Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【351The first time we met】

An Yi hesitated for a long time, looked at the spoon, opened her lips, and swallowed the porridge that covered her tears...

"How does it taste?" Ye Ran asked.

An Yi said nothing and nodded.

In fact, she couldn't taste it, she just felt it was very bitter.

When he saw her nodding, her eyes overflowed with joy, and her face was filled with joy and joy...

His baby didn't reject or despise it, which was a first for him!

"You used to cook it for me. From today on, I decided to cook it for you every day." He chuckled. "Oh, and don't you like reading novels? I'll ask someone to buy them right away. Who do you want to see?

Tell me everything."

"No," she declined softly, "Just give me the medical book."

He couldn't help but kiss her and said with a smile: "Baby, you are so good when you are good."

An Yi tilted his head and hid slightly, lowered his eyes and said lowly: "I want to be alone for a while."

Ye Ran quickly packed up her things and was about to go out. When she walked to the door, she saw Ah Fan still lying beside An Yi's bed and said angrily: "Ah Fan, don't rely on my woman's bed, come here!"

Ah Fan looked back and forth, screamed and jumped into An Yi's arms, curled up into a ball and started to sleep.

Yeran became even more angry and came over with a dark face to take it away.

An Yi looked up at him, silently hugged Ah Fan and lay down, closing her eyes.

He stood by the bed, looked at the way she was holding it, and sighed, "Even Ah Fan is more important than me, right?"

The words fell, there was no answer, there was a deathly silence...

Yeran sighed again and walked out.

As soon as the door closed, An Yi opened her eyes. She stroked the soft and warm down on Ah Fan for a long time, and then said to herself: "Ah Fan, thank you for always accompanying him on my behalf all these years...

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The defense lines on all sides of Nangong Island were restored, leaving a group of manpower and cadres behind, led by Mr. Nangong to guard the island. The remaining elite soldiers all boarded private fighter jets and flew towards London, England.

Zhizhi and Shitou were sitting next to each other, and Nangong Jue sat opposite them. Xiao Shitou was playing with assembling a gun beside Zhizhi, while Nangong Jue was looking at documents. Zhizhi turned to look out the window, and the three of them were silent.

The reason lies in some information and photos An Yan sent before boarding the plane.

There may be several addresses of Jack's headquarters.

There is also Nangong Mo photographed in several places in London, England. He is standing in front of a cafe, with Han Ze and Ji Yu standing behind him. He is talking to them with his head tilted and a cigarette between his right fingertips...

In her memory, Nangong Mo seemed to not smoke.

Zhizhi held the photo and looked at it for a long time, and then heard An Yan say, "Jack has recently started mass production of weapons. According to reliable information, 80% of the funds are provided by MZ. If I am not mistaken, MZ and Jack have already

It’s collusion.”

When An Yan finished saying this, Shitou and Nangong Jue looked at her meaningfully at the same time. She said nothing and showed no expression. She walked straight into the plane, yawned and leaned against the window.

Now, I don't want to talk.

Outside the window, a light breeze floats and the drifting clouds roll.

Thinking about that photo, she inexplicably remembered the first time she met Nangong Mo in Daoge many years ago.

During her break, she was leaning under a tree and feeling bored, when she felt an interesting and appraising gaze coming from a spot above her head, so she raised her head to look.

At that glance, he did not hide his gaze, and the two of them looked at each other.

Fireworks couldn't match his peerless elegance, and the brilliance couldn't describe his elegance. She looked at him for a few seconds, then silently lowered her head.

He is cold on the surface but cramped on the inside.

Secretly asking myself -

How could there be such a good-looking man in this world? Why is such a good-looking man looking at me?

Looking up again, he smiled at her. Such a graceful arc was just right on his god-like face. She looked at him, stood up, gave him her middle finger, and left...

If it hadn't been for that glance and that finger of fate, they might not be in such a deadlock now.

Zhizhi sighed silently, with a look of melancholy in his eyes, but when he moved his right hand, he felt the cold back of his hand covered with a layer of slightly scalding heat...

She raised her head and saw that the man opposite was still staring at the document, without raising his head, without any indication, and without any intention of making eye contact with her and speaking.

Zhizhi stared at the two clasped hands. He moved his right hand to withdraw his hand, but he punched her and held her green little hand in his palm, preventing her from moving.

Zhi Zhi Wu Nai smiled, the sadness in his eyes dissipated, leaving only warmth.

To be honest, she liked the heart-trembling warmth of such a man's palms.

For her, it's just right.

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It was already evening when we arrived in London. After the plane landed, Zhizhi, Nangong Jue and his party got off the plane. An Yan had arranged for people to greet them in advance. An Yan and Shitou got into the same car, while Zhizhi and Nangong Jue got off the plane.

Jue got into the back seat of the leader's car together.

After driving along the Thames River, Tower Bridge, and the Palace of Westminster, the car finally drove into an old London villa.

Zhizhi understood that such a trip was just to relieve her discomfort after hearing the news about MZ, so she did not stop it.

After all, from the plane to now, they still exchanged a word seriously.

She has done everything that needs to be done, said everything that needs to be said, even put on the ring, and she has hesitated and half-decided on the wedding date, but as long as the word Nangong Mo appears between the two of them, it will always become

Awkward silence.

Her stomach suddenly growled, and she turned to look at Nangong Jue, still staring at the thing in her hand, as if she had no intention of stopping.

The night has darkened.

She stretched out her right hand and tugged on the corner of Nangong Jue's clothes, saying in a low voice: "I'm hungry and sleepy..."

Nangong Jue glanced at her, raised her head and told the driver, "Go to the villa."

Zhizhi held her chin and asked curiously: "Master, when are you going to let go of my hand?"

His eyes moved and his voice was calm, "Wait until you don't want others."

(Thank you, dear I am Xiaolu, for giving me the gold medal, dear css5723143, for giving me flowers, dear Zhutoulin, for giving me silent gifts^_^ Today’s update is finished, because I went to play with my friends in the evening, so I’ve been waiting for the update in the early morning.

ha……)