Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【227Sorry】

Zhizhi's left arm was itching and hurting all the time. It was so uncomfortable that he finally couldn't bear it any longer and got up to leave.

Nangong Jue looked up at her and stood up.

Zhizhi walked to the coffee table to pour water, and he walked over silently and stood behind her without speaking.

She drank a glass of water, put it down, sighed silently, and walked towards the house.

When she leaves, he follows.

Wherever you go, follow.

Song Xiaozhi entered his bedroom in the research room and slammed the door with a bang. Nangong Jue was blocked from the door. He subconsciously raised his hand and threw it at the door frame. When his hand was about to fall on the white wooden door, he paused and forcefully

He took his arm back.

He stood in front of the door, motionless, staring at the wooden door, motionless and silent.

Zhizhi locked the door and took a long breath. He saw that the injured area on his arm had begun to become slightly red and swollen, and began to swell. He also felt that the itching on his body was getting worse.

She went to the bathroom, put in cold water, endured the pain, and put her injured arm into the water to relieve the itching.

Although this method may cause wound inflammation, it is the only way.

She soaked it for more than half an hour and felt that there was no strange feeling in her arm. She took out her arm and looked at it. Sure enough, the wound was swollen and became inflamed.

This is An Yi's place. Every room is equipped with a medicine box. She walked to the bed, took out the medicine box and started applying medicine for herself...

Apply a layer of anti-inflammatory medicine, put on pajamas, lie on the bed and close your eyes to sleep.

She likes to sleep when she is angry. At least it can relieve her stress and forget a lot of hatred.

Perhaps because she slept too much, she did not sleep until noon the next day as expected, and was woken up by hunger around two o'clock in the morning.

He walked to the window, opened the curtains, and saw that the curtains seemed to be closed in the bedroom of Nangong Jue's villa opposite, and he pulled his lips dryly——

He really slept peacefully.

Zhizhi closed the curtains, strode to the door, turned the doorknob, and opened the wooden door.

In the silent night, the door opened creaking, and a slender and tall figure was cast on the ground, completely covering Miss Song...

She was stunned, and it took a long time to suppress her surprise, "What are you still doing here?"

Nangong Jue stared at her, his bright black eyes locked on hers. It seemed difficult, but he said three words firmly, "I'm sorry..."

If sorry is useful, why do we need the police?

Sorry, how much is it worth? Can you eat and drink?

If everyone in this world has done something wrong and says sorry to you, can I kill you now and say sorry to your body...

If this sentence were spoken by someone else, Zhizhi could reply with at least N of the above mocking sentence patterns, but if it were put here by Nangong Jue, it would become silent...

Even if she didn't know Nangong Jue deeply, the two of them had at least stayed together for so long every day and had skin-to-skin contact. How could she not understand that this man must have said sorry to someone for the first time.

His gaze has nothing to do with sincerity or not, because when you look up, what you see is concentration.

Zhizhi struggled in his heart for a while, then shook his head and said: "As you said, the Lu family's matter is in the past. It is your and the Lu family's matter and has nothing to do with me. I can't bear these three words from you."

She wanted to close the door, but Nangong Jue blocked her this time.

He took off her hand that was on the doorknob, looked at her with slightly tired eyes for a long time, and then said: "You only scratched me once. If you don't forgive your hatred, you can continue."

Zhizhi raised his head and said, "Young Master Nangong, if you suffer for the Lu family like this, do you make me more of a villain?"

"This is for you." His eyes fell on her chest, waist, right leg, and shoulder under her pajamas. "You are injured and wronged. It's not me who saves you, and it's not me who accompanies you."

I was the last to know."

Zhizhi wanted to calmly face him whispering these words to her so seriously, but found that she couldn't calm down at all, and even felt sour in her heart.

"You are my Nangong Jue's person, my Miss Song. You are the only woman that I, Nangong Jue, have hugged, kissed, and owned in my life. You are also the person that I, Nangong Jue, should protect the most, but I let you disappear in front of me like this.

"I have been so seriously injured for a long time." His voice was low and slow, "So, Miss Song, how could you relieve your hatred by just cutting me with a knife?"

Zhizhi rarely heard so many words from CEO Nangong. Although it was not very sensational, it warmed her heart a lot. She looked at him curiously, "What would you do if you were me?"

"The easiest thing is to kill." Nangong Jue's tone was very serious, "The Lu family has taken care of me since I was a child, which is not an ordinary affection. I also... once suffered a great loss due to an arms failure many years ago.

Disaster, this is what I owe them, so I choose to forgive. It is me who forgives them. If you cannot forgive me, even if you kill me, it is normal."

Zhizhi was shocked for a moment. When he looked at Nangong Jue, he felt that his tone when he said this was so serious.

She knew that Nangong Jue always valued morality and affection, but she didn't expect that he also valued her so much.

If you didn't have weight in your heart, how could you say such words easily?

She had heard Nangong Jue claim to her so many times that she was his, but this time she felt the most serious.

Some people don't understand love, but once they recognize it, they are at a loss.

She lowered her hand holding the doorknob, thought for a moment, and whispered dissatisfied words: "Do I dare to kill you? If I kill you, it would be strange if Mr. Nangong is not wanted all over the world."

At the same time, I was lamenting quietly in my heart——

Can she kill him?

Zhizhi's stomach growled twice, and hunger struck him again, so he stretched out his hand to push him, "What are you doing in front of my door so late at night? Master, when did you get the habit of being a doorkeeper? Why don't you let me go?"

open."

But when she pushed him, Nangong Jue suddenly pulled her hand, his eyes suddenly turned cold, "What's wrong with the arm?"

He remembered that before arriving at Lu's house, there was still only a shallow scab on his arm. Why was it purple and bruised now?

(Thank you dear qiqi2004_yang for the silent gold medal, dear 13804225424 for the silent red envelope, okay^_^)