Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[140 Miss Song’s professional value]

Song Xiaozhi couldn't get out of bed yet, so she sat on the hospital bed to eat. She glanced at the man sitting directly in front of her, staring closely at her, and swallowed her meal with difficulty, looking uncomfortable.

"Not delicious?" A mellow and deep male voice escaped from his thin lips.

These three words obviously offended Xiao Shitou, who was drinking strawberry milk not far away. He raised his big dark eyes, shot a cold light at the man, and said sarcastically: "I guess it's not that it's not delicious, it's the presence of someone who makes it hard to eat."

pharynx."

The stone is mighty!

Song Xiaozhi clapped his hands in his heart, he really deserves to be raised by her.

Nangong Jue narrowed his eyes and looked at the disrespectful little guy sitting on the stool, and hummed: "Are you her?"

"I am mommy's son, so I naturally know what mommy thinks."

"Really? Then tell me, why did she block the gun for me?"

Song Xiaotou paused and fell silent.

Mommy, this is really embarrassing for you. I have nothing to say and nothing to say in reply!

Nangong Jue turned his eyes and asked Song Xiaozhi, "Miss Song, why did you block the gun for me?"

Song Xiaozhi fell on the quilt and wanted to pretend to be dead...

"You just woke up less than fifteen minutes ago. If you want to continue sleeping, I will sleep with you."

Zhi Zhi coughed dryly and felt ashamed because of how shameless CEO Nangong was.

She answered calmly, "My feet are slippery."

"Your feet are really slippery." Nangong Jue's eyes were ambiguous.

Song Xiaozhi turned away from him and said loudly: "I'm afraid that no one will pay the mission fee if you die. I have completed the mission, wouldn't it be a huge loss?"

Nangong Jue stared deeply at her face, "If this is really the case, why are you blushing? Are you lying?"

Zhizhi was unable to resist and looked at Song Xiaotou for help.

Song Xiaotou raised his head, looked out the window, and said to himself, "The clouds are so white today..."

Song Xiaozhi gritted his teeth, Song Xiaotou, your ability to ignore me has gone to a new level!

Under the gaze of two men, one large and one small, Zhizhi finished the meal very slowly and with great difficulty. Someone came over to clear the plates and said, "Master, there are many things in my family. I have gone back to my family."

Nangong Jue responded calmly and looked at Song Xiaotou.

Based on his understanding of the old man, he would definitely not give up until Song Xiaotou's origin was revealed, but how could he compromise so easily this time?

But not pursuing the case may not be a bad thing for him.

"Mommy, Aunt An gave you the medicine." Shitou came over and handed over a few pills and a glass of water.

Zhizhi frowned, "I have to take medicine every day again, right?"

"Mommy, you were seriously injured this time. The gunshot wound happened to be on the pacemaker. The bullet missed by 2 centimeters and penetrated the chest. Although you saved your life," Shitou raised his eyebrows, "But if you survive the disaster, you need to take medicine."

"

Zhizhi took the medicine and drank it. Nangong Jue said quietly: "You have heart disease, why didn't I know?"

You didn’t even ask!

Song Xiaozhi rolled her eyes at him, "I have the right to hide personal privacy."

He looked at her, his dark eyes had a depth that Zhizhi couldn't understand. After a long while, he uttered three words, "Is it serious?"

"As long as your mood doesn't fluctuate too much, you don't often engage in dangerous sports, and you control your bad temper, you generally won't get sick." Shitou answered for Zhizhi competently.

Young Master Nangong's face turned completely dark.

What she does every day, what she says, and her temperament completely violate the taboo of being ill.

She doesn’t want to live anymore, does she?

"Miss Song," Nangong Jue ordered, "Follow me from now on. Resign the killer and change your temper."

I'm so embarrassed...

"Is the president deciding my life? Is the president forcing me to change my career? Is the president forcing people to be your subordinates?"

"Obviously," Nangong Jue said calmly, "Yes."

Song Xiaozhi is embarrassed again and again.

She was quiet for a while and then said, "Forgive me for not being able to obey. The killer industry needs me."

Hearing this, Shitou raised his head and suddenly said: "Mommy, actually you already have a new mission?"

"New mission?"

"Boss contacted me two days ago. Mommy has been assigned a long-term mission. She will be responsible for being the bodyguard of a family within this year. However, due to your injury, Mommy, the mission will start a little later."

"Where's the mission fee?"

"a lot of."

Zhizhi saw gold flying all over the sky.

She smiled at Nangong Jue, "See, CEO, this is the time to reflect my professional value."

Nangong Jue's face was expressionless, "Does Miss Song know who the master is?"

I know I have an ominous premonition in my heart.

"It's the old man," Nangong Jue sneered, "This year, you are a member of the Nangong family!"

Depend on!

Zhi Zhi Nu said, "People with two broken pockets like to show off."

"Miss Song can choose not to have these two broke people."

"Why not? My dad is not Li Gang!"

Song Xiaozhi felt suffocated, pulled up the quilt and fell on the bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep...

She has congenital heart disease and cannot get out of bed, so she has no other way to vent her anger except sleeping.

Nangong Jue stood up, pulled the quilt for her, and whispered: "Take good care of your injuries."

Shitou looked at the tall and handsome figure of Young Master Nangong and smiled.

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Nangong Jue left the research room and asked An Yi about Zhizhi's injury, and then returned to the villa with An Yan.

Seeing this, Shi Shi jumped off the stool and followed him with a glass of strawberry milk.

Nangong Jue looked back at the little man following him, "Why are you following me?"

The warmth in Shitou's eyes turned cold, "Young Master Nangong, I have the right to know the result of the interrogation."

"Two groups of people," Nangong Jue replied in a deep voice, "One group does belong to the Ou family, and the other group is too tight-lipped and the envoy has not yet been found out."

Shitou looked at him sideways, "I wonder how Young Master Nangong tried?"

"Are you interested?" Nangong Jue raised his eyebrows.

"Eagle boiling, flogging in Singapore, stoning in Saudi Arabia, which punishment did you use?" Shitou took a sip of milk, looking innocent.

An Yan couldn't help but look at Song Xiaotou in horror. How old is this child to be proficient in so many deadly poisons in the world?

Nangong Jue chuckled softly and continued coldly, "I only used breast piercing, a branding iron, and severed fingers. If you don't say anything else, I will consider skinning you alive tonight."

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