Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【157 About Proposal】

"My barbering skills are pretty good, Qingcheng, let me cut your hair."

Seeing Song Xiaozhi smiling sweetly and saying devilish words, Bai Qingcheng's proud expression suddenly dropped and turned into a sad face. She reluctantly replied in a low voice: "It's not just a nanny, just treat it as a task and just do it!"

"

Zhizhi put down the scissors and handed her the white pill, "After taking the antidote, go to the room and take care of the stone."

Bai Qingcheng hurriedly swallowed the medicine into her mouth, took a drink of water and hurried to the stone bedroom, as if she would be taken away from her soul if she stayed with Zhizhi for a second longer.

Watching her figure disappear behind the door, An Yi joked, "Xiao Zhi, after staying with the young master for a long time, you are becoming more and more capable of threatening people."

I don’t know how happy I am to be compared with Nangong Jue.

"Don't compare me with him, I'm both kind, okay?"

"bona fide?"

"I just gave Bai Qingcheng calcium tablets to help her grow taller. This is not a good intention."

An Yi laughed silently, "Okay, I'll make porridge for Shitou."

Zhizhi waved his hand, walked to the sofa and sat down, continuing to read the remaining comic books from yesterday——

She didn't know how long she had been looking at her, nor how much time had passed. She only felt that there seemed to be a gentle gaze beside her, always lingering on her intermittently.

Zhizhi turned her head to look, and met a pair of warm, jade-like ink eyes, with a smile on her lips. She moved, a little surprised, "I'm sorry, I was so fascinated that I didn't notice when you came..."

"I heard that girls who like to watch animations and comics are very kind-hearted. I don't know if it's true or not?" Nangong Mo's voice was like the cool and warm night breeze, which was pleasant and moist to the ears.

His words spoke deeply to her heart, and she laughed, "You praise people for their skills."

"I'm just telling the truth." He answered calmly, took one of the comics from her hand, flipped through a few pages, and the smile on his face became a little stiff.

Nangong Mo put down the comic book and sighed, "I want to take back what I just said."

"The words you spoke are like water thrown out. You can't take them back, Master Nangong." Zhizhi arranged the comic books and put them together carefully, "They are all my top secret collections. You just looked through them."

I haven’t collected the money from you yet.”

Nangong Mo didn't understand what was so worth collecting about the two men hugging each other and kissing each other in the comics.

But he didn't deny it out loud. He never liked denying what others liked.

"Zhizhi, regarding what I mentioned last time," he raised his eyes, still with a hint of hope in his eyes, "have you considered it?"

Song Xiaozhi understood that he was talking about marriage proposal.

She was very successful in pretending to be unconscious last time...

This time, she covered her chest, groaned twice, and then fell to the side of the sofa——

In front of the Nangong family, she behaved like an idiot and a coward as long as stones were involved.

Zhizhi fell on the sofa, closed his eyes, and pretended to be dead.

But this time, she didn't hear Nangong Mo's slightly nervous call like last time, but a very quiet atmosphere.

Nangong Mo got up from the sofa, adjusted Zhizhi to a comfortable lying position, took off his suit jacket, and covered her body.

A gentle voice came from above her, "Zhizhi, I'm waiting here for you to wake up."

Song Xiaozhi's forehead was covered with dense black lines.

She was found out, right? She was definitely found out, right?

And Nangong Mo was sitting opposite her, really staring at her and waiting for her to wake up...

If you open your eyes now, it will show that you are lying.

She couldn't sleep at all. Did she want to lie down and pretend to sleep while he stared at her?

Song Xiaozhi has never hated this skill of pretending to be dead more than now!

Ten minutes have passed...

Zhizhi finally couldn't bear the pain in her waist, so she secretly moved her body and gently turned to the side, trying to give the illusion of waking up...

Plop!

She frowned, expecting to fall to the ground, but she didn't expect her body to fall on something soft and hot——

When Zhizhi opened her eyes, she saw a beautiful face enlarged, especially those eyes. She was so close that she could see her own image in his pupils.

He breathed hot breath on the other person's cheek.

With the tip of his nose touching the tip of his nose, Zhizhi forgot to move for a moment, staring blankly at Nangong Mo's troubled face...

He suddenly raised his hands and held her face, "Zhizhi..."

Nangong Mo's beautiful lips closed together, and his moist breath hit her face. He only called her name, but said nothing.

He hugged her and turned her body over. Zhizhi was pressed under him, "Zhizhi..."

Their turbid breaths were intertwined, and Song Xiaozhi could feel Nangong Mo's increasingly fast heartbeat.

She was a little panicked, and raised her hand to push his chest, "You...get up...Nangong Mo...you pressed on my wound."

"I'm sorry..." Nangong Mo looked startled and hurriedly let go of the hand holding her, trying to get up.

"What are you doing!"

A cold and stern shout came from above. Song Xiaozhi and Nangong Mo looked up at the same time, facing a pair of dark eyes full of fire.

The anger contained in those eyes at this moment was angrier than Zhizhi had ever seen before.

It's Nangong Jue.

"We didn't..."

"Don't you see clearly what we are doing?" Nangong Mo interrupted Song Xiaozhi unexpectedly. He was about to get up, but suddenly stopped his movements, stretched out his arms, and hugged her in his arms.

Zhizhi turned his head and saw that the usual warmth on Nangong Mo's face was gone, and a layer of firm cruelty was added to it, and he realized with a jaw-dropping realization——

Second Young Master Nangong has gone dark.

Nangong was definitely not happy, very unhappy. Especially when he saw Nangong Mo's hand on her waist, his brows twisted into the Chinese character Sichuan. He clenched his fists and said three words between his teeth, "

Let her go."

Nangong Mo's eyes were filled with coldness and arrogance, "In addition to forcing people, what else can you do?"

force……

Is he reminding himself that everything between the woman in his arms and him is just compulsion?

(Thank you for humming a little love song and sending me a silent gift, okay~~)