Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[271 Stone’s Quiz]

Nangong glanced at the Lu family in despair and whispered: "You two, please help yourself."

"Brother Nangong..."

Lu Qianning called out, but did not stop her brother Nangong.

There was no one around, and no one cared about them.

Lu Qianning blamed the Nangong family's hospitality and stamped her feet: "Grandpa..."

But when she turned to look at her grandfather, she found that the corner of his lips was a smile that she couldn't understand.

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Tired from the flight, Zhizhi hugged the little stone as a pillow and fell asleep all the way. The little stone was in great pain when her mother squeezed it, and she couldn't bear that her mother would be bored when she woke up, so she had to endure it.

The second young master sat opposite the two of them and tried many times to rescue Xiao Shitou to rescue him from various twisted postures, but his efforts were in vain and Miss Song split him open with a wave of her palm.

The second young master was impatient, "I am powerless and unable to save you."

Xiao Shitou persuaded her earnestly, "Second Young Master, you have seen that my mommy is not only stupid, but also an idiot and has no femininity at all."

Nangong Mo raised his eyebrows, "Your tone seems to be persuading me to give up on your mommy as soon as possible."

The second young master smiled and said, "My mother is free to love and I don't interfere, but I still want to know the reasons for many things."

Nangong Mo put down the book in his hand, sat upright and smiled: "If you want to know anything, just ask, I won't hide it from you."

"Our Song family likes to play games. Second Young Master, do you want to try it?"

Nangong Mo nodded.

Shitou's eyes flashed and he started a quick question and answer: "Do you like my mommy?"

"like."

"Want to marry my mommy?"

"right."

"What's your favorite food?"

"There's nothing I particularly like."

"Favorite thing to do?"

"No."

"Favorite woman?"

"Song Xiaozhi."

"Why are you going to Nangong Headquarters?"

"Get something important."

"Why save my mommy?"

"To protect."

"Why kill people?"

"I have never killed anyone myself."

Shitou's eyebrows moved, but he didn't stop speaking, "Why do you want to help me transport the ore?"

"You are my son."

"What if I'm not?"

Nangong Mo was startled for a moment, and his eyes became suspicious, "Do you... don't want me to be your father?"

Song Xiaotou shook his head, "I just made sure you would be nice to my mommy."

Nangong Mo's thin lips moved but he said no more.

That series of questions and answers were all temptations.

Being wary is not a bad thing, but what puzzles him the most is... MZ organizations are mostly financial-oriented, and the several batches of arms transactions he has made have not involved very fierce gun battles. The most serious one was the ambush.

He lost his legs and he had never actually raised a gun to kill. Why would this little guy have such a problem?

Shi Shi wrinkled his nose and looked out the window.

Well, at least it's confirmed that this is a harmless man.

At least for mommy, yes.

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Nangong Headquarters, when the plane landed, when Song Xiaozhi got off the plane, he was still blinded by these splendid buildings and high-end weapons and equipment...

The subordinates here, even the gatekeepers, are wearing very expensive submachine guns with high cost and long range. The pure black suits they are wearing are all customized by Armani. There are also those stylish sunglasses. Ms. Song especially wants to take them off to see where they are.

Home appearance.

The three of them walked forward and saw Han Ze and Ji Yu waiting in front of the beach. They stepped forward to greet them and walked to Nangong Mo to report that the mine had been safely transported to the weapons base and there was nothing to worry about.

After Zhizhi thanked her, he saw from a distance a gentle and beautiful woman in cool clothes slowly walking over with her hands raised and a smile on her lips, "Miss Song, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Zhizhi smiled back, "Beauty, long time no see."

Shitou ran forward and pinched his Aunt An's arm, "Aunt An must be living a leisurely life in the headquarters."

An Yi still looked like a gentle young lady, smiling at Xiao Shitou: "You are still so cute, Shitou, haven't you grown any taller at all?"

Shitou was struck by the thunder and immediately glared, "Aunt An, you must have been a beauty in the Tang Dynasty."

An Yi glanced at Zhi Zhi and sighed: "Xiao Zhi, your son is still very much like you in some aspects."

Such as poisonous tongue.

Zhizhi ignored the bickering between the two people and pointed to the people next to Nangong Mo and introduced: "Han Ze, Ji Yu, friends of the second young master, who are responsible for transporting the ore, are allowed to be brought into the headquarters."

Han Ze was a little excited when he saw his former popular senior, "Senior, do you still remember me?"

An Yi smiled and said, "Remember, our mentor's only beautiful little Shoujun, how could I not remember it!"

Han Ze was shocked. What kind of situation is this? Senior An’s words could make him be struck to death by lightning. Ji Yu is still here...

"Xiao Shoujun?" Ji Yu was confused, "Han Ze, your nickname?"

Everyone looked at him with contempt.

Young Master Lian Er shook his head slightly, "Ji Yu, pay more attention to the changes in the current times."

Shitou also shook his head, "Does Uncle Ji know what 1 and 0 are, Lord Rabbit and Gay?"

Miss Song hit her son on the head with a bang, "Where did you learn so much nonsense, Shitou?"

Her son is impure, impure...

Shitou touched his head aggrievedly and remained silent.

Mommy, that’s because you don’t hide the comics when you read them, throw them away when you read novels, and don’t clear the records when downloading pictures of men, okay?

Ji Yu still didn't understand and turned to Han Ze, "Do they all call you Xiaoshou? Why do you never let me call you that?"

Master Han immediately ignored Ji Mutou and changed the subject to An Yi, "My mentor has always talked about my senior's awards and achievements, saying it's a pity for your talent, otherwise you would have achieved great results. The mentor once said that it was rumored that my senior was disfigured.

, is a scar that cannot be repaired. It seems that the rumor is false."

Zhizhi looked at An Yi in surprise. Has this beautiful and quiet face ever been destroyed?

"No, that's just a rumor." An Yi smiled lightly, "It's not me who is ruined."

Han Ze nodded and stopped asking. Zhizhi saw the hurt in An Yi's eyes and said with a smile, "Okay, the sea breeze is strong, let's go in first."

"The guest room has been arranged. Come with me. Second Young Master please."

After An Yi led a group of people to conduct an inspection, they entered Nangong's headquarters. Zhizhi and Nangong Mo walked at the end. Seeing that Nangong Mo had been silent, she asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? You don't look good?"

Nangong Mo raised his face, forced a smile, shook his head, "It's okay."

From the first step he took here, he felt gloomy, depressed, and a very strange feeling hit his heart, making him breathless, his head buzzing, and he couldn't calm down.

But looking back now, I have no memory of this place.

When Zhizhi saw that he didn't answer, she didn't ask any questions. She lightly straddled his arm and said in a low voice, "I'll help you."

He looked at her blankly, and she smiled, "It's always difficult to walk on the beach if you wear a prosthetic leg. It's better to have someone to help you."

Ripples appeared on Nangong Mo's lips, and his heart was instantly warmed. All the gloomy feelings were swept away at this moment.

"Thank you, wife." He smiled slightly mischievously. Seeing that she was getting angry again, he added, "These days in this department, I know you have to get used to it."

Zhi Zhi sighed, "Don't worry, my acting skills are still better than yours."

The second young master simply remained silent...

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When Nangong Jue and An Yan arrived at the study, Nangong Zhan and Meng Yao had already talked about their past for a while. When he opened the study door, he saw Meng Yao sitting next to Nangong Zhan, with a faint smile on his lips and a faint smile on his face.

After losing the coldness that had existed for so many years, she heard the sound of the door opening and turned around and said, "Ah Jue, we are discussing your engagement banquet. Come and listen together."

Nangong Jue walked up to Meng Yao, sat down and asked, "When?"

"After you were elected as the heir at the headquarters meeting, the good news about you and Qian Ning was announced the next day, so that all members of the family could attend the engagement banquet." Meng Yao replied, turning to Nangong Zhan, "Is that so, A-Zhan?"

Nangong Zhan's eyes were directed towards Nangong Jue, "What do you mean?"

Nangong Jue said calmly: "Okay."

Meng Yao looked confused, "What?"

Have you figured it out so quickly?

"My mother likes Lu Qianning so much, so she just arranged an engagement party." Nangong Jue sneered, "But it has nothing to do with me. I won't marry anyone, and I won't attend the party."

Meng Yao's face darkened, and he turned to Nangong Zhan, "I have only been away for a few years, and my eldest son has taught me so ungratefully. My youngest son has not yet entered the island, and there is no news whether he is dead or alive. What on earth is your father doing?

How did you do it!"

Meng Yao has a bad temper. He is docile one moment and erupts volcanically the next. Nangong Zhan knows very well that he had a lot of troubles due to his cold temper many years ago, but he still loves Meng Yao very much in his heart.

, coupled with Beiming Wanrou's incident, the two have been separated for many years, so he will naturally let the woman he has loved for many years subconsciously.

Nangong Zhan sighed: "How unbecoming is it for a family to have such a quarrel?"

Meng Yao sneered: "Yes, Nangong Mo is your family. You have a child who is pampered and loved in every way. I dare not compare."

"We are talking about the boss now," Nangong Zhan looked a little embarrassed and shouted softly, "Wanrou has been dead for so many years, Ayao, why can't you let go!"

(It’s even later. I didn’t get home until eight o’clock in the evening after a meeting. I uploaded this update after coding. Now I’m going to have dinner, so the update in the early morning should be a little later. In order to prevent dark circles, beauties, dear friends.

Go to bed early and watch them together at noon tomorrow~~Thank you for the gift from Zhutou Lin, css5723143 gave silent gold medals and flowers, ---36 gave silent flowers, okay╭(╯3╰)╮)