Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[144 Miss Song was proposed to for the first time]

"Zhizhi", Nangong Mo's eyes turned warm and turned to Song Xiaozhi, "Who was the kid just now?"

Zhizhi looked at him and hesitated: "Don't you know how to predict? Why are you asking me?"

"Little Shitou?" He had white teeth and a jade-like smile, "No wonder you always like to wear gray clothes."

Zhi Zhimo...

"Zhizhi," Nangong Mo continued to ask, "Can you tell me why the stone looks so similar to me?"

Song Xiaozhi remained silent...

"Zhizhi, I want to take Shitou for DNA testing. If he is my child, I will be responsible." He said solemnly.

"Have you had many women before?" Zhizhi suddenly asked.

Nangong Mo shook his head, "Not much, but I was crazy when I was young."

"Are you cruel to women?"

Nangong Mo hesitated, "There are indeed some differences between my personality before and now."

Zhizhi thought for a moment, "Is your shower gel the children's orange-scented shower gel from Carrefour supermarket that costs 15 and 80 cents?"

When Nangong Mo heard this, his fair cheeks turned slightly crimson, his thin lips tugged slightly, but he did not answer.

She guessed it right!

Zhizhi looked at him with strange eyes and continued to ask: "Be responsible, how are you going to take responsibility?"

Nangong Mo looked up, with a serious expression that Zhizhi had never seen before, "Of course I want to marry you, but... I don't like forcing people, and I want you to be willing to marry."

Seeing the different expressions on Zhi Zhi's face, he whispered tentatively and asked, "Do you need me to bring a stone to test my DNA?"

Of course I will marry you, of course I will marry you, of course I will marry you... Is this a proposal!

Is this Song Xiaozhi’s first marriage proposal?

Song Xiaozhi's mind was bombarded by torpedoes, making it rough and difficult to think, and he was on the verge of crashing.

She raised her eyes and glanced at Nangong Mo. Faced with his sincere and serious tone, she put her hands on her chest, rolled her eyes, and fell down.

Pretending to be faint...

Nangong Mo's expression changed, and he quickly supported Zhizhi impatiently, lying her flat on the sofa, and called from behind: "An Yi, she has fainted, come here and take a look."

The big one and the small one, who were lying in front of the bedroom door and listening in rapt attention, suddenly woke up and stood up straight.

Shitou rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Mommy pretended to be dead again."

An Yi sighed, "You have included the second young master in your father-conquering army, haven't you?"

Shitou looked at the enchanting red eyes of Second Young Master Nangong through the crack in the door, and said with a smile: "It's better to have multiple choices."

An Yi patted his head and said, "Two days ago, I was saying that I admired the young master, but I changed my mind when I saw something different."

Shitou snorted coldly, "The competition is fierce and the fittest will survive."

An Yi looked at Nangong Mo's anxious face outside the door and sighed: "It's good to have a son, so you can attract love."

She opened the door and walked out, going to the sofa to treat someone.

Song Xiaotou held the doorknob with one hand, looked at Nangong Mo's big hand with her big eyes, and unconsciously touched her hair with her right hand. There was an imperceptible sense of satisfaction on her pretty and pink face...

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After Nangong Mo left, An Yi raised his hand and slapped Song Xiaozhi on the head, "Everyone is gone, stop pretending!"

Zhizhi sat up from the bed with a cry and responded angrily, "An Yi, you beat a patient, you are not worthy of the position of a doctor."

"I still think the word doctor is not good enough for me!" An Yi said proudly, "Besides, I'm not a doctor, I'm a ghost doctor, okay, Miss Song?"

Knowing is speechless.

"Miss Song, pretending to be dead is omnipotent, right?" An Yi Fengliang asked.

Zhizhi raised his lips and smiled, "Pretending to be dead is a technical job. If you don't pretend to be dead, you will die. You should learn from it."

An Yi helped her stand up, "I don't know what to say to you, I just know how to escape."

Knowing but silent.

An Yi was angry, "Why don't you just call me Song Buyan from now on."

Zhizhi looked at her and said with a smile: "An Yi, you are very good at naming. If I give birth to a daughter, I might consider giving her a name like this."

An Yi was helpless and said: "The young master is coming over tonight, please prepare."

Then, she saw with satisfaction that Miss Song's face turned from white to green, from green to red, from red to black, and finally turned into an angry word and shouted: "Your sister is ready! I am not Nangong Jue."

The concubine."

"You are right, the young master has given orders to stay here tonight."

When Zhizhi heard An Yi's words, before she had time to answer, she saw Xiao Shitou walking out of the room holding a pillow and rubbing his sleepy eyes. He yawned and said, "Mommy, tonight it's me and the goshawk and the white cat Qingye."

WOW carnival night, now I have to catch up on my sleep, please don’t come into my room and disturb me.”

Zhizhi gritted her teeth and felt helpless as she looked at his little back...

Why does her son's elbow always turn outward at critical moments?

An Yi leaned on her elbows and smiled. Little Pebbles turned out to be the rules of equal competition for everyone to have a chance!

Young master rises up, goddamn daddy!

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Because Song Xiaozhi was seriously injured, he usually had dinner early, but today because he was ordered to have dinner with Young Master Nangong, he waited until sunset in the west for Young Master Nangong's arrival.

Xiao Shitou locked the door tightly and slept in his bedroom.

An Yi randomly made a bad excuse and went out, claiming that he would not be back tonight, and even if he came back, he would try not to disturb them.

It seems that Young Master Nangong came here just for some disharmonious things.

Nangong Jue walked into the research room and saw Zhizhi lying on the sofa with his hands in his hands, reading comics with gusto and waiting for him, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

He strode over, sat next to her, and whispered, "Have you been obedient today?"

Zhizhi closed the book and looked back at him, "Although I haven't gone out, young master, your tone is talking to five-year-old Song Xiaozhi, right?"

This disciplinary tone makes people very uncomfortable.

(On Singles Day, Ms. Song was proposed to, but she still pretended to be faint. Don’t be too happy! The bachelor’s ME said that today’s code was so sad...)