Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[141 Mr. Nangong’s hidden secret (additional update)]

Song Xiaotou suddenly smiled and changed the subject: "Young Master, do you want to know who my daddy is?"

Nangong Jue's face darkened in confusion, and dark clouds gathered.

He lowered his head and replied slowly with his usual calm and domineering tone: "I don't like to repeat myself, but I also remember that I have already said that Song Xiaozhi is my woman, so from now on I am your father."

After that, he took long strides and left with a gloomy look on his face——

Shitou looked at his back and smiled. In fact, Young Master Nangong is quite cute when he is overbearing sometimes. No wonder his mother fought hard to block the gun for him!

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"Mommy, if you don't want to, Shitou doesn't need daddy. Shitou just needs mommy..."

In the dream, a pair of warm little hands caressed her cheek, his small body hugged her, and his soft thin lips were pressed against her cheek, "Shitou doesn't want mommy to be sad, nor does she want mommy to get hurt.

Therefore, Shitou does not need his father, but Shitou only needs his mother to be healthy..."

When Zhizhi heard such murmurs, his chest was suddenly grabbed, and it was tight and sore.

She opened her eyes in confusion and saw Shitou climbing onto the hospital bed at some point. In order not to touch her wounds, he carefully held her and fell asleep through the quilt.

Shi Shi's hand was still on her cheek...

Zhizhi raised his hand to touch it, only to realize that tears were forming in the corners of his eyes.

She looked at Shi Shi's sleeping face, her heart became heavy, and Tang Shuang's words began to echo in her ears.

Although Shi Shi is precocious and very sensible, he is still a child after all, and no child does not long for his father's love.

She touched Shi Shi's little face, lowered her eyes and thought deeply.

Song Xiaozhi, have you deprived Shitou of his right to have a father?

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Song Xiaozhi rested at Nangong's house for a few days. The serious chest injury healed quickly under An Yi's treatment. On this day, he was able to get out of bed and do simple activities in the room.

She was sitting on the balcony on the second floor of the research room basking in the warmth. From a distance, she saw Nangong Yu walking up from far away. It took less than five minutes to reach her.

Xiaozhi understood who the person was, but he was too tired and panicked, so he closed his eyes and leaned on the bench without saying anything.

Nangong Yu just looked at her bathing in the sun for a long time.

After a while, Zhizhi opened her eyes, and the golden sunlight covered her thick eyelashes with a layer of broken gold, "Why didn't you say anything when you came?"

Nangong Yu leaned on the railing, "I'm busy looking at you."

Zhizhi smiled faintly and said, "Such disgusting words are only coming from your mouth and I don't feel disgusted."

Nangong Yu's eyes lit up, "Xiao Zhi, are you giving me a hint?"

"No," Song Xiaozhi glanced at him, "because I've been sick for a long time and I've gotten used to it."

Nangong Yu was hit hard, "Xiao Zhi, do you know how long it has been since I met you that I haven't touched a woman?"

"Then how many women has the third young master met before?"

Nangong Yu raised his head and thought, there are really countless...

Zhizhi refused with a look on his face, "I know what you are thinking. I guarantee with my personality that we have never met before, and I am not one of the thousands of women you have ever had. How can you be so at ease, Third Young Master?"

"It's better to say disappointed than relieved."

Nangong Yu sighed softly and looked at Zhizhi again. She had closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

At this time, An Yi and Shi Shi came in. Shi Shi picked up a thin blanket and put it on Zhi Zhi. An Yi said: "Third Young Master, don't be offended. Zhi Zhi got an anesthetic injection for pain relief and fell asleep very quickly."

"Well", Nangong Yu lowered his head and glanced at Zhizhi. After a while, he suddenly bent down and said, "What should I do if I catch a cold if I sleep outside like this?"

As he spoke, he gently picked up Zhizhi and carried him back into the house with slow steps, as if he was afraid of waking Zhizhi.

An Yi asked Shitou: "Are your standards for choosing a father high? Is the third young master qualified to participate?"

"Everything I do is based on mommy!"

Shitou replied with a smile, and An Yi touched his head, "What do you think of the third young master?"

"Young Master Nangong is not bad."

"I thought you hated the eldest young master."

"It's man versus man."

"But the eldest young master can't be your biological father." An Yi held on to the railing and remembered some long-distant past events. "The young master's lack of sex with women is not a rumor, it is true. Because what happened in the past made the young master

he……"

Anyi paused, thinking that this was the secret of Nangong's family.

The young master kept a promise for one person, so he was not close to women.

"But... everything depends on your mommy's wishes, doesn't it?" An Yi changed the subject, "I'm hungry, let's go eat first."

An Yi waved her hand and urged, and Song Xiaotou paused for a moment, without saying anything, and quickly followed.

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Shitou: "Old Qi, use your intelligence network to help me check something out."

White Cat: "It's really strange that Shitou can ask me for help."

Shitou: "I want all the hidden information of a person from birth to now."

The so-called hidden information refers to extremely private information that is not known to anyone, ranging from a person's life, death, illness and old age, to the person's three meals a day, and the most concerning thing is of course the woman.

Hidden information is often used to blackmail and assassinate people in order to buy good things.

White Cat: "Say your name."

Shitou: "Nangong Jue."

White Cat: "Wait a moment..."

Song Xiaotou sat in front of the computer, holding a cup of milk tea and just took a sip when the other party responded.

White Cat: "Sorry, there is only official information, the rest has been destroyed."

Shitou looked at some of the information that had been passed on. They were all well-known written descriptions.

White Cat's intelligence network is one of the most complete in the world, but Master Nangong's information only has a few words, which shows that it has been deliberately hidden.

What is hidden?

He frowned unconsciously...

White Cat: "I do have information about Nangong Mo, the second young master of Nangong. Do you want it?"

Nangong Mo?

He hasn't learned how to be a man yet.

Shitou thought for a moment and said, "Send it to me."

The information was sent over, and Xiao Shitou read it carefully, and several of them very conspicuously attracted his attention.

1. Lived in the Rose Garden for many years, 2. has blood-red eyes, 3. has the ability to predict slightly, 4. experienced an arms deal accident five years ago, and his right leg was blown off, and now he is doing the most inconspicuous and insignificant job in Nangong Enterprises.

Data manager.

After Shitou read the information and deleted it, he thanked the white cat.

White Cat: "I heard that you sold the weapons production rights to the Nangong family at a high price, and now you are so eager to check the information of Young Master Nangong. Why, the little sheep was eaten, and he touched your mother?"

Shitou: “(╰_╯) Looking for death?

White Cat: "You kid, you just can't make fun of sheep, right?"

Shitou: "Beware of the white cat turning into a sick cat."

White Cat: “# o(︶︿︶)oI’m so scared.”

Shitou: "I'm logged off, please contact me if you have any questions."

White Cat: "Damn stone, show me how cute you are before you do it!"

Stone: “(→_→)”

The white cat lurked silently...

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"Master, there are two people who have been specially trained as family members. It seems that they have received strict training. Even if they are tortured more, they will never admit the people behind the scenes." An Yan whispered to Nangong Jue, who was sitting in front of the sofa.

The report said, "The injuries on Miss Song's body have also been proven to have been shot by one of the two."

Nangong Jue's plain face showed a bit of coldness. He stood up and said, "Take me to have a look."

An Yan led Nangong Jue towards the underground prison room——

When passing by the fountain, he saw a woman sitting in a wheelchair with her elbow on her chin and her head down watching the fish playing. Young Master Nangong's face turned ugly again.

He strode up to the woman in the wheelchair, turned her head to look at the fish in the water, and whispered: "I allow you to move outdoors, but I don't allow you to get wet here."

A few strands of wet hair stuck to her cheeks, her bright-toothed face turned around, she looked at him for a while with a pair of slightly dazed eyes, and then said: "It's unlucky that I can run into you.

"

Nangong Jue ignored her complaints, pushed her wheelchair to the middle of the sunny area, and said behind him, "An Yan, bring me a towel."

Zhizhi leaned on the wheelchair and glanced sideways at him, "Is the president going to serve me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a white towel was thrown on her head. Young Master Nangong said Leng Mei, "Wipe it off yourself."

Zhizhi is slightly angry...

No one in the Nangong family knows that people are inherently good in nature, and they all have no humanity at all.

She grabbed a towel and wiped her hair. After slowly wiping it twice, the towel was taken away again.

"Are you wiping so slowly because you want to catch a cold?" A very impatient and angry voice said, "Do you know you are a patient?"

President Nangong has never served anyone else.

When President Nangong helped Zhizhi wipe his hair, Zhizhi felt as if his neck was about to be broken.

She leaned on the wheelchair and enjoyed Young Master Nangong's service, lamenting in a low voice, "You are the one who should realize that I am a patient."

Nangong Jue threw away the towel and asked in a low voice: "What?"

Zhi Zhi Mo...

She has no habit of hitting the muzzle of a gun.

(Well, I saw various reminders for updates, so I diligently coded another chapter, a 3,000-word update. This chapter was also given to pro-jiangyan09_19, who presented me with flowers, angel_yang_302, who presented me with gold medals, and today.

All the friends who sent silent gifts and red envelopes~~ That’s it for today’s update, let’s continue tomorrow…)