Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[239 None of them are Song Xiaozhi]

This was the most comfortable night I had slept in recently. When Zhizhi woke up, changed into clothes and went out, Xiao Shitou had already put on an apron and was cooking.

The aroma is overflowing, rich and attractive.

Looking at the back of my good son, how can he be so filial and well-behaved!

From now on, whoever marries his son will be blessed several times over.

Miss Song began to complain that Mao was her son, and that if she had not been reincarnated as a teenager in another family, there would have been at least a 50% chance...

Miss Song became mentally tough again.

Shitou brought out dishes, including porridge, side dishes, steamed buns, and two simple vegetarian dishes. They were very Chinese and simple dishes that tasted particularly delicious.

He wants to cook a lot of delicious food every day and quickly fatten up his mother.

Zhizhi ate happily. After finishing the meal, her son did not want her to clean up and asked her to go to the sofa and watch TV.

So she happily crossed her legs and watched TV. As soon as she sat down, the phone next to her rang. She saw that it was an unfamiliar number and answered it.

"Zhizhi, are you up yet?"

This was the first time she heard his voice on the phone. Zhizhi was stunned for a moment before saying, "Nangong Mo?"

"The voice is so energetic, it looks like I'm full already," he laughed, "I was planning to treat you to breakfast."

Zhizhi looked at the small stone that was busy in the kitchen and said with a smile: "Well, I have breakfast with love."

"Do you have time today?" Nangong Mo asked, "I think you haven't forgotten what you promised me, right?"

Miss Song stared at the stone without moving and said in wonder: "Prophecy is such a good skill. You knew it as soon as the stone came back."

"I am..." Nangong Mo paused, wanted to say something, and changed his tone, "Yes, that's good. Can you bring him to the Rose Garden today? I want to see him."

"OK!" He answered cheerfully, "I'll drive him there. Just be mentally prepared. This guy is very naughty."

Nangong Mo's voice was a little worried, "I haven't said hello to him formally yet. This is the first time we meet like this. How should I dress?"

Zhizhi chuckled and said, "Young Master Mo is already very beautiful and handsome. If I try to dress up any more, I would be embarrassed. Just look the same as usual. That's settled."

Nangong Mo hummed, and after agreeing on a time with Zhizhi, he hung up the phone.

Han Ze, who was sitting opposite him, was dissatisfied again and said angrily: "Boss, you are so weak recently. You can't use your prophecy ability without recuperating for several months. It was obviously you who wanted to see that tough girl who was waiting at the door of Nangong Villa yesterday.

I didn’t know the news until I saw that little guy coming in. Boss, you..."

"Okay," Nangong Mo sighed, "Han Ze, you've been talking more and more recently, and I don't even want to keep you here anymore."

Han Ze also sighed, "You are the BOSS. There are so many women in the world, why do you have to have a strong and stubborn woman who doesn't understand the slightest bit of charm?"

"You're right, there are so many gentle, beautiful and considerate women in the world," Nangong Mo smiled gently, "but none of them are Song Xiaozhi."

Han Ze was confused...

The BOSS is poisoned! He's been poisoned! He's been cursed!

At this time, Ji Yu walked in and reported: "Boss, we still haven't found any information about Madam. We didn't even leave any traceable relics. I guess it was during the cremation that Mr. Nangong ordered everything to be destroyed."

Hearing this, Nangong Mo's usually gentle face suddenly turned a bit cold, his eyes were dark, and the hand holding the tea cup unconsciously closed tightly, "Ji Yu, there must be something fishy in this."

Ji Yu nodded, "I'll continue to check."

Han Ze stood up and followed him, "The boss has to receive people today and clear out the manpower in the organization. I'll go with you."

Ji Yu glanced at Han Ze and stared for a long time without speaking.

Han Ze raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "Muji, what's wrong with you? Why are you in a daze? Did you hear what I said?"

Ji Yu's expression changed, and he quickly quickened his pace and quickly walked out the door.

What's wrong with him recently? When I see Han Ze again after half a year, I can actually see him losing his mind...

Damn it, Han Ze is a man!

How could he have weird thoughts about him...

Han Ze looked at his back, his face darkened, and he chased after him.

Master Ji, if you hate me, you don’t have to show it so obviously, right?

Nangong Mo was still looking out the window, looking at his empty right leg, and pursed his thin lips coldly.

Mother, I must give you an explanation from the Nangong family!

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While Zhizhi was watching TV on the sofa, he saw the housekeeper lingering outside the door of the research room, walking back and forth with a very anxious expression.

Shitou pushed Zhizhi and said, "Mommy, there's Ah Piao outside the door. She should be looking for you."

Miss Song pinched her son's face unhappy and said, "You boy, please be polite and call me Grandpa Butler."

At this time, the housekeeper walked in as if he had made up his mind, stood next to the sofa and said, "Ms. Song, I'm sorry to bother you. I have something to tell you. Don't you know if I'm taking up your time now?"

Shitou got up knowingly, turned off the TV, and smiled sweetly at the housekeeper: "Hello, grandpa housekeeper, I'm going back to the house to read."

After that, he stretched himself and went back to the room.

The housekeeper burst into tears.

He is only forty-six or forty-six. He is in the prime of life. His son has not even found a partner yet. How come he has already been reduced to the level of a grandfather...

Miss Song was very satisfied with Shi Shi's obedience and raised her eyebrows proudly: "Butler, do you think Xiaotou is becoming more and more sensible?"

The housekeeper's heart was filled with chills, but he could only nod his head and said firmly: "The young master has a good tutor, thanks to Miss Song's good teaching."

Zhizhi laughed and said, "If you have anything to say, just tell me. You seem to be a little off since last night."

"It's the eldest young master's business..." the housekeeper sighed, "the eldest young master hasn't had a bite of food since yesterday. He drank so much wine on an empty stomach last night, and now he has been working in the company. I'm worried about what happened to the young master.

Is there something wrong with your stomach? I want Miss Song to help persuade the young master to get it checked out."

Zhizhi was startled, "He hasn't eaten anything since yesterday?"

"Well, I was given a lot of high-end dishes but I wasn't interested. I didn't even take a look at them and did other things."

Zhizhi's heart suddenly became angry!

Your Nangong Jue, you really think you are an iron man, don’t you? No matter how strong your body is, you can’t go without eating!

"I understand, leave this matter to me."

Zhizhi was holding back her anger and went to the kitchen to fry tomatoes and eggs. She brought rice with her and heated up the porridge her son cooked and put it in a lunch box. Without thinking, she jumped into the car with the lunch box on tiptoe and went straight to Nangong Building.