Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【355 A Moment of Warmth】

Zhizhi pulled her lips and smiled, "Do you think Mommy should forgive you?"

"Okay, Mommy, you can share the money you win."

Shitou was very good and Zhizhi was very satisfied. He let go of his nose and said: "Good boy, don't be too late to play games with the Cheetahs and Goshawks tonight. Remember to go to bed early. Tomorrow, Mommy will take you to go shopping in London. You can join the day after tomorrow."

At the cat’s wedding, Jack was killed the day after tomorrow, and then the two of us absconded with the money.”

He who knows the current affairs is a hero, and the stone is as obedient as, "Okay, Mommy."

According to the usual plot, shouldn't everything be over and Mommy and Daddy have the wedding of the century, then give birth to his sister, and then have a happy ending?

The ending of Wei Mao is to abscond with the money, which is not romantic or bloody at all!

Stone sweat dropped to the ground and went to play with the goshawk...

Zhizhi stood up. From the window, he could see that the Nangong family outside the door was very guarded. He also saw the hands of other people besides them, the backbone of the alliance. He held his chin and thought about how safe the alliance would be even if they all got high and drank.

, then left the chair and went upstairs.

There was singing and dancing downstairs, but everything was grim upstairs.

When Zhizhi stepped on the carpet and stood in front of the study door, he could hear the conversation between An Yan and Nangong Jue in the silence.

"The master, Diderot, may not be able to determine, but the exact location of the second young master has been found out here. If I really leave MZ alone like this, I'm afraid I will be aiding the evildoers."

Nangong never spoke.

"Master, all the evidence has been conclusive. I think Miss Song will understand about the second young master..."

When Zhizhi heard this, he opened the study door and stepped in.

"I told you to leave it to me to investigate," she said firmly, "then I will be responsible to the end."

Nangong glanced at her with despair, and she understood. Shen Yu asked: "How many troops are needed?"

This means agreeing to leave Nangong Mo and the MZ organization's affairs to her full authority.

His trust in him at this moment made Zhizhi feel a little warm in his heart... The thought suddenly came to his mind that she was already a member of the Nangong family.

"Give me all the information on MZ in London," Zhizhi ordered in an orderly manner, "the location, fortification locations, nearby terrain, and manpower situation."

An Yan walked to the computer and opened the GPS detection status marked on the map of London. "These are several scattered locations and their fortified locations. There are breakthrough points for manpower and firepower. As for the main base of MZ, the location has been roughly determined."

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Zhizhi printed out the map, held it tightly in his hand, nodded and smiled, "I will confirm everything before tomorrow night, decide whether to attack, and come up with a solution."

Don't delay when choosing time, the sooner the better.

Seeing Nangong Jue nodding, An Yan smiled and said, "Okay, I will try my best to assist Miss Song."

Zhi Zhi responded and An Yan went out. Nangong Jue also checked the information carefully and did not say much to her.

I won't say whether it was because of Nangong Mo that he was silent, but Zhizhi stood in the study room for a moment holding the map. Seeing that he had no intention of talking to her, he took a deep breath and sighed silently, turned around and walked out of the door.

She turned around and was about to take a step when a strong force suddenly grasped her waist. A generous and noble hand was on her waist, and she pulled her back easily. Zhizhi unexpectedly moved towards her.

After staggering a few steps, he fell on Nangong Jue's lap who was sitting on the chair——

The eldest young master is so skilled, otherwise how could this angle be so accurate?

She was about to stand up, but Nangong Jue's left arm wrapped around her waist to hold her in place to prevent her from moving.

But he didn't speak, his eyes were still on the documents on the desk, and he was writing and drawing on the map with a pen in his right hand.

"Are you keeping me here or chasing me away?" Zhizhi complained dissatisfied, "I'm going back to my room to read the information and make plans."

Nangong Jue paused after hearing the words and lowered his head to look at her, "Miss Song needs to change your impatience."

"If you can change the habit of hugging me, then I will consider it."

Zhizhi answered with a slight smile, and whispered two words in a forced voice, "Dream."

"Only the state officials are allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light lamps." Zhizhi snorted, "I told you to let me go. I'm very busy and I don't have time to waste time with you."

He glanced at her coldly, "Why is Nangong Mo's news so important to you?"

Acid! Acid! Extremely sour!

Men often do unreasonable things when they are jealous, and her man obviously does the same.

Zhizhi laughed out loud and looked at him without saying anything.

Is this the ruthless and indifferent Young Master Nangong in the rumors? This performance makes me really sorry for the rumors.

When he saw her smiling, his face became more awkward. He turned around, picked up the things on the table where he had been writing and drawing, and handed them to her, "Take them."

"What?"

Zhizhi took the doubt and was stunned after just one look.

Intelligence summary, combat route, best infiltration method, and the most important manpower deployment and distribution plan.

It turned out that he had been writing and drawing to get these things for her, and he even wrote the annotations by hand to make them more concise and clear for her.

The corners of her mouth moved, and she couldn't help but look up at Nangong Jue's face——

However, he took out a few shabby and dated books and looked through them with a nonchalant look on his face, without any special expression or words.

At this second, Zhizhi had a lot of things to say in his chest, but when the words came to his lips, nothing came out.

She held the drawings, leaned against his chest, listened to his steady chest beating, and raised her hands to wrap around his waist——

Nangong Jue paused, lowered his eyes, and saw that Zhizhi had thrown a thick stack of things on the table, nestled in his arms and closed his eyes lazily, so he didn't say anything and continued working with her in his arms.

Being held comfortably by him, I knew: "If you don't put me down, I'm going to sleep here."

"Yeah." He replied in one word without letting go.

Hearing a heavy tremor in his chest, Zhizhi smiled silently and whispered: "It's a pity that the muscles on your body are so hard that it's not soft or comfortable enough to hold you while sleeping."

The eldest young master glared angrily and was about to speak, but he felt Miss Song hugging her tighter again, "Forget it... who wants you to be my man?"

After a few minutes of talking, she actually closed her eyes and fell asleep.