Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【198 Life Farce】

A stinging pain came from behind, Song Xiaozhi let out a cry, and opened her eyes. What caught her eyelids was the yellowing sunset, and a house with simple furnishings. The furnishings in the house were simple, a bed, a table and a chair. At this moment, she

Lying on this wooden bed, and next to the wooden table, there is the back of a slender man in a well-dressed suit.

She sat up and saw that all the injuries on her body had been treated. The worn body armor had been replaced, her underwear had been removed, and a layer of bandages had been wrapped around her body. Only a large men's shirt was covered.

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Almost subconsciously, she called to the back, "Nangong Jue, Nangong Yu and Bai Qingcheng, are they..."

When the back of the figure turned around, revealing a face that had just woken up due to exhaustion, Zhizhi stopped talking.

The sound stopped suddenly.

No... Nangong Jue.

Moreover, this face has slightly hanging hair, covering half of his pupils, forming a light silhouette on his handsome and graceless face, revealing half of his beautiful face, with a straight nose and thin lips, as beautiful as jade.

She has a good appearance, a beautiful expression, picturesque features, charming charm, delicate bones, magnificent body... Many, many adjectives came to her mind at this moment.

This is a face that is at least three-thirds identical to the memory in the dream just now.

Zhizhi looked at him, unable to recover. After a long time, he slowly said: "Nangong Mo... you saved me..."

Nangong Mo stood up, brushed aside his fallen maroon hair, took a step forward, and sat beside the bed, "I had the image of you in danger flashing through my mind. I rushed to Nangong Villa, and happened to hear the servant pick me up and say that you were in danger.

I made an emergency call and rushed over. Nangong Yu and Bai Qingcheng are also out of danger and are now on the plane back to Nangong Villa."

He looked at the gauze wrapped around the wounds on her upper body and said with a smile, "I came in time, right?"

Zhizhi seemed to feel that after every sentence he said, he would add the sentence, little friend.

But he didn't.

She suddenly raised her hand, lifted his temples, and looked behind his right ear————

Nangong Mo paused, grabbed her hand, and asked in surprise: "Zhizhi, what's wrong with you? You don't speak and you behave so strangely?"

Zhizhi pursed her lips and said nothing.

He was also silent.

The cool breeze blew in through the window in the evening, raising her shoulder-length black hair and also raising the sleeve corners of his clothes.

The bulky shirt on her body was blown up, revealing her beautiful white legs, and her hair covered her face, covering her sad eyes.

Nangong Mo looked at her and suddenly asked, "Zhizhi, are you hungry, or are you in pain from the wound?"

This... multiple-choice question method.

A long-awaited feeling began to linger in my chest.

"Nangong Mo, you don't usually live in Nangong Villa, where do you live?"

Nangong Mo put down her hand, stared at her face and said, "I live in the garden left by my mother, the Rose Garden."

Something sharp pierced Zhizhi's brain instantly, and his temples began to beat wildly——

It's not that she hasn't seen the photo, and it's not that she didn't expect Nangong Mo to answer like this.

However, when she said this from his mouth, she still had the feeling that her heart was in her throat for a long time. She took a deep breath quietly and remained calm on the surface. She smiled lightly and said: "Rose Garden, the name of the garden was given by my aunt.

It sounds great.”

There was a deep look in Nangong's eyes, but he also smiled lightly, "Another day, I will take you to visit the garden. The garden is full of roses. Almost all of them were planted by my mother one by one, and they are all growing now.

very good."

The roses in the garden were so beautiful that Zhizhi even remembered where they bloomed the most, where they bloomed most beautifully, and where their fragrance was strongest.

Rose Garden, the Rose Garden where she lived for three years.

The only remaining evidence that he was adopted by the Nangong family.

That rose garden that I will never forget, a night of humiliation.

Zhizhi held her chest, raised her head and looked at him and whispered, "Did you help me heal my injury?"

"Do you want me to say yes or no?" he asked with a smile.

When Zhizhi heard such multiple-choice questions coming from his mouth, she couldn't help but stare at him motionless, her thoughts drifting back to that long-ago era.

"What do you think?" Zhizhi smiled sweetly, "It depends on whether you choose hemiplegia or my gratitude for my love."

This little girl who is a killer is very difficult to mess with.

Nangong Mo knew this well and sighed: "You can get simple treatment at the nearest clinic here, and a female nurse will help you with the treatment."

Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief, pointed at the loose shirt on his body, and raised his eyebrows, "Where's this?"

"mine."

He answered, pulling up the quilt to cover her body, "The wound is easily infected by the wind."

After all, it is not winter. Wrapped in a thick quilt, it is inevitable to feel hot. Zhizhi resists a little, "I am afraid of the heat and sweat."

"Zhizhi, it would be better for you to cover up." Nangong Mojuan's beautiful eyes turned dark, "I am also a man."

ah……

Second Young Master, although you are a little more beautiful and a little shy, I really don't think of you as a woman.

Miss Song reviewed in her heart, silently grabbed the quilt and got in.

But it is undeniable that in her heart, she has no wariness about this young master Nangong who is both beautiful and good-looking.

The quilt must have been freshly dried, with the smell of sunshine mixed with Nangong Mo's clean and comfortable light body fragrance. The pleasant smell like tasting oranges in the afternoon enveloped Zhizhi. She lay on the quilt and murmured to herself

Quote: "This brand of shower gel turns out to have such a wide audience."

It's cheap and smells good. The smell of children's shower gel has remained the same for her and Xiao Shitou for many years.

Little Shitou often says, this is the smell of mommy.

This has always been called the taste of the Song family by Shitou and himself, but they never thought that Nangong Mo and them were surprisingly similar.

If it was him more than ten years ago.

What if, the person eight years ago was also him.

Then fate is really a funny and cute thing.

It arranged an extremely romantic opportunity, but gave her a very sadistic process, and in the end, they met again with such tenderness.

This is really a farce of life with all its ups and downs.