Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【Source of 206MZ】

After the waiter finished serving all the dishes, when he saw Zhizhi holding everything in front of him, he looked at her strangely for several times before retreating.

The waiter walked to the back and chatted quietly with others, speaking Italian with a dialect that would be incomprehensible to outsiders who had not studied it well.

"Oh my gosh, that's a meal for three people."

"Is this lady a big eater?"

"I couldn't understand what they were saying, but it seemed like she wouldn't let the gentleman opposite him eat."

"It seems like the gentleman opposite her is so pitiful."

"This gentleman must be working very hard to make money in the future, otherwise he would not be able to support such a food-hungry young lady."

Miss Song's face was covered with black lines and she turned around to glare.

Damn it, she understood everything.

Is that because the second young master didn't eat it himself, but it was her fault?

At this time, knowing many languages ​​has become a worry.

The waiters paid attention to Zhizhi's sharp eyes and quickly dispersed...

She turned back, cast her angry eyes at Nangong Mo in a depressed manner, and said angrily: "There is no good in being with a handsome man. Even if you lie down while eating, you will be shot."

Nangong Mo kept smiling.

He likes to see Zhizhi's rosy face in the light, whether she is naughty or angry, and always has an infinitely cheerful face. Now he sees her poking at the dinner plate and comforting her softly: "Miss Song, don't worry, I can do it."

Raise you up."

Ahhhhh...

Miss Song wanted to roar loudly.

The second young master is gentle, sinister and kind-hearted.

However, Wei Mao seems to always miss the key points and answer the wrong questions. This is just Wei Mao for Mao!

Nangong Mo just looked at her and smiled.

Just when Zhizhi Momo was about to lower her head, a hand suddenly stretched out, raised her thumb, and wiped away the remaining caviar from the corner of her mouth.

He took back his hand, looked at the brown crystal substance on his white fingers, unconsciously put it to his lips, and sucked it in.

Song Xiaozhizheng's face turned red, and he held the knife and fork in embarrassment and froze in place, unable to move.

Is this guy teasing me?

She swallowed the dry saliva, pushed everything in front of her to him, and her tone was a little erratic, "You... you are so hungry, I will feed you everything."

Nangong Mo's face also turned reddish, and his usually calm voice was a bit helpless, "Zhizhi, I didn't mean it... I just... suddenly wanted to taste it, you... continue to eat... I

I’m not hungry…forget what happened just now…”

His picture of a beautiful man holding his finger is so impactful and impressive, how can she forget it?

Zhizhi stood up in a hurry, tugged at the corner of his clothes and said in a panic: "I'm full, you pay, I'll wait for you outside."

Nangong Mo looked at her back, raised his hand and pressed his chest, feeling a throbbing that he hadn't felt in many years.

It's not that he has never had a woman, he has also been in love several times during this period, but no woman has ever made him feel so at a loss.

When he saw her head buried in her face and blushing, his heartbeat suddenly started to speed up.

It's like going back to the time when I first fell in love when I was more than ten years old.

This unmistakable feeling... overlaps with the first love, that first kiss, and the smell of that girl that remain in the vague memory fragments in my mind. They are so similar and consistent.

He stretched out his hand to call the waiter to pay. After paying the bill quickly, he looked at the girl standing in front of the door, hands behind her back, waiting for him. He pursed his thin lips into a faint smile, took long steps, and followed the petite figure closely.

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"Miss, that's right, Nangong Mo, the second young master of the Nangong family."

In the box, the sound of reports echoed.

Lu Qianning, who was elegantly dressed, saw all the actions of the men and women outside through the glass, and raised her eyebrows, "Is that Nangong Mo's woman?"

"I just heard that this young lady's surname seems to be Song."

Seeing that the two people had left, Lu Qianning had no interest in continuing to gossip about unimportant people she didn't care about. She hummed, raised her wrist to look at her watch, and raised her hand to order: "Okay, you all should leave first."

The men in black retreated, and Lu Qianning stared at the second hand on her wrist——

Ten minutes and forty seconds later, the tall figure of a man appeared in front of the door.

She looked up and laughed.

As expected, Brother Nangong still maintains this habit, neither being late nor arriving early.

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When the two of them went back, they took a water taxi. One sat in the front and the other sat in the back. With their heads tilted and neither of them talking, they quickly arrived at Nangong Mo's water villa in Venice.

The villa is not big, and the decoration is fresh and elegant. The white and light green colors are warm and comfortable, which is very consistent with Nangong Mo's temperament.

Zhizhi was arranged to the guest room on the first floor, while Nangong Mo went to the study.

Han Ze went to the guest room to deliver medicine to Zhizhi. Zhizhi seemed to have no intention of asking, "Is this your MZ headquarters?"

"This is just a villa that the young master bought when he came for vacation. Our MZ organization does not have a real headquarters. Wherever the young master is, the organization is there," Han Ze replied, still unable to hide his pride.

Zhizhi swallowed the medicine, drank a glass of water, thanked him, and continued to ask: "Your organization has become so famous in just three or four years. It is indeed worthy of admiration."

Han Ze didn't pay attention to Zhizhi's words of praise. He suddenly slammed the table and shouted, "I know!"

I was shocked to know that the three souls except the six souls.

She glared at him and said angrily: "Doctor Han, could you please have some professional ethics? There are still patients here. Even if they are not sick, they will be scared to death by you."

"When we founded the organization, BOSS insisted on using the abbreviation MZ. Ji Yu and I have been researching and guessing what this means. It turns out..."

Han Ze looked at Zhizhi and said, "So this is what the young master meant."

Zhizhi was still confused by what he said, "What do you mean?"

"What is the suffix of your name, and what is the suffix of the young master?"

After Han Ze finished speaking, Zhizhi was startled for a moment.

Mo, Zhi.

MZ.

Her heart was complicated and intertwined, and there was an indescribable warmth flowing in her chest, no matter whether the Z word was for Nangong Zhi, who had lived in the Rose Garden for three years, or for Song Xiaozhi now.

That's all her.

(Thank you dear yyxt66 for the gold medal, eh╭(╯3╰)╮)