Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[If you want to call me at 158, please go away and call me]

Young Master Nangong stared sharply at Song Xiaozhi, only to see her look up at Nangong Mo, then at himself, then silently turned her head and looked out the window...

She had no intention of resisting Nangong Mo.

"So what if you force it?" Nangong Jue sneered, "It's mine, and it will always be mine."

Nangong Mo suddenly let go of Zhi Zhi, stood up, waved his fist and hit him——

Nangong was definitely not surprised by his palm wind. He stepped aside, raised his hand, blocked his fist with a snap, and raised his other hand to strangle his elbow, restricting all his movements.

"Nangong Mo, you are no match for me, give up."

"I had given up long ago, but I'm sorry, the person who rekindled my fighting spirit was Zhizhi. It would be difficult for me to give up on her."

"This is not the first time that you have suffered a complete defeat." Nangong Jue shook him off and Shen Yu reminded him, "First consider whether you can afford to lose. Now go out and go back to your place."

Nangong Mo's eyes darkened, the smile on his lips gradually disappeared, and his whole face became cold and stiff, "Why, you don't dare to fight with me because you owe me a leg?"

Zhizhi raised his head in confusion and looked at Nangong Mo, trying to figure out the meaning of his words...

But she couldn't help but think about it more. She saw Nangong Jue's clenched fist making a clicking sound, which had revealed extremely dangerous information. She had seen how powerful Nangong Jue's attack power was, and he was still sick with a punch.

Nangong Mo, she didn't dare to imagine the consequences...

Pursing her lips, she stood up and sat on the sofa, leaned on the back of the chair and pointed forward and said: "You two will endanger innocent people. If you want to beat me, get away from me!"

Nangong Mo was startled, and Nangong Jue paused.

"Are you going to fight with weapons? Or a gun fight is better. I'll go find An Yan and get a gun. I want you to have a good fight." Song Xiaozhi stood up lazily, his tone lazily.

When she saw the two of them standing there motionless, just watching her silently, she curled her lips with a look of disgust on her face, "No fight? Then keep arguing, but please go outside, my little stone is in the house.

If you wake him up while sleeping, I will risk my life!"

Miss Song had a fierce look on her face and spoke fiercely.

Young Master Nangong put away his anger, looked at Nangong Mo solemnly, and then looked away.

Nangong Mo lowered his head, as if thinking about something. After a long while, he glanced at Song Xiaozhi with his bloody eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, "Xiaozhi, get some rest early. I'll see you another day."

Nangong Mo walked slowly and walked out of the room.

Zhizhi stared at Nangong Jue, who was still staying there, with an expression of disgust as to why you are still here. He glanced at him with the corners of his eyes and sneered: "Nangong Mo has gone, what are you doing here, young master? It's not fast."

Go catch up and have a good fight!"

Nangong Jue approached her, suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her gracefully curved chin, and stared at her, "Don't you know, Miss Song, that this childish trick will only be effective if you stop it?"

Zhizhi closed her mouth, blinked her innocent eyes, and looked like I don't know what you are talking about.

"You're afraid that I'll hit Nangong Mo, aren't you?"

"Men who always bully others will go to hell in the future. I am trying to build up your virtues." Zhizhi said with a serious look on his face, "As the assistant to the president, I still have to help you with this small favor."

Strong words and eloquent arguments are her strengths.

"I would rather go to hell a few more times." His eyes flashed and he moved closer to her lips, "As long as I can bully you... bully you hard."

Playing a gangster, taking things by force and being shameless have unknowingly become Young Master Nangong's strengths.

"I can't let you go anymore, Miss Song."

he said suddenly.

Song Xiaozhi watched him take off his coat and began to pull the tie around his neck. He felt uncertain and said silently: "It's cold at night. Don't take off your clothes. If you have a cold, you still need me to take care of you..."

"You know you have to serve me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he approached her step by step, picked her up and walked towards the bedroom...

Song Xiaozhi struggled, "Nangong Jue, I still have gunshot wounds on my body, you are not allowed to be an animal, you are not allowed..."

He took her dishonest red lips in his mouth, kissed her stubborn little mouth, bit her lips lightly, used his tongue to pry open her teeth, pulled out her tongue, and sucked and occupied her savagely in his mouth.

He hugged her and kissed her all the way back to the bedroom, closed the door with his feet, pressed her against the wall, licked, kissed and bit her all the way down her neck...

Zhizhi groaned, endured his strength, grabbed his neck with both hands, and gritted his teeth, "In the next life, you can be reincarnated as a dog."

"Then you have to be a bitch with me for the rest of your life." As if as punishment, he suddenly bit her hard on the shoulder. She could still feel the heavy pain through her clothes.

Song Xiaozhi couldn't bear the pain, broke away from his heavy bite, covered his shoulders with resentment on his face, "I won't do anything you vote for in the next life, just give up."

"Hmph," he snorted coldly, "You are good at everything. As long as I want you, you are mine."

Song Xiaozhi wanted to scream, "Fuck you, I don't engage in cross-species incest."

He pulled open her collar with one hand and saw only a strawberry-colored tooth mark standing on her fair skin from her neck to her shoulders, which was enchanting and moving.

That snow-white skin stimulated his passion even more. Nangong Jue's eyes darkened, and he tore her thin and pitiful top to pieces and threw it on the ground——

Zhizhi was trapped in his arms and couldn't move. She could only feel Nangong Jue circling the edge of his bandaged chest, kissing her lightly little by little. The kiss made her distracted, and her body gradually became soft and warm...

This man doesn't have much experience or much study, but he is a natural flirt.

"Miss Song, don't be afraid, I will pay attention to your injuries." He tightened his grip on her waist, kissed her neck and exhaled, "I will let you choose, where do you want to be?"

Zhizhi's heart was beating wildly, and she shook her head, "I choose you to disappear immediately."

He smiled lowly and said, "You are injured, please get on the bed first."

First……

Zhizhi's face turned pale, "Mr. President, you can't do this."

(In the next chapter, there will be meat to eat... covering your mouth and snickering away...)