Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[161 fierce woman bites more texture (more updates added)]

After An Yan packed up, he patted Zhizhi on the shoulder and said, "Nothing's wrong. He's recovering well. Let's go see the stone."

Song Xiaozhi happily buttoned up his clothes, got up and walked towards the stone room——

"But Xiaozhi, do the things around your neck... need special treatment?" An Yi couldn't help but laugh and teased, "Also, there are things on your collarbone, waist, shoulders, legs, and wrists.

It would be better if... those bite marks are properly treated!"

Zhizhi was like being hit by a heavy missile, his soul was annihilated in this world with disgrace, and he was out of body.

"Need not!"

"By the way, what did you get bitten by?"

Zhizhi looked at An Yi, who was still pretending to be stupid even though he knew what was going on, and gritted his teeth angrily, "Being attacked by an unknown creature."

An Yi raised his eyebrows, "Creature?"

The young master turns out to be called a creature...

"Ah——!" Bai Qingcheng suddenly screamed and jumped up, "Creature? Alien? Monster? Mutant? You, you, you... were you bitten by something?"

"Fuck, Bai Qingcheng, I admire you!"

Song Xiaozhi couldn't help but curse, strode into the stone house, and slammed the door——

Bai Qingcheng's cute and beautiful little face felt aggrieved again, and her usual arrogance was gone. She turned to An Yi with a pitiful expression, "I asked because I was worried about everyone's safety. She is a bit too fierce.

It’s so scary…”

An Yi sighed, "Why else would the unknown object only bite her and not us? The bite of a fierce woman is more textured!"

Bai Qingcheng suddenly realized it, and ran to the corner to pick up disinfectant and a broom and mop, "It's safer for me to go and clean this room."

This house is really too dangerous and scary. Not only is it haunted and there are unknown objects, but the most terrifying thing is that fierce and perverted woman Song Xiaozhi.

An Yi smiled and nodded.

The mobile phone placed next to the tea cup suddenly lit up. She opened it, and her delicate cheeks immediately overflowed with a panic filled with hatred——

"game over!"

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Song Xiaozhi entered Song Xiaotou's room and saw that he was still sleeping soundly. He walked lightly, walked slowly to the bed and sat down. He touched his forehead with the back of his hand and felt the normal temperature which was not too hot.

Only then did she put down her hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

But when her hand left, she felt that her hand was grabbed by a wave of warmth...

"Daddy...land..."

A weak voice came from the mouth of the little man sleeping on the bed. Although there was only one voice and it was so weak, Zhizhi heard it clearly.

She lowered her eyes and saw Shi Shi tightly clenching her little hand, and her heart suddenly trembled.

She can give the stone ten times or twenty times the love, and she can work hard for the stone, but she can never stop a child from yearning for his father.

Shitou is only eight years old, he is just an eight-year-old child.

Song Xiaozhi held his hand, put it to his lips and kissed it, feeling guilty, "Shitou, Mommy is not responsible enough for you, I'm sorry..."

Shitou slowly let go of Zhizhi's hand, turned over, leaned on the pillow and continued to sleep.

Zhizhi stood up and straightened the quilt for him. He turned around and saw a book about weapons half-read on the bedside. He shook his head silently.

This child's serious and loving personality is nothing like her at all...

She picked up the book and prepared to put it on the desk, but the moment she picked it up, a photo fell out from the gap in the book and fluttered to the ground.

Zhizhi picked up the photo and turned it over. His body suddenly shook and he couldn't move even while standing there.

This is a picture of a man.

This man is from the Nangong family.

This person from the Nangong family...is Nangong Mo.

She closed the book, put it on the table, turned around and leaned against the desk, staring at the stone, feeling guilty...

"Shitou, I'm sorry...it turns out that mommy never knew your true feelings."

Song Xiaozhi put the photo in his pocket, stepped forward, and walked out of the room...

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Song Xiaozhi's injuries healed very quickly. In just a few weeks, it was time to remove the stitches. An Yi in the laboratory gave her the final treatment and removed the bandages.

Zhizhi saw in the mirror that the scar on her left chest was glowing with a faint pink color. The old scar fell off and new pink flesh grew. She couldn't help but frown. It seemed that ever since she entered Nangong's house, she was always having troubles.

Keep getting hurt.

"New medicine has just been applied. You go to the hospital bed and lie down first. I will check on the situation after a while."

An Yi gave a few instructions and walked out of the room.

Zhizhi walked to the hospital bed in a white anti-infection gown and lay down. As soon as she lay down, she saw the doorknob moved, made two squeaking sounds, and two slender legs stepped forward.

Looking up along her two long legs, she saw the stinky man who she wished she could kill with a thousand knives, just moments after the beast had killed her.

She stared, snorted, closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep.

The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and Nangong Jue stood in front of her, silent for a long time.

Zhizhi thought she would at least hear a few questions, but before she could escape, she felt her lace-up hospital gown being torn open, and a chill hit her chest.

She opened her eyes and saw Nangong Jue's lowered eyes staring at her chest meticulously, with a calm expression on his face, as if he was looking at radishes in the market.

"When will you see enough?" She said coldly, "Tie up your clothes when you see enough."

Nangong Jue glanced at her, hummed slightly, pulled up the belt around his waist, tied it for her, and sat down along the edge of the bed, "Miss Song, about that night..."

"Nothing happened that night," she said bluntly, "Even if something happened, I don't remember it. I'll just pretend it didn't happen."

Nangong Jue frowned, "Why, Miss Song's gunshot wound has been cured, but her head is stupid?"

The silence of knowing and hating...

To talk back is to admit that you remember the sexual intercourse with him, and not to talk back is to admit that you are stupid.

Damn, does this damn man have to be so clever at scolding people?

(Thank you to Ms. Qinse for the silent red envelope, and Qinhuanhuan 7510 for the silent gold medal. This chapter is an update for all those who gave silent gifts and gold medals today. Today’s update is completed, we will continue tomorrow ^_^)