Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【266 For Nangong Mo】

"BOSS, I need to go back to your ward. The gunshot wound on your body is only a few days old. If you don't take a good rest, it will only delay the recovery time."

"Okay, let's prepare and prepare the manpower. We will prepare to transport the ore to Nangong headquarters in the past two days. Don't delay."

"BOSS, we don't have the permission order from Mr. Nangong, and our names are not on the permission list. Even if we bring the young master with us, we will not be able to enter and may even be attacked." Ji Yu said with worry, "I'm afraid...

At that time, people in the organization will be seriously injured and still be blocked from the outside."

"Let's get ready first."

Nangong Mo pondered and whispered, "I will find a way to solve it."

Ji Yu walked out and silence returned to the room.

Zhizhi felt that Nangong Mo seemed to stand up, walked to the bed, leaned down, lifted her bangs, and touched her cheek with his long and gentle fingertips.

The gentle and warm touch lingered on her skin. When Zhizhi was considering whether to open her eyes, his voice came from her ears very close and clear, "Can you stay this time?"

The corners of Zhizhi's mouth trembled slightly, and her fingers clenched the corner of the quilt tightly without moving.

She didn't know if he knew she was pretending to sleep, but she could feel his eyes lingering on her face...

Zhizhi stubbornly did not open her eyes or move. She did not know how long the stalemate lasted. She only heard Nangong Mo sigh softly, stood up, opened the door, and walked out.

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The bandage on Lu Qianning's arm had been removed, and she was wearing a simple suspender pajamas, but it was still difficult to hide the large and small bruises and traces of beatings on her body. She slowly walked to the bed, sat on the edge, and stared at the bed sleeping on the bed.

He looked at the man's sleeping face and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Can this man whom she has looked up to for a long time really belong to her?

Grandpa and the old lady have agreed to get engaged. This man who is as noble as a god and has never made her stop yearning for him even though he is so cold and cold will be her husband...

No longer secretly looking, no longer looking up from hiding in a dark corner, no longer looking at the back of him and his sister walking side by side, feeling humble that I could never catch up.

Nangong Jue, she never dared to call his name like this. Every time she called him Brother Nangong, her heart would tremble several times.

She is not ugly, and has many suitors. He is the only man who may give her such heart palpitations that she cannot stop.

"Nangong..." She wanted to call his name, but the moment his sharp cold eyes opened, her lips trembled and she changed her title, "Brother Nangong, are you awake?"

Nangong Jue opened his eyes and saw the woman sitting next to the bed. His brows suddenly tightened and his face was covered with a layer of frost, "Who allowed you to come in?"

Lu Qianning stretched out her palm and said in a low voice: "Madam gave me the key to your room and asked me to come in and wake up Brother Nangong."

"Get out," he said without any unnecessary words, and closed his eyes again, "When I open my eyes again, I don't want to see you again."

Lu Qianning sat still and said in a very low voice, "Brother Nangong, I know you don't like me because of Miss Song. I came here with no purpose. I was just thinking about my sister's life over the years.

I always accompanied you, Brother Nangong, on your death anniversary, so it should be the same today, right?"

Nangong Jue slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, with a hint of sadness on his indifferent face.

Lu Lan's death anniversary is the day he remembers most clearly every year.

Now, I need someone to remind me.

From last night to now, his mind was filled with the face of a woman named Song Xiaozhi and the figure of her leaving with Nangong Mo...

She went with Nangong Mo, half for the mines and half for Lu Lan, how could he not be clear about it!

He never thought about forgetting Lu Lan. After all, in twenty years of life and death, there was only such a woman beside him.

He could eat and sleep with Lu Lan, and even take a bath in a river in an emergency, but he would not have any distracting thoughts.

Lu Lan once said, Ah Jue, I know you must not be a gentleman, but in the past twenty years you have neither been rude to me nor visually indecent to me, not even once, you must be gay.

When she said this, he was not angry at all, he would just look at her coldly and say, Lu Lan, the problem is with you, you are not a woman.

Lu Lan wasn't angry either, patting him on the shoulder and laughing, saying, "Mom, I really wish I was a man, at least the chance of winning in a fight could be increased by ten percent."

But when he heard Song Xiaozhi say that he liked men, he became angry, extremely angry, and had the urge to hold this woman in his arms and warn her fiercely, saying that if you talk nonsense again, I will hug you hard!

That's the difference.

Friendship, love.

But today, he didn't even remember the most important day to him.

Have you forgotten... Lu Lan.

He thought maybe he should say sorry that he never said easily in front of Lu Lan's grave, but he could imagine that Lu Lan shrugged back to him indifferently, "Go away, don't act like a bitch."

This is Lu Lan, the Lu Lan in his memory.

Nangong Jue turned his eyes and cast his indifferent eyes on Lu Qianning.

She looked really similar to Lu Lan, at least 70-80%. In the past, he could hardly remember what she looked like. He only glanced at her when Lu Lan introduced her as his sister, and looked at Lu Qianning for the first time.

She has the same haircut as Lu Lan, has similar eyebrows, height, and skin color, but even so, their aura and eyebrows are completely different.

Lu Lan wasn't so timid, nor would he look at him like this.

"Sister never likes to be late," Lu Qianning said softly and smiled bitterly, "In the past, my sister woke up at nine o'clock sharp every day. Every year, Brother Nangong would definitely go to my sister's grave at nine o'clock sharp. This year, isn't it?

Same?"

Nangong Jue stood up, glanced at the grandfather clock, and Jingyu ordered, "Go and change clothes."

At least say goodbye to an old friend.

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After Nangong Mo left, Song Xiaozhi got up and went to Han Ze and asked about Xiao Shitou's checkup. After making sure that everything was fine, he borrowed Han Ze's car and drove straight to Nangong Villa.

The housekeeper seemed surprised when he saw her, but he still said: "Miss Song is back."

"I'm here to see the eldest young master." She turned her attention to Nangong Jue's villa and walked over quickly without further questioning.

She had walked such a familiar road so many times, but this time, it was a little difficult.

She walked to the glass door in front of the living room, looked up, and happened to see Nangong Jue's bedroom door open, and Lu Qianning walking out of his bedroom, wearing thin pajamas, with a slightly red face.

Zhizhi was startled for a moment, as if a bottomless abyss had been dug into his chest, his mind went blank, and the soles of his feet felt like they were driven into a pile with lead and couldn't move.

She took a step forward with difficulty, and the sensor glass door opened suddenly. She raised her legs and walked in slowly.

Lu Qianning stood upstairs and obviously saw Zhizhi coming in. She looked back at the bedroom where she came out, raised her feet, slowly walked downstairs, stood in front of Zhizhi, and smiled and asked: "Come to Nangong

Big brother?"

Zhi Zhi forced a smile and said, "Miss Lu is self-aware and understands that I am not here to find you."

Lu Qianning raised her eyebrows and looked at her. Without any extra words, she spoke a few words clearly, "Brother Nangong and I, as you can see, we are already engaged."

Zhizhi stood there, her expression unchanged, and the smile she had just pulled out was still there. She raised her lips slightly, "Congratulations to Miss Lu on the success of the substitute plan, and I wish you happiness."

Lu Qianning frowned and sneered: "We have already decided the outcome."

Zhizhi looked at Lu Qianning with a very cold look and shook his head, "Forget it, Miss Lu, I don't want Nangong Jue."

Lu Qianning's expression changed drastically and she shouted angrily, "Get out of the way, good dogs don't block the way."

"I've only heard that good donkeys don't bray," Zhizhi turned to let her pass, "good people don't block the way of wild dogs."

Lu Qianning gritted her teeth, walked around Song Xiaozhi, went back to her guest room, and slammed the door.

Zhizhi walked to the sofa, sat down, poured herself a cup of hot tea, sipped it slowly, smelled the lingering fragrance of tea, and looked ahead without saying anything.

When she finished drinking a cup of tea, the sound of the door opening came from above.

The footsteps were obviously delayed.

Zhizhi put down the cup and smiled slightly upward. Nangong Jueli looked at her from a distance, his tall and straight back remained unchanged, his cold eyes as cold as ice remained unchanged, and his thin lips pursed slightly.

Nothing has changed.

But after only one day apart, Zhi Zhi felt as if a world had passed away, with a drastic change in mood and a dilemma between love and affection.

Nangong Jue walked over with long strides and stood in front of Zhizhi before standing still. He lowered his head and looked at her. His voice was as low as a bell, mellow and hoarse, "Miss Song, you're back."

Zhizhi stood up and shook his head slightly, "You can't come back."

Nangong Jue's heart was hurt by the blade. Looking at her isolated eyes, he asked in a low voice: "Nangong Mo's place has made you linger, haven't you?"

She thought of Lu Qianning coming out of his room, shaking her head silently, without criticizing or saying anything.

Nangong looked at her in despair, and the sadness that flashed across his eyes was obvious. It took him a long while before he returned to his usual indifference.

He thought about the futile investigations into Rose Garden due to the passage of time. When facing the person involved, he finally asked directly: "Why did you live in Rose Garden eight years ago?"

Zhizhi glanced at him and said clearly: "For Nangong Mo."

(Thank you QQ471552285 for the silent gold medal and 15304043165 for the silent red envelope, okay^_^)