Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[146 Children with mothers are not easy to mess with]

An Yi was away, Shi Tou was sleeping in the room, and An Yan didn't follow him to the research room, so dinner became a serious problem that the two of them had to face.

Song Xiaozhi leaned on the sofa and looked like he was dying, "President, there is no dinner left. Please help me call for takeout. I want to eat pizza."

Nangong Jue picked up an arms magazine on the table and flipped through it slowly without raising his eyelids, "You do it."

"I am a patient with a serious risk of death!" Song Xiaozhi reminded again, "I also have congenital heart disease."

He turned his head, raised his hand, and stroked her hair as if to soothe a puppy, "Be good and do it."

"Be your sister!"

Nangong Jue paused as he lifted the book, raised his eyebrows, and looked at her, "You want to make a sister for Song Xiaotou with me?"

"Fuck! If I were taller and stronger than you, I would kill you right now."

Song Xiaozhi was bloody.

"If it weren't for the bullet wound you took for me now," he snorted, "I would definitely want you now."

Zhizhi saw him looking at her with burning eyes again, and she was stared at by that monster's cold face for too long, and her heart immediately began to beat wildly.

Damn, jump, jump, jump your sister!

What to do if you jump to death!

Miss Song was so twisted that she even felt disgusted with her own heart!

The heart expresses innocence...

Zhizhi looked back and said calmly: "Okay, I'll do it, then eat instant noodles."

"No," Nangong Jue refused, "I don't eat junk food."

"Eat bread."

"Not interested."

"McDonald's, KFC?"

"I don't like it."

Zhizhidui, "Do it yourself!"

Nangong Jue looked at her pink cheeks that were red from anger, put down the book, stood up and approached her, lowered his head and pecked her pink skin, "Miss Song, do you want to eat the food I cooked?"

Zhizhi was so disturbed by his breath on her cheeks that she couldn't think properly. Her mind was in a blur, so she nodded and said yes.

Young Master Nangong smiled proudly and gratifiedly, and kissed her cheek again, "Wait."

Zhizhi is fantasy...

This kind of person who refuses to take soft and hard advice and likes sudden changes in behavior is medically called a patient with organic mental disorder syndrome. In short, he is a pervert.

There was a noise in the kitchen, and Song Xiaozhi breathed a sigh of relief, stroking his empty belly and waiting for CEO Nangong's feast.

Half an hour has passed...

The sound in the kitchen didn't stop, but the smell of rice didn't come out.

Song Xiaozhi stood up and walked into the kitchen. He saw the tall and elegant young master Nangong standing in front of the pot, staring angrily at the motionless bottom of the pot in front of him.

Zhizhi walked over and asked, "What is the president doing?"

"meal."

She looked at the so-called rice, an egg, neither black nor mushy, maintaining its original shape when it was put into the pot.

Song Xiaozhi kindly reminded: "President, did you forget to fire?"

As he said this, he touched the bottom with his hand, clicked and twisted, and sparks suddenly popped up from under the pot.

Nangong Jue dropped the spatula and said coldly: "You bastard, why can't it fire automatically? Who designed such a low-end thing!"

Low end?

This is the latest model of the stove, and it has been widely praised for its hidden switch design that does not affect the appearance. However, it seems to have caused a lot of trouble for Young Master Nangong.

Although Zhizhi concealed all the expressions of contempt from his heart, "Omnipotent CEO, I admire you very much, I really do."

Nangong Jue's cold light struck him, and his handsome face turned gloomy, "Miss Song, do you know that it's best not to say anything at this time?"

Song Xiaozhi took the spatula and fried eggs in his hand, and said nothing but joy, and forced two sweet dimples out of his smooth face.

She turned her head and looked at Nangong Jueshi, who was still observing the switch with a frown, and couldn't help but laugh and endure the pain.

If you shoot this scene and relax during a gathering of all members of the Nangong family, it will definitely create a climax!

"Miss Song," a dark voice rang in my ears, "Do you know what it feels like to be deprived of oxygen?"

Zhi Zhi Lai didn't have time to wave the spatula to stop him, then he felt himself being forced to turn around, followed by a strong kiss, and the rich and delicious light male scent filled his nose.

In a brief exclamation, his lips and tongue were plundered, and the city had been captured and collapsed...

Miss Song experienced the feeling of hypoxia...

Young Master Nangong then also experienced the taste of fried, burnt and bitter eggs...

Zhizhi looked at him frowning as he ate the burnt black items, and sneered in his heart.

It's your own fault.

◆qian◇mo◆mo◆◆◇Original first release◇◆

Didi's alarm clock rang. Song Xiaotou sat up from the bed, pulled over the computer and glanced at the screen, waving her fingers quickly.

Shitou: "White Cat, your efficiency is so slow that I can't accept it."

White Cat: "The Jack family's whereabouts are erratic. They never have a fixed place. There is no headquarters at all. Where do you want me to go to check?"

Shitou: "I'm beginning to doubt the coverage of your intelligence network. Forget it, I'll ask someone else..."

White Cat: "Don't insult my professional standards, you damn boy!"

Two minutes later, a report came.

White Cat: "At three o'clock in the morning, the Jack family has arms transactions in Asia. There is only so much information about them near the Tokyo port."

Shitou: "Let the goshawk pick me up within an hour."

White Cat: "( ⊙ o ⊙ ) You want to go to the transaction site? Shitou, the Jack family... is not easy to mess with. Please think about it..."

Shi Shi sneered, "They should regret messing with my mommy."

The white cat was ashamed, "I know your abilities, but they are all lunatics who are well-trained to kill without batting an eye and armed with heavy weapons."

Shitou: "Tell Goshawk my specific location and we'll talk next time."

White Cat: "Stone, stone, stone..."

The white cat sighed and immediately started to contact the goshawk.

Shitou is rarely impulsive and is always rational, and most of them are polite and cute. However, when anything goes against the sheep, the boy is like eating dynamite, cold and scary.

Sure enough, a child with a mother is not easy to mess with!

Song Xiaotou's eyes flashed coldly, she closed the computer, quickly took off her pajamas, put on simple casual clothes, put on her backpack, put on various self-defense weapons, opened the window, and jumped out...