Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【205 Gentle Second Young Master】

Winding water lanes, flowing clear waves.

The entire water city is like a romantic dream floating on the blue waves, poetic and beautiful.

After Song Xiaozhi had a detailed examination in the hospital, he went back to Nangong Mo's residence with him.

Now that we have arrived in Shuicheng, we naturally take a boat ride. Zhizhi, dressed casually, lies on his back on the boat and looks at the scenery passing by. Perhaps it was Nangong Mo’s special order. The boater deliberately bypassed the Phoenix Opera House and the Bridge of Sighs.

as well as being called

Piazza San Marco, one of the most beautiful squares in the world, with its Byzantine architecture, breathtakingly beautiful cloisters, and Rainbow Island that brews an extremely romantic atmosphere, makes Zhizhi forget all the pain on his body and enjoy it in a comfortable and soothing way.

Watching the landscape.

The river was meandering beside his ears, Zhizhi crossed his legs and observed the people on the bank with a smile on his face.

Nangong Mo sat next to her, looked at her lying posture and laughed, "You really don't look like a patient."

"That's because I can take beatings physically and have strong adaptability," Zhi Zhi continued with a meaningless expression.

Nangong Mo looked down at her, his brows twitching slightly, "Zhizhi, these days you have been at Nangong's house, the wear and tear on your body has been too serious, and the heart disease you have had for many years has also shown symptoms, so... don't stay any longer."

"With a one-year long-term mission, you can't just quit at the drop of a hat." She shook her head, "I don't want to be shot by our boss."

Nangong Mo looked down at her and said in a clear voice, "Why can't you retreat?"

"If you cancel the mission, you will have to pay twenty times the mission fee. I have been exposed to gunfire and rain, and my life savings are only so little..."

Zhizhi stopped as he spoke.

She saw Nangong Mo looking at her with a smile and some earnest eyes, and a bit of indifferent determination.

ah……

She forgot that the person in front of her was the legendary boss who had nothing but the most money.

Miss Song, you are so shabby.

Without waiting for Nangong Mo to speak, she waved her hand and declared, "I never owe money on credit."

Nangong Mo grabbed her swaying hand and put it down. His tone was very calm, "Zhizhi, you are really quick to refuse."

She pulled back her hand and said awkwardly: "I just..."

"Is it just that you don't want to do something like owed a favor? I understand that I am not willing to do such a thing, let alone you." He took her words, "So you should do something to make up for it first.

"

After thinking about it, she pretended to be fierce and threatened, "Nangong Mo, don't give me such stupid things as compensation, a warm bed, a plaything, a love slave... This is what you insist on helping me, and I didn't ask you to do it.

.”

Nangong Mo looked at her with strange eyes, "It's just a very simple job. It's not like you've never done it before, I just ask you to continue to be my exclusive driver during your stay in Italy."

Miss Song covered her face.

It's because her thoughts are impure, it's because she's evil again... Little Shitou, Mommy, I'm going to face the wall.

She turned her head and asked: "Nangong Mo, I understand that you are a good person, but why do you always help me like this?"

Before Nangong Mo spoke, Han Ze, who had been silent all the time, suddenly interrupted, "It's not because our young master likes you!"

Zhizhi paused for a moment and glared at Han Ze, "Adults are chatting, little ones are not allowed to interrupt and talk nonsense!"

Han Ze nodded and fell silent...

What happened to him as a child? Should he be discriminated against as a child?

Besides, what he said was all the truth, and he didn’t mean any nonsense!

Nangong Mo looked at Zhi Zhi and was silent for a long time. The corners of his mouth rippled, creating a beautiful and smooth arc. A faint smile bloomed on his face. His tone was like the wind, and his warmth was like the sun. "I like to help you, okay?"

Miss Song is fantasy again...

What answer is this?

Second Young Master, did you study Chinese well in primary school?

This is a question. Is it okay to answer it without a rhetorical question?

Also, what's going on with this gentle and domineering language, and what's going on with this affectionate gaze that keeps darting at you?

Second Young Master Nangong, when did you become so direct? Miss Song blushed when she saw you.

Zhizhi turned his face unnaturally, rowed the side of the boat with one hand, and drew a long ripple in the water, with sparkling scales and bright luster...

Nangong Mo looked at her fingers and saw her lying silently beside the boat, so he turned around and said no more.

Since he promised her that he would wait, he would not rush to ask her for anything.

Look at her like this and stay quietly by your side.

Actually, it's pretty good.

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When the boat was halfway through the journey, Zhizhi's stomach began to growl, and she began to sing about the empty city plan. She turned around and happened to see a Western restaurant called La Vita, and her index finger moved for a moment.

She sat up and turned her head. Before she could say her request, Nangong Mo beside her said, "Stop. When entertaining guests, you must first make her full."

Zhizhi grinned. It was great to have a considerate man by your side. It saved you the effort to speak.

The two got off the boat, and Han Ze was responsible for returning to the villa to prepare.

After sitting in the restaurant, Zhizhi took out the menu and ordered a bunch of things without hesitation.

She was going to make up for the lack of food in the past few days and treat herself well.

After the waiter went down, Nangong Mo said in a somewhat surprised tone, "I remember you spoke standard Spanish before I came here, and now you speak so authentic Italian when ordering. I know, you seem to know many languages."

"It's just thanks to the stone," she shrugged. "These days, killers require high quality. If you don't master a few skills, you won't have a job."

Thanks to her good son who always forces himself to study!

At this time, the dinner plate was brought up. When Zhizhi saw that Nangong Mo was empty, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "You don't want to eat? I didn't order yours."

He nodded and smiled: "Maybe if I watch you eat, you will be full."

Is this a compliment to her for her beauty?

Zhizhi pouted slightly, coughed twice in embarrassment, lowered his head, picked up the knife and fork, and ate silently——

(The 10,000-word update has been completed today. Dear friends, there is no need to wait. The next update will be in the early morning of tomorrow.)