Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[162 Song...咩咩]

"Come and stay in my villa tonight," Young Master Nangong ordered indifferently, "Flight to Peru with me tomorrow morning."

"Are you going to find a mine?" Zhizhi has always responded quickly, "I won't go, my gunshot wound hasn't healed yet."

She had seen one of the maps they studied, and it was indeed the tropical rainforest near Peru. She didn't want to go, and she had no obligation to accompany them through life and death. Besides, she was an injured patient, and injured patients had the right to apply for recuperation.

"An Yi said your injuries are completely fine," he continued indifferently. "A newly developed pacemaker has also been placed in your heart, and everything is normal."

Zhizhi still shook his head firmly, "If I don't go, I won't go even if I die."

The tropical rainforest near Peru is home to mostly raptors, and there are many unknown dangers there. Moreover, she just doesn’t want to be with this domineering man!

"You dare to reject me for the third time," he was threatening in a declarative sentence, "Now I can make you die of exhaustion on my bed."

Zhizhi looked at his hot and direct eyes and knew that Young Master Nangong never told lies. After being quiet for a while, she rolled her eyes at him and said nonchalantly: "It's okay to go. I want to be fully armed and have high-end bulletproof equipment."

Clothes."

Hearing her request, he unexpectedly smiled, "Ms. Song was worried that she would be unable to help but block the second shot for me."

Song Xiaozhi grinned, "Wrong, I was guarding against a certain Mr. Bird."

Nangong Jue touched her head, "You think I can't tear off the bulletproof vest, do you?"

Her face suddenly turned red.

He looked at her appearance, smiled lowly, and ordered: "Miss Song, come here and kiss me."

Holy shit!

Song Xiaozhi gave him a cold look and said, "The ones who need to be photographed are cucumbers, and those who need to be hammered are walnuts. I heard that those who need to be kissed are all gay lovers. CEO, your temperament really matches."

"Hasn't Miss Song clearly seen whether I like women?" His hands naturally hugged her, holding her in his arms, and his big hands covered her waist with heat, "Do you need me to prove it now?"

Song Xiaozhi slapped his hand away, "Protest, I want to sleep, please stay away from me."

"Who allowed you to protest? If you want to protest, you must first pay before you are allowed."

As Nangong Jueba spoke, he tightened his right hand suddenly and turned her whole body sideways, close to his chest——

Before Zhizhi opened her lips to scream, he pressed his thin lips against hers.

He took her lips in his mouth, licked them twice with the tip of his tongue, then inserted the tip of his tongue into her mouth, hooking her sweet tongue and lingering.

Young Master Nangong was neither cold nor rude this time.

Miss Song was so distracted by his kiss that she gasped repeatedly.

He didn't bite her, but he still kissed her thin lips into a crimson rose, moist and attractive.

Song Xiaozhi regretted not biting him just now and was angry that the great opportunity was wasted.

Nangong Jue looked at her remorseful look, looked sideways and whispered, "Don't look like this dissatisfied after I kiss you again."

Zhizhi raised his eyebrows, "I'm not satisfied with you as a whole, let alone the kiss."

"Okay", he turned around and pressed Zhizhi under him, "Miss Song is very good at stimulating my desire to challenge. I will keep kissing you until you are satisfied."

As he spoke, his lips as thin as cicada wings covered his lips without any hesitation——

Zhizhi couldn't push him away and accepted another forced kiss from him. She said without blushing or gasping: "Young Master Nangong, can you call me by my nickname?"

Nangong Jue looked at her silently.

"Call me baa baa."

She watched helplessly as the eldest young master's face turned stiff.

"You don't want to be called my baby name?" She smiled lovingly.

Nangong Jue paused for a moment, then called her with a slightly unnatural look on his face, "Song... baa baa."

Zhizhi chuckled: "Actually, CEO, the feeling of your lips when you kiss me is the same as the feeling of your lips when you call me bleat."

What does it feel like when your upper lip touches your lower lip?

Nangong Jue's face darkened.

He was tricked again by someone's clever words.

Song Xiaozhi pushed him away, got up and got off the hospital bed, took off his hospital clothes and put on his clothes, "I'm sorry, I already have an appointment tonight, CEO, your team is too late, see you tomorrow morning."

She had made an appointment with Nangong Yu a long time ago to celebrate her recovery tonight. She would bring a group of women and stones from the laboratory and go out for a BBQ dinner together.

Nangong Jue looked at the woman with an arrogant smile, but did not show any anger. Instead, he chuckled softly and said softly: "Ms. Song, have a good date."

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Miss Song's date was indeed a pleasant one at night.

The moon was just beginning, and the women in the research room who had been waiting under the moon for more than an hour felt resentful...

"In my whole life, I have never seen the third young master enjoy a date with a woman," An Yi sighed, "What happened this time?"

Bai Qingcheng looked cherished as he gnawed on a piece of roasted sweet potato that he brought with him when he came to the mountain. "Is the third young master lost?"

"The third young master is not mommy." Xiao Shitou answered coolly.

Song Xiaozhi turned around and glared at his son, "Shitou, have you forgotten all our family mottos?"

"Remember, family ugliness should not be made public!" Shitou drank his favorite strawberry milk with a nonchalant look on his face, "It's rare that Mommy finally realizes her place in this family."

"Shitou, do you think I'm ugly?" Zhizhi raised an eyebrow and reached out to pinch his little face, "Or do you want to go to school again and enjoy a happy childhood life?"

Shitou slapped her hand away, "The ugliness in our family is the father who cannot be seen..."

Children can be taught.

Song Xiaozhi nodded, "Son, be good."

Bickering can be both violent and heartwarming.

Bai and An looked on with great pleasure, laughing.

An Yi looked at the bright lights of the Nangong family's villas in the distance from the top of the mountain, and sighed in her heart, wondering which young master was shot by those words just now?

Bai Qingcheng is a straightforward child, "Shitou, who is your father? Why haven't you seen him? Where is he? Why do you say he can't see people..."

With one word, he hit Miss Song's target accurately.