Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【309 Masked Man】

Nangong Jue saw that Zhizhi was like an angry little fighting beast, with his face flushed and looking at him with wide round eyes. His heart softened and he couldn't bear her anger, so he lowered his voice and whispered, "Miss Song

, we won’t make trouble later, let’s do business first.”

Later, your sister! Have a ball of yarn!

She wants to have fun by herself, but she doesn’t have time to play with the zombie-faced ice cube man’s pet!

Miss Song herself burst out all kinds of @#$%&@#$% in silence, but she still smiled at the eldest young master very calmly, "This is not a question of whether to make trouble or not. Regarding what you just said, eldest young master

It doesn't matter what you do, I can still bear not to do anything to you until now."

He looked at her smile and asked softly, "What will you do when you can't help it?"

Zhizhi continued to laugh, "It's simple, I'm cruel and you're cruel."

The eldest young master admired her sneer and smiled slightly, "Not bad, I look forward to it."

Zhizhi glared at him, "Do you expect to be disabled physically or mentally?"

"Don't get me wrong Miss Song, I just think you should be more stunning when you are disabled." The eldest young master put down the telescope, raised his eyebrows, and added matter-of-factly, "This disability has nothing to do with the brain."

Zhizhi was shot again by him as if nothing had happened.

But when he saw that all his subordinates behind him were looking at him, he grunted twice, refused to argue with him, and remained silent with resentment...

Nangong Jue ordered people to search and fish in the area where Diderot was just now, and also ordered a dozen divers to go into the sea to explore, but after five minutes, they all ended without success.

When Zhizhi saw Nangong Jue walking into the captain's control room to take command, he sat alone on the deck, looking at the sea that had returned to calm, his brows furrowed.

Doubts began to arise layer by layer in my heart, and gradually expanded, making people think about it for a long time.

How could a dead man's body disappear inexplicably?

It’s not a time-travel drama, this is too fantasy!

The men at sea began to gather up the team. They all boarded the ship and entered the cabin, preparing to gather the team back to the island.

Zhizhi stood alone in front of the white railing. On the way back to the sea, she continued to look through the telescope without giving up——

On the sea surface, a strange thick fog suddenly appeared in the sky.

The white mist came from a distance and blew away in the direction of the battleship. Zhizhi almost immediately judged that this was a man-made act. He quickly held his breath and retreated. He quickly grabbed the gas mask, brought it to his face, and brought out the telescope.

The farthest focal length, step forward just to see more clearly...

In the thick fog, a small helicopter slowly lowered. Although the emblem on the plane was very small, Zhizhi could still clearly see that it was the plane belonging to the Jack family.

Zhizhi saw it flying along the sea. When it was almost parallel to the sea, the hatch opened. A tall man grabbed the hatch and stood outside the plane. He picked up something brown from the sea with one hand and threw it back.

On the plane...

She could only see the side profile of the man. He seemed to be wearing a silver mask on his face. From such a distance, she couldn't see his face clearly. She could only see what seemed to be a slender and tall figure, as well as the figure climbing on the machine.

The fingers on the door are white and strong, a very beautiful hand.

Apparently Nangong Jue also noticed something abnormal in the control room. There was a low shock in the battleship, and a torpedo flew towards the helicopter and hit the sea near the aircraft. The water splashed into waves and wet the man's face.

Light colored top.

He grabbed hold of the fuselage with his fingers, flipped over neatly, and jumped into the plane. He turned his head and faced Zhizhi's direction...

Zhizhi saw clearly the shape of the mask and the smile beneath half of the mask.

Never had she hated her extraordinary eyesight so much!

That mask was hand-picked by her near the Roman Colosseum and baked exclusively by craftsmen. It was the only silver mask made by this company.

That smile, with thin lips lifted into a faint smile, was a warm arc that she was very familiar with.

He seemed to know that he was looking at him and spoke to her with his lips, very slowly, as if he was afraid that she could not see clearly.

"Kids, we will meet again."

Bang, the telescope fell on the deck, and the round lens was smashed into pieces...

She only gave that mask to one person.

There is only one man who can call himself a kid.

Nangong Mo.

It's Nangong Mo.

He picked up the suede blanket Diderot was wearing in the ship that was floating on the sea, took the Jack family plane, and left.

Zhizhi froze on the spot, the eye circles in the gas mask were weakly filled with fog, and everything in front of him was misty and blurred, making it difficult to distinguish.

When the helicopter disappeared, the fog cleared.

Nangong Jue walked out and saw her alone with a gas mask staring ahead, and stood beside her without saying a word.

Zhizhi did not take off his mask, held on to the railing, and asked in a low voice: "You can obviously sink it, why did you deliberately miss it?"

Nangong Jian didn't say anything, just hummed.

Zhizhi grasped the cold railing with both hands, took off the mask on her head, turned her head and buried herself in his arms, hugging his waist, biting her lips and saying nothing.

"Miss Song," he said with a slight sigh above his head, with a bit of impatient sadness, "I can indulge you in everything, but the only thing that is unbearable is that you are in my arms, crying for him."

Hearing this, Zhizhi stood up and wanted to leave, but he put his arms around her shoulders and held her close to his chest, preventing her from moving.

Zhizhi looked at him with a faint nasal voice, "What are you doing?"

"You cry," he said in a sad tone, "I'll just bear it."

The tears that Song Xiaozhi had been holding back suddenly disappeared. Her tears stained his shirt and bandages, but her fingertips sank tightly into her fingertips, pinching out a series of pale crescent marks.

This smart iceberg man is actually very stupid.

She was sad because Nangong Mo had lied to her.

She cried because he knew clearly that it was Nangong Mo, but he still deliberately missed the line of the torpedo out of consideration for himself.

I know and sigh...

It's over, why do I feel like I owe this man more and more?

And about the Desier thing, isn’t it time to make it clear now?

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