Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[201 is so fantasy]

Some people say that the BOSS of the MZ organization is an infinite-circulating ATM machine with no upper limit. If a woman marries him, she will have reached the pinnacle of her life.

Ms. Song is not at her peak now, but she still feels like she is the ultimate.

She looked at Nangong Mo and shook her head, "Nangong Mo, can you satisfy a simple request that I have always wanted to do but couldn't?"

"You tell me," he stared at her flushed cheeks and couldn't help but smile, "as long as I can do it."

"Big Boss, can you fill my 800-square-meter New Zealand villa with RMB and let me, a mediocre killer, lie down there and sleep?"

Zhizhi’s eyes are full of $_$!

Nangong Mo hesitated, "Do I have to pay in RMB?"

"Yeah," he nodded vigorously, "I like the touch of the bright red Chairman Mao, euros, yen, Korean won, Thai baht and so on. I don't catch a cold."

Miss Song is very patriotic.

Nangong Mo's forehead was covered with dense black lines. He was silent for a while and said, "Okay, I'll tell Han Ze to get it done as soon as possible. Give me the address of the New Zealand villa."

There is nothing more shocking than knowledge.

Did he... agree?

She was talking nonsense, and Master Nangong actually agreed to such a convulsive request.

Depend on!

Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy!

It's fantasy enough that she gave birth to a genius son, but now there's a BOSS, the world's money leader, who says he will satisfy all her demands. How can this get even more fantasy? Ahhhhhh...

Before Zhizhi's shocked mood calmed down, the door was pushed open, and Han Ze walked in, holding a green fruit in his hand, put it on the table and said: "Master, you ordered someone to fly to East Africa to buy the original fruit last night.

Avocado fruits have been delivered.”

Nangong Mo took the thing and handed it to Song Xiaozhi, "You kept talking about this thing when you were sleeping. I asked someone to bring it."

Zhizhi took the fruit and then remembered the East African woman's instructions before her death.

She raised her head and glanced at Nangong Mo. Before she could speak, he spoke considerately, "Han Ze, find the mayor of the nearby town. I want to ask him something."

Han Ze responded and went outside to give orders.

Song Xiaozhi looked at him gratefully——

If he didn't have a leg disability, then who could not say that he was an extremely perfect man?

About ten minutes later, Han Ze walked in with a middle-aged man and looked at Nangong Mo with questioning eyes.

Zhizhi was thinking about how to ask, but Nangong Mo had already spoken, speaking fluent Spanish.

"Do you keep statistics on the migrant population in your town? Are there any East Africans among them?"

"Most of them don't know statistics, but in the past few months, an East African couple came here with a six-year-old child. More than a week ago, the East African woman disappeared and a missing person was reported."

Zhizhi handed the thing over and said simply in Spanish: "Can you bring this to the child? This is my gift to him."

The mayor hesitated, "Who are you?"

"I am a person who has received favor from his mother. This is something I owe."

"this……"

Upon seeing this, Han Ze took some money and gave it to the mayor. After a brief negotiation with him, the mayor took the things and left.

Song Xiaozhi looked at the empty palms and remembered the tragic situation of the East African woman's death. Her heart became heavy. She lowered her head, mourned for a moment, and closed her eyes.

When he looked up again, his face was indifferent and calm.

When she saw Nangong Mo staring at her, she laughed, "You are waiting for me to thank you, right?"

He shook his head, "Zhizhi, you are truly the kindest female killer I have ever seen."

Song Xiaozhi was stunned for a moment and said nothing.

Nangong Mo, why is it always so easy to see through her mind?

We obviously didn't spend much time together, and we didn't have much time together, but he always made her feel relaxed and comfortable with him.

And I feel that this is a very simple and happy thing.

Even after learning about his amazing alter ego, he still didn't give her any complicated feelings of pressure.

She touched her cheek and reflected.

Is it because she has become familiar with those unlucky children of the Nangong family for a long time?

Nangong Mo took out the clothes he had prepared and put them on the bedside. He said warmly, "Put on some clothes. I'll wait for you outside."

Zhizhi nodded and walked out.

When he went out, he saw Han Ze leaning against the helicopter that had landed in front of the door, instructing his men on the flight path. He sat down and stared at him with a smile for a while.

Han Ze felt his spine burning. He turned around and saw the BOSS calling to him.

He hurriedly ran over and said, "Master Mo, do you have any orders?"

"How is her wound?"

"There are wounds on the waist, claw marks, and scratches on the back. The gunshot wound on the chest has recovered and is not serious. There are also several broken skin wounds ten and a half centimeters above the navel, oh, that is, there are several skin wounds near the chest..."

"Breasts?" The voice was unintentional.

"The cup size should be between DE. You can't tell she is so thin but has such a great figure. She probably can't control it with just one hand."

"Touched?" The voice was neither cold nor indifferent, calm.

Han Ze's voice stopped suddenly and he carefully explained, "I... I guess it's just the BOSS."

"You are a doctor. This is a professional requirement. I won't blame you." Nangong Mo smiled, the curve of his lips was beautiful and attractive, and his tone was still light, "But Han Ze, you looked really carefully this time.

, I haven’t seen you so responsible for a long time.”

"BOSS, stop collecting shares, I rely on you for my food, drink and fun!"

"So you still remember." Nangong Mo stood up and patted his shoulder, "I thought you forgot."

Han Ze broke into a cold sweat and said, "Okay, I won't fly around anymore. From now on, I will follow you back to the Rose Garden, Master Mo."

Nangong Mo looked at him with relief, "Thank you, Han Ze, I'm really happy to have friends like you and Ji Yu. Ji Yu has been waiting for you in the Rose Garden."

Looking at Mr. BOSS's perfectly handsome face smiling and saying thank you, Han Ze wanted to cry but had no tears.

He doesn't want to see Ji Yu, he doesn't want to...