Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【164 One million per hour】

Zhizhi leaned against the window, with his usual indifference, and refused, "Assistant An, please tell the president that I don't like the front row."

An Yan paused and said hesitantly: "The young master said, if you don't sit over, Miss Song, he will sit over."

As soon as these words came out, An Yi, Bai Qingcheng, and Xiao Shitou immediately looked at her with expressions of repelling enemies, and said in unison, "You go and sit in the front row."

The air pressure here is low, and if a cold man comes to cool down, won't they freeze to death?

Song Xiaozhi stood up angrily, strode to Nangong Jue, and sat next to him. Without letting him speak, he spoke before him: "Young Master, I'm not sitting here because I want to be like this, nor because I'm afraid of your threat. It's not at all

It’s because you are not liked by others.”

When Young Master Nangong heard this, his cold eyes drifted back...

Everyone in the back row immediately staggered around and closed their eyes, pretending to sleep.

He turned around and snorted coldly, "Really? Why didn't I see it?"

Zhizhi then looked back and immediately gritted his teeth.

Damn it, her unique skill of pretending to be dead, these people all plagiarized it!

She looked sideways at Nangong Jue, "Why do you want me to sit over here?"

"I didn't have a good rest last night." He pinched the bridge of his nose, looking tired, "I need you."

Zhizhi was at a loss, "Then you go to sleep..."

Why did you ask her to do this? She didn't have the bad habit of appreciating his sleeping appearance.

Nangong Jue pressed the button beside him, and the two chairs tilted back until they were flat. There was also a protruding pillow-like thing above the head. From a distance, it looked like a small double bed.

He stretched out his arms and hugged her naturally, in his usual posture, holding her in his arms and leaning her on the pillow together...

Miss Song really felt that she was really a soothing medicine, or a comfortable pillow for home. Otherwise, how could this man sleep with her in his arms in public, without caring about his face?

"When will you wake up?" She looked at his waist on her hand, "One million hugs per hour."

Young Master Nangong is irritable.

This woman is here again, and she has always tried every means to refuse his intimate contact with her, even bargaining, not allowing herself to suffer any loss.

He sneered, "I can sleep as long as I like."

"Then..." She thought for a moment, "One and a half million an hour."

Nangong Jue closed his eyes and ignored her, looking like you could afford even ten million yuan.

Zhizhi looked at his arrogant look, raised his wrist, and pressed the timer on his watch...

Go to sleep, you go to sleep, cold-faced ice cube man, she, Song Xiaozhi, has never been joking about money.

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At the end of the long journey, the plane landed near the Andes Mountains in Peru. This is the land known as the Lost City of the Inca Empire. Machu Picchu is an ancient city surrounded by danger and with cliffs on both sides.

The nearly twenty-hour journey made everyone on the plane drowsy. Song Xiaozhi felt the fuselage descending and opened her hazy eyes. She saw that Nangong Jue had already gotten up and went to the cab to give orders.

Then he turned around and lay on the window looking down——

The cliff is steep, and under the cliff is the Urubamba River that flows day and night. The ancient city surrounded by the cliff and the ancient river is composed of more than 200 ruins of buildings. Looking down from above, the tall snow peaks are shrouded in clouds and mist.

, the river is rushing and roaring, and the huge granite stones in the ancient city are full of aura, standing proudly and gracefully thousands of feet above.

The plane landed on a flat ground, and the whirlwind buzzed through the quiet and uninhabited area, flying many frightened tropical birds.

Song Xiaozhi sat up, walked to the back row, woke up Shitou and others, and got off the plane together.

Nangong Jue took Nangong Yu and An Yan off the plane, followed by three or five of his subordinates.

Since this time we were just prospecting and not digging, we didn’t have many hands on it.

"Shitou, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Xiaozhi bent down worriedly to look at Shitou's face, "Do you have a headache, palpitation, or shortness of breath?"

Shitou shook his head, "Mommy, you have forgotten. When BOSS trained us, he forced us to go above 6,000 meters on Mount Everest. The altitude here is only over 2,000 meters. It's okay."

Miss Song remembered the history of blood and tears of being trained by BOSS, and patted Shitou on the shoulder, "Stone, don't mention the things we were tortured together all those years again."

An Yi took out the medicine box from the plane and said, "I brought emergency medicine. Just tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"vomit……"

A female voice heard retching from the side, and following the sound, Bai Qingcheng was seen leaning against a tree, looking at Zhizhi with a pale face, "Oops, I have all the symptoms you mentioned, am I suffering from some terminal disease?"

Already?"

Song Xiaozhi nodded solemnly, "Yes, it's very likely that I won't survive tonight."

With a snap, Bai Qingcheng's face turned as pale as snow.

"Miss Song, don't scare Miss Bai." An Yan came over, knelt down and looked at Bai Qingcheng with a worried look on her face, "It's okay, it's just ordinary altitude sickness. I just can't adapt to it at first."

Bai Qingcheng moved with difficulty, "Really?"

"An Yan won't lie, especially to you, Miss Bai." An Yi grinned and took out some medicine from the box, "Take it first, it will make you feel better."

Bai Qingcheng took the medicine and rested against the tree after taking it.

Although she was weak, she still asked Shi Shi worriedly, "Shi Shi, does your dad live here? Doesn't he suffer?"

Everyone was petrified.

This girl is so out of line, everyone is here with a life-or-death attitude.

This innocent child was deceived by some unscrupulous person?

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All place names appearing in the future are purely for reference. The cemeteries and various plot settings have nothing to do with reality and history. They are plots created by silent self-imagination. Please do not compare them with reality. Also, if you like children's shoes that strictly focus on the era or history,

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