Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【276 Beiming Wanrou】

"You did those things on purpose, right?"

After leaving the restaurant, Zhizhi and Nangongmo came to a simple white pavilion not far from the villa. As soon as they sat down, Zhizhi asked.

Nangong Mo was not surprised by her question. He sat next to her and replied: "Yes."

Zhizhi looked sideways, "Why?"

"It's nothing..." The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and there was a hint of melancholy in the corners of his eyes, "It's just a whim."

Put on a show to make others believe in their identity? This answer sounds too silly.

Don't want her to lose to Lu Qianning's arrogance? This reason sounds too false.

In fact, it's very simple - he just wants her eyes not to stay on that man, and doesn't want that man's every move to affect all her thoughts. He just wants her eyes to really stay on him for once.

, once is enough.

Seeing that Zhizhi couldn't figure it out, he changed the subject, "I asked Mr. Nangong to withdraw from the mission yesterday, but failed. He changed my mission target to you and said that I should either protect you or get out."

When Nangong Mo heard this, his eyes instantly became complicated and he pursed his lips in silence.

"When I went to find the old man, he happened to be looking at the photo." Zhizhi saw a slight change in his expression and continued softly, "It's a photo of your mother, you and the three of you."

"Okay", Nangong Mo frowned and turned his head, his tone a little awkward, "Zhizhi, you can see clearly how I am treated in the Nangong family, why do you have to find excuses for their kind words?"

Zhizhi understood that this was the only minefield he could not touch, so he hummed and nodded: "I am just stating the facts without any personal emotions. Just listen to me. If you don't listen, just treat it as if the wind blows without a trace."

Just smile and forget about it.”

Nangong Mo took a long breath, leaned next to Zhizhi, and said slowly, "Okay, let me tell you what this man I should call my father has done.

Nangong Zhan has actually never really taken care of me.

When I was a child, my mother and I lived in the Rose Garden. She often sat alone in the garden, holding me in her arms, waiting for his arrival. At first, he came very frequently and could be seen every week. Later, gradually, it was difficult to see him in a month.

See you, it’s hard to see me in two months, and it’s getting harder and harder.

But every time I came here, when I saw his black sports car, I would rush forward to greet him. What I often got were some toys that I never played with and a perfunctory hug. What does that hug feel like?

I have never remembered it because it was too unfamiliar and it no longer existed since I was five years old.

Later, it was extended to half a year, or a year. I can't remember clearly. It would only happen once in a long, long time. When it happened, I would take my mother out for a whole day and not bring her back until early the next morning. At that time, he had already ignored her.

my existence.

But my mother still waited every day, and her character changed drastically. She was no longer impatient with me. Sometimes she would look at the things he left at home in a daze and not speak for a whole day.

It was around the winter when I was ten years old, it was snowing heavily, and I remember it very clearly. A car that I was not familiar with parked in front of the door. The proud and beautiful lady who was extremely respectable but could not tolerate even a grain of sand stepped out of the car. She entered.

Without insults or ridicule, he grabbed me by the collar and dragged me into the snow. He raised the gun and pointed it at my head. He sneered at my mother and asked her if she wanted me to die.

My mother ran out holding her legs and begging for mercy, begging her to let me go and not to touch me. After crying and begging for a long time, he arrived. He snatched me away and threw me on the snow. He ignored me and took me with him.

Ayao left...

My mother hugged me and cried hard, saying that she would work hard, become stronger, and make everyone stop bullying me.

From that year on, I suddenly discovered that my sixth sense, which I had always been very accurate with, was a prophetic ability that no one else had. This was a special ability given to me by God.

After I told my mother, she was very happy and told me to go to a place every year so that I can better use this ability. This is also the reason why I am sent to the Doug Institute every year. The second year I went to Doug

, my mother was suddenly taken to the Nangong headquarters and never came back. I was taken care of by the housekeeper, and I have been living in the Rose Garden."

This memory was so long that Nangong Mo breathed a sigh of relief before adding: "The last memory I have of my mother was about eleven years ago, when someone came to tell me that my mother sent someone to pick me up... Later...

…My memory was stagnant and lost for three years. When I regained consciousness, I received the news that my mother had died of illness and was banned from traveling to the Nangong Headquarters. If I guessed correctly, my mother was raped by the Nangong family..."

Zhizhi saw that his thick eyebrows were furrowed and his face was getting more and more painful as he recalled. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold his hand and said clearly: "If this is the case, the truth will definitely come out. If you can come this time, you can give my aunt justice."

!”

Nangong Mo rested his forehead on his hands, breathing a little raggedly. His face was still pale, and he turned to smile forcefully at her, "Zhizhi, although my past is very pale and monotonous, I am the one who can find out the cause of my mother's death."

What I must do in this life, this is the responsibility I bear. I..."

"Nangong Mo, don't think about it anymore, enough is enough."

I don't know whether it was because she had told too much or she had been silent for too long, but Zhizhi saw the sorrow accumulated in his eyes that was so heartbreaking that she patted him on the shoulder and said softly: "Nangong Mo, I will help you.

Go back to your room and rest for a while, you look bad."

Nangong Mo didn't speak, and still sat motionless with a gloomy face. Zhizhi tried to persuade him for a long time, but he still didn't move. Zhizhi sighed and had no choice but to bend down, hold his face, and press a soft kiss on his forehead.

, I thought to myself, what works for small stones should also work for dad.

Nangong Mo's body trembled, and he raised his dark eyes to look at her. Before Zhizhi could stand up, he put his arms around her neck, raised his head to meet her, and pressed his lips against hers...

The sudden feeling of warmth made Zhizhi widen his eyes, and raised his hand to push Nangong Mo, but when he lowered his eyes, he saw Nangong Mo's eyes were slightly closed, and there were traces of moisture on his eyelashes.

She stopped moving, closed her eyes, and accepted Nangong Mo's kiss.

He just covered her lips, moved closer to her as if he wanted to suck in the warmth, pressed against her, hugged her in his arms, and the more he kissed, the deeper and deeper he became.

Zhizhi experienced for the first time the feeling of almost suffocating when being kissed by Nangong Mo.

This is not robbery or occupation, but a subtle touch that is wrapped in soft white clouds, as calm as the breeze, but can make people fall slowly.

He let go of her, Zhizhi took his hand, took a step back, covered her face that was red due to rapid breathing, and looked away from him with a somewhat cramped gaze.

Nangong Mo stood up and walked to her side, looked at her side face, and said softly: "I know, this is just an encouraging kiss, kid, don't be embarrassed, okay?"

Zhizhi nodded and said nothing.

He took her hand and led her back to the villa.

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"Master," An Yan put the compiled documents on the table, looked at Nangong Jue who stood silently in front of the window, and reminded him, "The things you ordered have been sorted, and all the cadres who have arrived have also

The arrangements have been made, and the main arms and ammunition subordinates have all gathered at the weapons base as instructed by the young master."

Nangong Jue still stood, not looking back or saying a word.

An Yi tilted his head and walked forward, "Master?"

He turned his face, responded, and walked out quickly.

An Yi looked forward and saw only an empty white pavilion.

Young Master, what were you looking at so fascinatedly just now?

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Zhizhi and Nangongmo parted ways, and when they returned to the room, they were stunned when they saw the man sitting next to their bed.

She stood in front of the door, not knowing whether to step in or turn around and leave.

Nangong Jue stood up, grabbed her arm and pulled her into the door, closed the door, pressed her against the door panel, lowered his head and bit her lip.

Zhizhi let out a pained cry, and was annoyed by his sudden intrusion. She raised her hand and slapped her back——

The crisp sound of snapping was clear and obvious in the air, and scarlet fingerprints were left on Nangong Jue's face.

Nangong Jue stopped, held her chin, and asked in a low voice: "He can, but I can't?"

Zhizhi looked at him directly and replied coldly: "Yes."

A dark light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was not as cold as usual, "You said you would wait for me."

"It's a thing of the past." She turned her face away and kept her voice low, "I have forgotten it, young master, there is no need to mention it again."

Injuring this thing will only accumulate more and more as she waits, and she can't afford to wait.

Nangong Jue pursed her lips and said nothing, just stared at her, with many complicated eyes in her eyes, eyes that Zhizhi could not understand. She went to break his hand and said in a bad tone, "According to seniority, I am yours."

Sister-in-law, is it reasonable for you to hold me like this?"

He hugged her, ignoring her struggles, and put her on the bed. He held her tightly without caring about her, buried his face in her neck, and breathed all his soft breaths on her skin.

Zhizhi understood the disparity in power between the two and asked, "Nangong Jue, what do you want?"

"Who is the person in your heart?" He asked in a low voice. Zhizhi pursed her thin lips and said angrily, "It has nothing to do with you!"

His eyes darkened, and he stubbornly held Zhizhi in his arms without saying a word.

Zhizhi sighed in his heart and just leaned in his arms, unable to say anything.