Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[153 The Innocent Young Master (Additional Updates)]

Nangong Jue looked at his pink face and gritted his teeth: "I don't have the habit of spoiling children. You'd better not deliberately play tricks or talk nonsense."

"You love to learn but you don't like to learn. Apart from being able to make good food, you have nothing that attracts my mommy."

Nangong Jue looked at him coldly, "Are you sure?"

"Master Nangong, don't you understand that the only thing that attracts my mommy the most in this world is eating, and she can only eat..."

Song Xiaozhi looked petrified and struck by lightning when he saw the two people sitting together with Le Rongrong and discussing themselves.

What is Nangong Jue doing——

Was he learning how to make an omelette just for her an hour ago?

What is Song Xiaotou doing——

He compared her to a pig without her consent.

Does this world need to be so fantasy and so bloody...

"Mommy is awake?"

The good son first noticed the frozen Song Xiaozhi standing in front of the bedroom door. He covered his face and waved to Zhizhi, "The eldest young master said that he would make a love lunch for mommy at noon today. Mommy, don't you look forward to it?"

Zhizhi turned his head to Nangong Jue, looked at it for a long time, and then said: "President, do you have a fever, or have you taken the wrong medicine?"

When President Nangong heard this, he became angry.

What is incomprehensible style?

What does it mean not to know good from evil?

This woman is.

He dropped the stupid thing in his hand, pulled out the stool, sat on it, and asked coldly, "Miss Song, as my personal assistant, you have slept until now. Do I allow it?"

Song Xiaozhi looked confused at his sudden change, pointed at himself and said, "Am I your personal assistant to the president? Doesn't the president not care about my injury at all and even care about my time to wake up?"

Nangong Jue Ni glanced at her, "Go prepare today's lunch."

"Why is it me? The president can't see that hundreds of servants in the Nangong family are playing cards idle, right?"

"I want you."

Nangong Jue glared at her, obviously taking out all the resentment he had just given to a certain stone on her...

Zhizhi snorted angrily and stopped talking.

Arguing with an unreasonable man was like talking to a pig, so she remained silent.

After Miss Song comforted herself in this way, the anger in her heart calmed down a lot. She was about to enter the kitchen when she suddenly saw a bruise on the cheek that Shi Shi was covering with his hand.

Her expression changed, she ran forward, grabbed the stone and took it down.

On the tender white cheek, a bruise and swelling near the corner of the mouth were obvious. Although it had been treated, there was still a faint trace of blood.

"Shitou, you weren't playing games in your room last night. What happened to your face?" Song Xiaozhi said with a cautious face, "This is an injury from being beaten. Who did it?"

Song Xiaotou looked at her mother's worried expression and glanced at Nangong Jue, who was looking out the window with a cold face and aloof from the incident.

She raised her little hand and pointed at him, her big crystal eyes shining with incomparable sincerity and innocence, "He."

Sparks burst out in Song Xiaozhi's eyes, and he was furious: "If anything comes at me, Nangong Jue, why did you hit my son?"

Nangong Jue saw Shi Shi gloating at the side.

With just one word, this guy saved all the explanations for his absconding and fighting Jack last night, and cleverly left all the problems to him.

When he saw Zhizhi who looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, he opened the newspaper on the table and said in a low voice: "Discipline your son."

"My son, do you need to discipline him?" Song Xiaozhi said with a threatening look and a cold tone.

Nangong Jue read the newspaper calmly, "Discipline my son."

"Your son?"

She snorted coldly, raised her hand to pick up the spatula next to the plate, concentrated all her strength on her arm, raised her hand and threw it at Nangong Jue——

A loud bang!

The spatula hit his shoulder, making a violent sound, and then broke into two pieces...

He didn't hide.

Without any unnecessary movement, he received Zhizhi's hard blow.

Nangong Jue closed the newspaper, patted his shoulder, and looked back expressionlessly, "When you've finished playing, go prepare lunch."

Zhizhi looked at his hands, then at the little stone lying silently on the table, and was stunned for a while.

Finally he nodded and went to the kitchen.

Shitou clapped his hands in his heart. Young Master Nangong understood her mother very well and understood that hitting her at this time would calm her down.

Song Xiaozhi went to the kitchen. Song Xiaotou raised his face, looked at the broken shovel on the ground and said regretfully, "If I had known better, I would have provided a stronger stainless steel shovel. Mommy taught me not to destroy things."

"Don't gloat about others' misfortune." Young Master Nangong snorted and asked in a threatening voice, "How can you thank me?"

Shitou Mo grabbed the cup, took two big sips of strawberry milk, and reluctantly said, "Okay, your omelette is up to standard."

Nangong Jue groaned and said nothing.

He cast his deep eyes on Song Xiaotou and thought to himself that this little stone could clearly distinguish between interests and avoidance. He was very shrewd and had plans and purposes in doing things. He did have some of his demeanor in doing things.

Looking up again, he saw Song Xiaozhi, who was clumsily carrying a plate of tomato scrambled eggs because he was afraid of being burned.

Nangong Jue stared at her for a moment as if examining her, and whispered two words: "It's not like that."

"What?"

Unlike the son you, Song Xiaozhi, could give birth to.

Nangong Jue picked up the chopsticks and started eating without replying.

Zhizhi glanced at him coldly, without pursuing anything further, and sat down next to the stone to check his injuries.

"Stone, if anyone here dares to hit you again in the future, just tell me, Mommy, I will protect you. Especially some men with dead faces, expressionless faces every day, who like to order people, and abuse children, Mommy will definitely try her best to assassinate them

he."

Miss Song spoke harshly from a distance.

The stone remained silent.

Nangong Jue raised his head and said, "Miss Song, I'm still here."

Zhi Zhi smiled sweetly, "I didn't mention him by name, why would the CEO admit that he is a dead-faced sand pig, overbearing, perverted, deformed and twisted?"

"You thought I was deaf, didn't you?"

Why did he listen to her words change a lot, and they were even more exaggerated than before.

Little Shitou nodded heavily, "Yes, I understand. I believe that those men with dead faces who are expressionless every day, who like to order people, abuse children and kill pigs, are overbearing, perverted, deformed and twisted men, will definitely not beat me a second time."

The eldest young master was scolded for the third time.

(This chapter is an update for all those who sent Momo gold red envelopes and gifts today. Today’s update ends here. We will continue tomorrow...)