Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【263 decision】

"That girl, where is she now?"

"I left the young master the next day after curing the virus. I also checked the girl's traces, but I don't know if she was well hidden or if she was dead. There is no information about her."

Meng Yao nodded and ordered: "Don't show up in the near future."

"Old Madam, last time I talked about the Nangong family headquarters picking you up..."

"You don't have to come over, I will take care of myself."

Butler Shen was quiet for a long time before saying: "Madam is going to the headquarters. I hope you won't forget what you promised me..."

"Shen Tuo, of course I won't forget what I promised. Besides, it's not just because of you this time! Just stay on the island and do your thing."

The other person responded and hung up the phone.

After putting down the phone, Meng Yao's feet went weak and he leaned against the wall, almost falling.

It's her - the girl adopted eight years ago, this woman.

Is there really such a coincidence in this world?

So, is that child A Jue’s?

Could that child... be her grandson... But Nangong Mo recognized it now!

Bad premonitions began to swirl in her mind...but she couldn't figure it out...

Eight years, such a coincidental time, even if she could not completely deny the possibility of Nangong Mo, but if that was her grandson...

She hesitated, hesitated, unable to make a decision.

"lady."

A subordinate's report sounded in his ears. Meng Yao looked up and said coldly: "Have you found out who did it?"

The subordinate leaned over and whispered a few words to Meng Yao, and Meng Yao's expression changed slightly.

She pursed her lips and closed her eyes.

After thinking for a moment, she walked to the window and opened it. The fragrant fragrance of flowers hit her. For a moment, she was dazzled. She couldn't help but think of Lu Lan when she was a child, holding a bouquet of wild chrysanthemums and jumping in front of her. The child said: He asked innocently what he looked like.

"Auntie, will Ah Jue marry me in the future?"

"Of course, you have already made an engagement."

"But Ah Jue is so cold. I'm afraid I'll freeze to death if I marry him."

"Xiaolan, what are you talking about? No matter how cold Ah Jue is, isn't he the one who turned his back on you, saved you, and was the first to rush over when he saw you in danger?"

Lu Lan smiled innocently, as beautiful as the morning glow, "Well, then Ah Jue can only marry me from now on, and is not allowed to marry anyone else."

Meng Yao couldn't laugh or cry, "No one is allowed?"

陆蓝思考着,望向身后躲在树荫下的小人儿,歪头笑起来,“好吧,那允许他娶千凝,要是敢娶除了我和千凝的女人,我揍死他! "

Even though those words were children's words, Meng Yao's eyes still got wet when he heard them.

This is the only chance to make up for Xiao Lan, the only one.

She faced the window for a long time before she finally made up her mind and ordered in a cold voice: "Destroy the evidence about the Lu family. I don't want anyone other than you and me to know about this."

The men in black nodded in agreement and left.

Meng Yao took off his sunglasses and wiped his tears with his fingers, realizing that they had been dried by the wind without any trace.

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"Put me down," Zhizhi sighed and pushed Nangong Mo's chest, "Your legs and feet are inconvenient. Carrying me will only make you more tired. Besides, your body has not recovered yet, so you can't be too tired."

Nangong Moyubai's face turned slightly rosy, and he smiled and said, "Are you worried about me, or do you not want me to hug you?"

"Just think that I'm worried about you."

Zhizhi jumped off him and walked with him towards the front of the hospital, "Thank you for helping me out."

"I just told the truth, it's not a rescue," Nangong Mo replied, turning to look at her, "If I hadn't arrived, would you have told Nangong Jue the truth?"

Zhizhi was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly said: "I should... yes."

"I always thought you didn't want to say anything," he said gently, walked to the car and opened the door, "If you answer like this, I'll be relieved."

Zhizhi sat in silently, "I have decided to retire from the long-term mission to the Nangong family, and we will no longer have anything to do with it, so I don't have anything to do with it."

Nangong Mo looked at her deeply and sat in, "Shitou has been transferred to the hospital where I am staying. I will take you there to see him first."

Zhizhi nodded, raised his head and asked, "Nangong Mo, you can't come here by such a coincidence. Are you using your abilities indiscriminately again?"

Nangong Mo chuckled, "No, I've come here before for diagnosis and medical records."

Zhizhi has an expression of contempt that you can’t make up.

She solemnly said: "Don't use your abilities indiscriminately anymore. Do you know that the way you were shot that day almost scared me to death? Also, how could you be discharged from the hospital so casually? Didn't Han Ze say that he would take good care of you?"

Are you there? And Ji Yu, why did you let you out..."

Nangong Mo stared at her scolding him, looked at her smiling, and said nothing.

This kind of moment was unparalleled happiness, and he really couldn't bear to interrupt it.

Zhizhi noticed that he had been silent and stopped to look at him, "Are you being careless and not listening to me on purpose?"

"I'm afraid I'll hear what you say a few more times. How dare you!" He smiled and raised his hand, "I surrender. I'll just be obedient and stop making random predictions from now on."

Through his shirt, Zhizhi saw that he was still wrapped in bandages, so he grabbed his arm and put it down, sighing: "Okay, if you lift it so high, the wound will open, and Han Ze will blame me again when he sees it.

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Nangong Mo hummed, put down his hand, and sat against her in the back seat, motionless.

The driver took them to the hospital. Nangong Mo and Zhizhi entered the ward where Shi Shitou was and saw Han Ze wearing a white coat taking notes for Shi Shitou's examination.

Zhizhi asked in surprise: "Has Han Ze been hired?"

Han Ze shook his head: "How can such a small place hire me? BOSS bought this place to facilitate his recovery. I am now the dean here."

Zhizhi turned to look at Nangong Mo and sighed, "Boss is indeed a rich man, spending money like water."

Nangong Mo didn't reply, but smiled gently and elegantly.

(Thank you dear 18255164508 for the silent red envelope, eh╭(╯3╰)╮)