Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[240 Miss Song’s domineering attitude is exposed]

Song Xiaozhi drove all the way to Nangong Enterprise Building, jumped out of the car and walked in quickly.

Walking in the lobby, she happened to meet Sun Liangxin. When she saw Zhizhi, she grabbed Zhizhi and apologized: "Sorry, Xiaozhi, I didn't know you were injured last time and couldn't drink. The president even called the department to give instructions.

I said that I will have dinner with you next time, as long as you are responsible for eating and drinking, oh my, the president really loves you."

She is only responsible for eating. Does this mean she is being treated as a pig?

But Zhizhi didn't expect that Nangong Jue's original call was to be dealt with in this way. She thought that based on his character, he would be dismissed or expelled.

This time, Master Nangong showed his humanity.

She is dark.

Zhizhi said: "Minister, let's have dinner together next time we have a chance. I have something to talk to the president about."

Sun Liangxin pointed to the third floor, "The president is having a meeting in the conference room on the third floor. There are still two hours before the meeting..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhizhi ran up to the third floor.

Striding straight to the conference room on the third floor, Miss Song kicked open the conference room door and walked straight to the middle of the conference room next to a man with strong and handsome lines in a black suit. She dropped her lunch box with a bang, picked up the microphone, and spoke to the people sitting around

A room full of company personnel announced, "The meeting will be suspended for twenty minutes."

Everyone was stunned...

Miss Song is so domineering!

Nangong Jue looked at the powerful little woman standing beside him and frowned, "Miss Song, what are you doing?"

Hearing this, Zhizhi leaned on the table and smiled with a gentle and virtuous smile. She was beautiful and generous, and her voice was as sweet as a ticket service hotline for buying airplane tickets. "President, no matter how big the matter is, you have to eat first!"

"

Everyone got goosebumps from Miss Song's crooked voice. They all stood up and walked out knowingly.

Within tens of seconds, the conference room was quickly cleared.

All very good.

Zhizhi lowered his head to look at Nangong Jue, thinking that he would be unhappy at least for a while, but she didn't expect that his frowned eyebrows would relax, and his eyes would shine brightly as he looked at her as if he were looking at tens of millions.

No, even if the CEO doesn't take him seriously, he won't shine so brightly.

"Miss Song, are you here to bring me food?" He raised his eyebrows and said with a rare smile in his tone, "Are you worried about me?"

Zhizhi waved and shook his head, "I am the assistant to the president. I am just here to complete my work. President, please don't worry too much."

Nangong Juedan narrowed his eyes, "Why is Miss Song so afraid that I'm too worried? What's wrong with me?"

"If the CEO is not afraid that the food is poisonous, then continue talking," Miss Song began to threaten, "You know, I am in An Yi's research laboratory, and if I grab some poisons, medicines, etc., I can poison you to the point of paralysis.

.”

The CEO chuckled indifferently, "It doesn't matter if he is paralyzed, or if he is completely disabled, in the final analysis, it's not up to you to take care of me, Miss Song!"

Zhizhi was messy, "I'm just going to be your personal assistant for a year. With just that little money, you want me to take care of you for the rest of my life. Just dream!"

"Then tell me," the big CEO suddenly raised his hand, grabbed her arm, turned her slightly, and landed her in her arms, "How much does it cost to buy you for the rest of your life, my woman?"

Zhizhi's chest skipped a beat. Seeing him asking her questions seriously, he lowered his head, remained silent for a while, then raised his head and asked, "Are you serious?"

He asked in a low voice: "What do you think?"

Seeing that he was really serious, Zhizhi raised his hands and started counting with his fingers. After a while, he smiled and said: "You can't afford it, what should I do?"

"Snatch it back."

The CEO smiled proudly and announced calmly.

Miss Song raised her arms and shouted, robbers, bandits, bad citizens who don’t abide by the law!

Seeing that she was no longer making trouble, Nangong Jue raised his hand to open the lunch box. After smelling the familiar smell, he finally felt the long-lost hunger.

He picked up the chopsticks, took a bite of the food, his eyes were clear, and he didn't stop, but started eating silently...

The rice was all eaten, the vegetables were all eaten, and the porridge was eaten cleanly.

Zhizhi sat in his arms and stared at him in disbelief as he elegantly used everything, and became suspicious of the housekeeper angrily.

Having trouble with your appetite?

Doesn’t this man eat well?

Just like my usual habit of watching my son eat, when I see him finish eating, I habitually pick up a tissue and wipe the corners of his mouth.

Young Master Nangong froze for a moment, not used to such actions.

But it feels very intimate and I like it very much.

Because it was his Miss Song who was doing this.

Zhizhi suddenly realized what he was doing, quickly stopped his hand, threw down the tissue, got up and started packing his things.

Nangong Jue also looked quite embarrassed, coughed twice and said nothing.

Although the most intimate things had been done, this kind of intimacy that was too natural and not forced made both of them blush slightly and started to feel awkward.

Zhizhi packed up his lunch box and changed the subject, "Well, I misunderstood you about my drinking yesterday. I'm sorry."

Nangong Jue glanced at her and responded in a low voice, "Yeah."

Hmm, that's a hairy thing!

I just don’t know that it’s okay to say it!

Zhizhi added: "The housekeeper said that you haven't eaten since last night. He was afraid that you would have a bad appetite. He asked me to advise you to go to the hospital for a check-up. But now, it seems that you are fine."

"Those, I don't like to eat." He answered shortly.

Zhizhi glared at him.

You're still young? She's not even picky about food!

"The dishes for yesterday's lunch were the same as now. Didn't you finish them all?"

The stiffness on the CEO's face still hadn't gone away, and he replied stiffly: "I just like the smell today."

Zhi Zhi Qi: "It's all the same."

"no the same."

"What's different?"

"You did it."

"What's wrong with what I did..." Miss Song suddenly stopped her roar, froze and looked at the ice cube face, "I... you... can you eat it?"

The CEO pointed out shamelessly, "Yours tastes like paste."

Miss Song threw it, "Then you still eat it!"

The CEO's face is still very cold, and his words are also compulsively domineering, "I like it."

Miss Song felt that she could no longer stay here and talk to him.

Stay one more second...

She will die with a rapid heartbeat.

Picking up the lunch box, she raised her head and left quickly.

When she opened the door and saw all the company employees waiting for a meeting standing in front of the door, looking at her with horrified expressions, she had the idea of ​​burying herself in a hole.

The glass door is transparent, so everything must be visible.

They both roared so loudly that they must have all been heard.

Nangong Jue, you stinky ice cube has embarrassed me and the entire company...

◆qian◇mo◆mo◆◆◇Original first release◇◆

Song Xiaotou was picked up from Nangong's house by Song Xiaozhi, saying that they hadn't gone shopping together for a long time. They drove all the way to the bustling department store, held his little hand and started strolling around.

After looking at the women's clothing area for a few minutes, Zhizhi looked at it for about the same time, then pulled Song Xiaotou forward and walked around the children's clothing area. She smiled sweetly and said: "Good boy, do you prefer Korean style or Japanese style?

As long as you like it, Mommy, I will buy it all for you."

Song Xiaotou was bullied, what the hell is Mommy doing again!

Usually I never ask him for his opinion. I always forcefully buy a bunch of dogs and cats with stupid shapes and push them to him in a bad mood. This time I am so democratic, there must be something fishy about it.

He replied with a cool face: "As long as it's not Mommy's taste, whatever."

Zhizhi gritted his teeth. When he was good, this boy was invincible. When he was venomous, he could rival that damn man Nangong Jue.

"Then I'll ask the clerk to help you choose." Miss Song said with a good-tempered face, "Go to the store in front."

Shitou didn't object, and the two of them, one tall and one short, walked in. As soon as they stepped in, they saw a tall man standing among a group of women who were chattering non-stop. He was wrapped up and looked embarrassed.

It's Nangong Mo.

He looked up and saw Zhizhi. As if he had met a savior, he quickened his pace and walked over. His voice was unnaturally nervous, "Zhizhi!"

Zhizhi looked surprised, "Nangong Mo, why are you here?"

Nangong Mo stood still in front of them, glanced at Song Xiaotou, and said with a smile: "I'm here to buy gifts for my friend's children. What a coincidence, you also bring Xiaotou to buy clothes?"

Zhi Zhi nodded fiercely and extended his hand to introduce, "Xiao Tou, you should have met this uncle before. His name is Second Young Master."

Nangong Mo stretched out his hand and touched Xiaotou's head, and said with a smile: "Don't see anyone else, just call me uncle."

Classmate Song Xiaotou’s face was covered with black lines——

His mother and this man treat him as a fool, right?

He nodded to Nangong Mo and called politely: "Second Young Master."

Nangong Mo looked a little embarrassed, Xiao Zhi hurriedly said: "I'm afraid of strangers, it'll be fine once you get used to it."

Nangong Mo said: "I'm here to help my friend's son buy clothes. He's just eight years old. He's about the same height as Xiao Tou. Xiao Zhi... can you and Xiao Tou help me choose a line?"

Xiaozhi quickly pushed Song Xiaotou forward, "Just as big as my Xiaotou, you can take him to help you try."

Song Xiaotou glanced back at Zhizhi, said nothing, frowned, and walked in with Nangong Mo. Song Xiaozhi stood in front of the door, looking left and right, looking at their backs, deliberately not moving.

(Thank you to wall5438, linzhou88, Xiaopangpanghu, ylshen, and Niu Sanyuan for sending me silent gold medals, dear Jiang Xiaoxiao for sending me silent flowers, group ^_^)