Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【253 similar stranger】

The moment when innocence is attacked by wood is often the most exciting moment.

Zhizhi stared at him with his arms folded, half-smiling, but someone sitting seemed to feel the unabashed direct gaze, and the one with higher alertness woke up first.

As soon as Ji Yu opened his eyes, he saw Han Ze sleeping on top of him with no inhibitions. His face suddenly turned red, he pushed Han Ze away, stood up in a flash, and blushed at Song Xiaozhi: "

Song, Miss Song, don’t get me wrong, how is BOSS?"

"It's okay, I'm still sleeping." Zhizhi smiled very ambiguously, "Master Ji slept so happily just now, I don't misunderstand him, not at all..."

"Damn, what's going on!"

Han Ze over there suddenly uttered a curse word. He was very unhappy that his handsome face had come into close contact with the chair for no reason. This stumble knocked him awake. He rubbed his red and swollen forehead and said angrily: "Ji Yu

, you didn’t know how to tell me when you got up, who will be responsible if my young master’s face is broken.”

"I am..." Ji Yu explained in a panic. Seeing his red forehead, he asked urgently, "Is your head okay, Han Ze... I'm sorry, I, I'll get you some medicine."

Han Ze waved his hand, "It's okay, don't bother, I'll go check on the BOSS."

Ji Yu ran to get the medicine anyway, and Zhizhi smiled at Han Ze and said, "What, you confessed your love?"

Han Ze raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I think it's not good for people to be too proactive. As a peerless little lover, you have to have an attitude and wait for others to express their feelings at all times."

Peerless little experience...

This guy is becoming more and more shameless! He is getting further and further away from innocence!

Zhizhi: "Does Nangong Mo have something very important to go to Nangong headquarters?"

"Well, it's very important to BOSS." Han Ze thought for a while, "If I guessed correctly, when BOSS wakes up, he will definitely find a way to reenter Nangong Headquarters. He wants to get there before the Nangong Headquarters Conference."

"Nangong Headquarters Conference?"

"The headquarters meeting to select the heir will be held in three days." Han Ze shrugged. "I heard that the boss and his wife had entered the headquarters before, but they were banned from the headquarters by Mr. Nangong. I think unless there is any special contribution or important relationship,

, it is impossible to enter smoothly."

Zhizhi frowned and thought for a while, then nodded, "Anyway, I'll go back to Nangong Villa first, and I'll come over to see him when I have time tomorrow."

"Well, don't worry," Han Ze nodded, "Boss will be taken care of by me and there will be no problem. In order to prevent him from worrying about you and not wanting to rest, it would be better for you to go back today."

Zhizhi sighed, said goodbye to Han Ze and left. On the way, she happened to meet Ji Yu who was walking forward quickly. She saw that he was holding some ointment in his hand, so she joked: "Ji Yu, Han Ze's head seems to be bleeding."

Yes, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Ji Yu's expression becoming anxious and guilty, and he rushed back as fast as he could.

Zhizhi shook his head and sighed: "You didn't even say goodbye to me, it's true."

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When we drove back to Nangong Villa, most of the lights in each villa were turned off, and the servants had just gotten up to clean. The housekeeper was giving instructions to prepare breakfast. When he saw Song Xiaozhi coming out of the garage, he greeted: "Miss Song is back, breakfast."

It's being prepared and will be sent to the research institute later."

Zhizhi shook his head, "I still want to go back to sleep, forget about breakfast, where is the young master?"

"The eldest young master slept in Miss Song's room last night."

This man was in her bed.

Zhizhi quickly walked back to the research room, opened the door, and saw a tall man sitting in the living room. He was lying on the sofa, his slender legs hanging slightly at an angle, his black shirt had some messy folds, and his hair was hanging down.

, covering his usually cold eyes, looking from a distance, it looked like a quiet and timeless elegant and classical picture.

Young Master Nangong is still very pretty at this time.

She thought he was just sleeping on the sofa, so she picked up the blanket and covered him.

But as he approached, his arm was grabbed by him.

He reached down with his arms, and Zhizhi fell onto his chest.

He hugged her waist, looked at her with a pair of slightly tired black eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Miss Song, you are not allowed to sleep outside in the future."

Zhizhi saw bloodshot eyes in his eyes and realized that he must have been up all night and was waiting for her.

Feeling guilty in her heart, she hugged him and said, "I met a good friend I haven't seen for a long time. I lost track of time while chatting. I will definitely come back early next time."

Nangong Jue responded solemnly, holding her and not moving on the sofa. He just stared at her and held her without saying a word.

Zhizhi smelled the faint aroma of wine and tobacco on his body, glared at him and said, "I just stayed away for one night, and you smoked and drank. Are you committing chronic suicide?"

Miss Song became angry, patted his chest and said, "Get up, go back to your room and sleep."

Nangong Jue didn't say a word. He wrapped his arms around her, carried her back to the room, and placed her on the bed. Zhizhi looked at him and hadn't spoken yet. He leaned over and kissed her lips.

.

Without a word, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, deeply.

The faint aroma of wine and mint tobacco lingered between her lips and teeth, and there was also a light stubble that stung her chin...

I haven't seen this man for just one night, why is he so sloppy?

Zhizhi bit him, left his lips, and whispered: "If you continue to smoke and drink, I don't want you anymore."

He looked at her, closed his eyes, put his hands on both sides of her, put his forehead against his forehead, the tips of their noses facing each other, and his shallow hot breath hit her face...

Not knowing what was wrong with him, she opened her eyes and looked at him blankly.

His eyelashes are actually very long. When she closes her eyes, they will tickle across her eyelids. Looking at his skin from such a close distance, she has a healthy complexion and very good skin texture, even with thick hair.

No holes are visible.

Thinking back to the days when I struggled with acne, Zhizhi really felt that God was unfair!

"Miss Song."

He suddenly called her in a low voice, hugged her tightly, and pressed her against his chest. His voice was very weak, almost inaudible, "Don't betray me..."

Zhizhi listened intently, not quite sure what he was talking about, and asked repeatedly: "What?"

He said no more, let go of her, turned sideways, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

When Miss Song saw the distance between the two of them on the huge bed, she realized that this was the first time that the two of them were on the same bed and he was not sleeping with her in his arms.