Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【292 tit for tat】

Diderot behaved strangely, had a moody personality, and had an absolute advantage in controlling the life and death of everyone here. This little Nangong subordinate said this just to make himself die faster!

Meng Yao frowned and shouted: "It doesn't matter whether you are a member of Nangong's family or not, what is your purpose? Back off, it has nothing to do with you here!"

She didn't want to involve anyone in Diderot's hands, even strangers...

"It seems that Ayao is worried that you will die in my hands, so you will have to die." Diderot raised his white-gloved finger to touch her face, and his transparent pupils reflected

Showing her ordinary appearance, "I want to see if this face is worthy of my own hands."

Zhizhi slapped his hand, took a step back, stayed quiet for a while, and said sincerely: "Okay sir, I was just too immersed in the show just now and jumped out to say a few words on impulse. Do you think I'm here to make the soy sauce?"

Yes, whoever you want to kill now has nothing to do with me, okay?"

Diderot smiled cruelly, "Miss, after provoking someone's interest in killing you and then saying that it has nothing to do with you, this is immoral."

"Uncle, although your charm is still there, you are half dead. There are too many people who are interested in me. If they want to strike up a conversation, you won't have a chance." Zhizhi smiled back, "If you want to kill me, you have to watch."

Do you have this ability?"

"What an arrogant tone."

"Thank you, arrogance is a compliment to me."

Diderot suddenly stopped talking, stared at her for a long time, and defined, "It's a good toy, enough for me to play with for a while."

"You are also a pervert beyond the standard," Zhizhi whispered in response, "It's enough to make me sick for the rest of my life."

In such a situation where soldiers are facing each other, the words these two people say to each other are frightening, and make the Nangong family sweat for this subordinate...

There are only three people in the world who dare to talk sarcastically with Diderot like this. She is the first woman.

But Lu Qianning heard this tone and grabbed Lu Wei's hand that kept shaking, "Grandpa...Grandpa...it's her...it must be her..."

After hearing such a sharp tone, Lu Wei immediately understood who Lu Qianning was talking about, but he shook his head at Lu Qianning, indicating that she did not need to point it out.

When Diderot fell in love with her, how could she have any other choice besides death?

Diderot waved his hand and pointed several guns at Zhizhi's head, "Miss, it seems you must go with me along with Ayao."

Footsteps sounded one after another, coming to take away Meng Yao and Zhi Zhi who were standing in front of them. Meng Yao's standing body was a little unsteady, and he was nervous and his legs were a little weak. He thought of what Diderot had to do because of him.

All the tragic things happened, my throat was dry and it was hard to speak, I couldn't move even if I stood in the same place, and my legs didn't work.

"I don't like you. I just don't like you. You have been insisting on me for so many years." Zhizhi spoke quietly and sighed slightly, "Uncle, you are indeed a sad pervert."

"Forcing?" Diderot repeated in a low voice, looking at Mengyao, seeing her fear and deep hatred for him, he frowned in disgust, "She used to be so perfect and loved me so much, but since she

Since marrying Nangong Zhan, I have lost interest in her. She is blind, old and no longer worthy of me."

"Diderot, don't insult the word love," Meng Yaomo said, "I have regretted saving you from the first day I met you! After I became blind, the person I remember most clearly in these years is you, that's not

Because you are special, that’s because I can’t get rid of my complete hatred for you!”

Diderot's eyes suddenly flashed with cruel light, he raised his hand and slapped Meng Yao. Meng Yao dodged sideways this time, picked up the half-broken guide stick, and said angrily: "I won't let it happen.

If what happened many years ago happens again, I will not board your ship, nor will I let this young lady die by your hands. Even if I die, I will die on Nangong Island!"

The threatened Nangong cadres watched Meng Yao confront Diderot, but they had guns pressed against their waists and were unable to do anything. They secretly clenched their fists.

"Ayao, do you understand what the words "overestimating one's own capabilities" mean?"

Diderot threatened, his eyes disdainful, "Do you really want me to beat you to death here with my own hands?"

"To die on your ship is an insult!" Meng Yao raised his short stick and sneered, "To die here... is an honor!"

Zhizhi looked up and saw Meng Yao standing with a horizontal stick in front of the crowd.

She was panting slightly, because she was shot three times in a row, and the dark red blood condensed on her light-colored clothes, forming horrible marks. Her hand holding the short stick was still shaking, and her figure was also a little bumpy.

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I remember that when I first met Meng Yao, she was still cold, arrogant, dignified, and beautiful. Now, with her messy hair and dejected appearance, she is completely different from the two people before.

Zhizhi felt that at this moment, she finally felt that Meng Yao could be called the mistress of Nangong.

But being protected by Meng Yao, this feeling is very strange.

Perhaps she protects herself just because she doesn't understand her identity...

She had just appeared in the crowd and had heard a lot about the grievances between the Lu family, the Nangong family and Diderot. She still felt that it had a lot to do with her. She stayed here just to observe the situation and wait for Tang.

Cool to rescue the stone.

It was an accident that he suddenly jumped out, and now, the scene where he and Meng Yao were standing on a united front was even more of an accident.

She silently stepped back and retreated into the crowd, not wanting to cause any more accidents. But just as she raised her feet, she saw Diderot grabbing Meng Yao's hand and breaking the stick. He raised his hand and struck Meng Yao with a palm.

On Meng Yao's neck, just when Meng Yao was about to fall to the ground, he immediately raised his stick and stabbed Meng Yao's blind eyes with fierce wind -

Damn this pervert!

Before Zhizhi had time to think, he took a big step forward, reached out and grabbed the stick in Diderot's hand, gritted his teeth and pulled it hard, threw it to the ground, and roared with contempt, "Beat the old, young, sick and disabled"

They are all scum! Damn it!”

Diderot hated being stopped halfway. He frowned and looked at Zhi Zhi with a dangerous look in his eyes, "I'm starting to think you're not so cute anymore."

"I'm also beginning to feel that you are making me even more disgusting."

"shot!"

Diderot ordered, and Lu Wei seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He immediately raised his lips and smiled, commanding the Lu family's hands in the meeting to shout, "Give me a fight and send the Nangong family back to the west!"

(Thank you dear Weiwei1017 for the gold medal, the next update will be early in the morning ^_^)