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[200 The second young master’s secret]

A helicopter landed not far in front of the house, and out came a thin oriental man dressed in casual and simple clothes, elegant and elegant, with a handsome face. Nangong Mo sat in front of the house, smiled lightly at him and said, "You are quite fast."

Han Ze stepped forward and sighed impatiently, "When will I dare to delay your Master Nangong's orders? Even if it is important, I will rush over here quickly!"

Nangong Mo smiled, "Even if it's too late, I won't blame you."

Han Ze was trembling, "Master Nangong, can you please stop smiling so gently? I've been with you for so many years, haven't I seen how powerful you are?"

"You are just more than thirty minutes late. It doesn't matter. I don't blame you, but I will withdraw my investment in your hospital for three years." Nangong Mo was still smiling, his eyes were crooked, very beautiful and touching.

Han Ze screamed a few times and roared: "Where is the patient? I will treat it. I will treat it right away. I will risk my life to treat it. If you can't cure it, Master Nangong, you can punish me. Except for money, you can

You can punish me corporally any way you want..."

"Han Ze," Nangong Mo whispered and sighed, "it's been forty minutes."

Han Ze entered the room at the speed of light for treatment!

A refined viper?

The scary smiling tiger?

NO,NO,NO.

Young Master Nangong doesn’t like this description. The young master’s favorite word should be——

I'll torture you to death gently.

◆qian◇mo◆mo◆◆◇Original first release◇◆

When Song Xiaozhi woke up again, he saw a strange man standing by the bedside packing the medicine box. He immediately narrowed his eyes and cautiously grabbed the things on the bedside to grab a self-defense weapon.

Han Ze asked Miss Song's identity before he came. Naturally, he knew that the killers were quick to attack and had strong defenses. So when he saw that she was about to get up and attack him, he hurriedly turned around and waved his hands: "Wait a minute, I am one of my own, and I am here under the orders of the young master.

I'm here to treat your serious injuries."

Zhizhi stopped and asked, "Master?"

"Yes, our boss - the gentle, handsome and invincible Young Master Mo." Han Ze closed the box and continued, "Thankfully, the Young Master treated you in time. There is no problem with your heart, and there are also skin injuries on your back.

Just rest for a few weeks and you'll be fine."

In Zhizhi's mind, Nangong Mo was the unpopular second young master of the Nangong family. He had no money and no power, so he had no choice but to manage the data room. Now it seems that this is not the case anymore.

The man in front of him was dressed in extraordinary clothes, which belonged to the expensive clothes of the upper class. But when he mentioned Nangong Mo, he was bragging about walking horses, but the look of admiration on his face was not fake.

"Boss?" Zhizhi asked a series of questions, "What boss? What does Nangong Mo do?"

"Our organization..."

Squeak, the door was pushed open, and the figure who walked in interrupted Han Ze's words, with a gentle and friendly tone, "Han Ze, are you just talking and forgetting to treat the injury?"

"Master, I have made a careful diagnosis and make sure Miss Song is fine," Han Ze said with a look of shame.

The young master’s hidden words are because he thinks he talks too much, right?

"Master, you guys talk first, I'll go and order the plane to prepare for departure."

In order to prevent the young master from increasing the number of hospitals in which the shares were withdrawn from four to more, Han Ze quickly reconciled the situation with a smile and retreated wisely.

The door closed, and Zhizhi frowned and looked at Nangong Mo, "Nangong Mo, do you want to predict what questions I have now, and then answer me one by one?"

Nangong Mo laughed and sat next to her bed, "Although I can predict, it's not so accurate. I can only flash picture fragments when things happen to have a very drastic change. However, I can guess what you want to ask."

Xiaozhi looked up at him and said calmly: "You can explain it to me in a filtered manner. I don't want to know too many things that are considered secrets."

There is a saying that goes, the more you know, the sooner you die.

From being unsuspecting before to this moment, Zhizhi realized it.

It turns out that this man, who is as harmless as the boy next door and as gentle as a boy next door, is actually not simple.

"When I rescued you, I didn't rely on the Nangong family's manpower. I had a small organization under me. I made some arrangements and used the power of the organization to rescue you. This organization was founded by me when I was bored many years ago. Han Ze

He is my partner who has been with me for many years. His ancestral business is medicine. I asked him to come and save you." Nangong Mo was kind and his smile remained unchanged. "Zhizhi, my biggest secret is the ability to predict.

, now that you already know it, there is nothing to hide between you and me."

Zhi Zhi’s ears turned red.

Wasn't he too guarded just now?

Is it worthy of his heart and soul?

Zhizhi finally raised his face and asked cautiously: "The name of your organization is..."

"You should have heard of it."

He said calmly, "MZ."

Zhizhi was shocked and looked at him dumbfounded.

MZ, not only had she heard of it, she was also familiar with the name.

The new organizations that have emerged in recent years have contacts in both black and white circles and have extremely wide connections. Many people dream of joining this money laundering organization.

The leader of this organization is called a legendary figure by people on the road.

He can provide huge amounts of investment information with precise and accurate vision, can judge the success or failure of major events, operate the stock market with ease, and only absorbs a small number of high-quality talents. In just a few years, he has created a powerful money empire organization.

I heard that this BOSS almost never shows up in front of others and is extremely picky when choosing tasks.

Or, your task fee must be high enough.

Or, your mission needs to be special enough.

Otherwise, he may not be interested even in major events involving life and death.

Zhizhi was shocked and petrified...

She opened her red lips and stared at Nangong Mo for several seconds before coming back to her senses, "Am I dreaming, traveling through time, or fantasy?"

Nangong Mo looked at her appearance, smiled and shook his head, "Zhizhi, this is just a side job to make money. My main job is to be the data administrator of Nangong Enterprise Auction Company."

Miss Song was shocked by Master Nangong's calm and humble words.

(Thank you QQ Rice for giving me the silent gold medal, eh╭(╯3╰)╮)