he couldn’t stand steadily anymore. However, he was forcibly pulled up by his lao gong. At this, Jiao Qi immediately frowned. His complexion also became poor, as he said, “Don’t move, I feel bad.”

The sound of Jiao Qi’s voice is very soft, even softer than the usual volume of speech. Almost everyone around did not hear it, but Zhang Chenfei heard it clearly. This sentence seemed to possess magic or charm, as the fire-breathing giant dragon instantly stopped and calmed down.

“What’s the matter?” The president released his grip on his lovely little wife and saw him slowly bend over while covering his stomach. He hurriedly hugged the man and sat back on the sofa. Touching that pale little face, the loving look in Mr. Dior’s eyes almost wanted to turn himself into a substance that could take away his pain.

“Yanyan’s stomach is also not good, and doesn’t always remember to eat,” mumbled Zhang Chenfei, as he took Jiao Qi into his embrace. He placed his warm big hand over his little wife’s shirt to warm up his belly. Then, he raised his head to order Jing Jing, the person standing the nearest to them, “Go to the medicine cabinet and bring over the stomach medicine. It is the first golden box at the third row from the left.”

“Yes, Mister.” Jing Jing complied and went over to get the medicine. Regarding this abrupt change in the plot, it was too fast that she’s unable to adapt quickly. With a confused expression, she looked over at her little friends.

But those girls, boys, and aunts are showing an “as expected” look as they smiled silently to themselves.

The butler carried over a bowl of hot soup and a cup of warm water.

Zhang Chenfei took a small laddle and scooped out a spoonful of medicine and fed it into Jiao Qi’s mouth.

Being watched by so many people, Jiao Qi finds it a little embarrassing. He pinched his lao gong’s wrist to indicate that he could feed himself on his own. But Mr. Zhang simply ignored it, and continued to feed him seriously.