Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【106 Miss Song, are you jealous】

No! She doesn’t want it!

Nangong was absolutely sure that no matter how domineering and persistent she was, she could not change anyone who declared that she was his. He was a member of the Nangong family.

She shouldn't have anything to do with the Nangong family, especially this dangerous man who she couldn't resist.

Song Xiaozhi thought of this, clasped his calf with one hand, turned his right hand, quickly pulled out the self-defense knife, and used his arm to drive the violent wind towards Nangong Jue——

There was a sonorous sound, and Song Xiaozhi groaned in pain.

The dagger fell to the ground, and his hand clasped the artery on her wrist, causing her face to turn pale in pain.

"Miss Song," he breathed hot breath on her cheek, his face was still cold, and his tone was more indulgent and gentle than usual, "I won't give you a second chance to hurt me."

If you struggle at this time, you will only get tougher treatment from him.

Zhizhi can clearly distinguish who is strong and who is weak, and can also distinguish the situation clearly.

"It hurts..." Her face turned, her upper lip bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with pity, "President, it hurts when you catch me..."

Her behavior is always just right.

Nangong Jue let go of her arm, walked into the inner room, and put her on the big bed.

"If I'm going to finish you off, I'll give you medicine."

Following his words, his body moved up to hers, his tall figure pressing down on her thin and slender body.

Zhizhi snorted softly and grabbed his shoulders, unable to resist.

Yaya, what do you mean you have to finish her off before applying the medicine? Can you not make it so obvious that your body is burning with lust?

Song Xiaozhi raised countless middle fingers in his heart to despise himself.

Song Xiaozhi, you are a coward, you have been ranked as the third killer for nothing, please resist, resist, resist, ah ah ah...

He was roaring in his head, but his body refused to obey him, lying under him as soft as a puddle of mud.

Nangong was always rough with clothes. He pulled it with his big hand, and his body felt cool, leaving only his poor white underwear.

When she got close to her naked body, there was already a pile of rags on the ground.

When she saw him taking off his shirt and revealing his muscular upper body, a thin layer of pink appeared on her face. No matter how she roared in her mind, she couldn't take her eyes away to admire his noble and beautiful figure.

"Nangong Jue," she said subconsciously, "you monster."

Nangong Jue's eyes twitched and he smiled, the first smile Song Xiaozhi had ever seen.

"Miss Song, it seems you don't hate me."

"I hate you. My whole family hates you. My aunt, second brother-in-law, third sister-in-law, and sixth aunt all hate you..."

He leaned forward and captured her lips again, blocking all her words.

Nangong Jue's heart was filled with emotion, and the desire in her belly was as strong as iron. He got close to her and couldn't get rid of her.

"Don't..." Zhizhi panicked and began to feel a little scared, "Nangong Jue, don't..."

She doesn't want to be shackles of being a woman of the Nangong family forever.

His big palms clasped her waist, and he desperately covered her fiery body...

"Master, there is an urgent call."

Inside and outside, the sound of opening the door and walking quickly came suddenly. It was An Yan's voice.

"Master, this is an urgent call from the master."

Song Xiaozhi immediately wanted to hug Mr. Nangong’s thigh and say that you are really the reincarnated Bodhisattva, the savior!

Nangong Jue made a move, looked at Song Xiaozhi who suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and frowned.

"Telephone", Zhizhi pointed to the door, "President, your urgent call."

He asked coldly, "Are you happy?"

"No," Zhizhi made a bitter look on his face, "Definitely no, definitely not."

"Young Master, I can't keep you waiting for too long..."

An Yan stood in front of the inner door, embarrassed and continued to urge.

Song Xiaozhi grinned and smiled unscrupulously, "President, I can't keep the old man waiting for a long time."

Nangong Jueleng glanced at Zhizhi and stood up solemnly.

He casually threw on the hanging nightgown and walked out.

Zhizhi wrapped Chiguo's body in a sheet and breathed a sigh of relief.

She jumped out of bed, grabbed Nangong Jue's big shirt from the closet and put it on her body.

The conversation between Nangong Jue and Mr. Nangong could be heard outside.

These two simple words left Zhizhi stunned on the spot.

"Why did the eldest lady of the Ou family change her mind to marry me?"

"Okay, I'll marry you."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xiaozhi heard Nangong Jue whispering instructions to An Yan.

"An Yan, within three days, arrange an engagement banquet between me and the eldest lady of the Ou family."

"Yes, Master."

Nangong Jue is getting engaged.

Zhizhi lowered his head and found that his hand, which was wearing a shirt, was stretched out in mid-air. He paused in the air for a long time without noticing it.

She closed her eyes and buttoned up her shirt when Nangong Jue opened the door and walked in.

After closing the door, his eyebrows showed his usual indifference, "An Yi will send you clothes later."

Zhizhi sat by the bed, glanced at him, but didn't answer.

He took off his nightgown, put on his shirt, straightened his clothes, and told Zhizhi, "Come here and wear a tie."

Song Xiaozhi didn't want to get up or go over, but Liangliang refused: "No."

Nangong gave her a despairing look and said slowly: "Miss Song, don't forget your responsibilities."

"Is what I said just now considered a criticism of my work?" She asked quietly without moving.

He didn't answer.

Zhizhi stood up and raised his usual nonchalant smile, "I understand, but I won't do this kind of service again in the future."

Walked next to her and tied his tie for him.

Nangong Jue was very tall, and Zhizhi could barely reach his neck by standing on tiptoes with his bare feet.

She grabbed her tie and reminded herself many times not to kill him, telling herself that he is your owner. Then she relaxed her frustration and started to tie her tie carefully.

He tilted his head and looked at her with her little face tilted up as she struggled to tie her tie. He couldn't help but tilt his head and pecked her lips.

Zhizhi was stunned and furious, "You woodpecker, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck your sister!"

Nangong Jue snorted coldly and replied coolly, "I don't have a sister."

Song Xiaozhi had the urge to bribe all members of the killer organization to assassinate Nangong Jue.

After tying his tie haphazardly, Song Xiaozhi turned around and said angrily: "It's done, you're a big CEO who can't take care of himself."

Nangong ignored her words and walked behind her, grabbing her hand and asking, "Is your wrist injured?"

"I can't die." She pulled back her hand with an angry look on her face, "This is an injury caused by you. Either you are responsible for it and you pay me compensation, or you don't ask."

Nangong Jue immediately stood in front of her and looked at her sideways.

"Miss Song," he stared at her red and white face, leaned down and held the corner of the table with one hand to get closer to her, "your tone sounds very jealous.