Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【407 Diderot's Lament】

Diderot turned back to the room, walked slowly to the soft chair, slowly sunk his body into it, wrapped himself in a blanket and sighed, his colorless eyes full of weariness, "Du, why are the people recruited in our family so stupid?"

The man named Du was probably in his sixties. He was wearing a black formal tuxedo suit, with a gold-rimmed single eye hanging from his breast pocket. Although there were mottled scars on his face, it still did not conceal his expression when he looked at Diderot.

Face full of kindness.

Waking up with a glass of red wine is a habit that the young master has developed over the years. As a butler, he knows it better than anyone else.

Ferry came over with a transparent cup, poured scarlet wine, handed it to Diderot, and replied: "The young master never bothers with Jack. This is probably one of the reasons."

Diderot took a sip of his wine and shook his head, "Jack was originally created by Hull on a whim. After all, I never allow anyone to make promises, but I stayed with Hull for so many years after his death. I can be considered a worthy friend."

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"So in the young master's heart, does Mr. Jack count as a friend?" Du smiled and refilled his finished drink.

Diderot stared at the wine glass as it slowly overflowed from the bottom. Finally, the gathered colors turned into beautiful semi-circular arcs, swirling and rippling in the glass, and traces swam around. Then he smiled, "Can we consider them friends...?"

The last part of his voice rose and turned into a soft-spoken question. Finally, he shook his head in denial and said, "He is just my deputy."

Du Buduo answered, and after Diderot drank the third cup, he raised his hand to collect the cup.

Diderot frowned dissatisfied, "Have I given an order to allow you to do this?"

"Master, you are not a child anymore, don't be greedy for a cup," he advised, but still accepted the cup.

Diderot had a mysophobia and liked white the most. Used things must be cleaned as new before they can be used again, otherwise they will be thrown away. In order not to waste, Watari walked to the sink and started cleaning the glasses, meticulously.

Diderot lay on the chair, opened the large screen that occupied the current wall, and looked at the scenes coming from all directions, his eyes darkened slightly.

"Master, are you sure of winning this time?"

Du suddenly asked, and Diderot answered straightforwardly, "No."

After turning off the water source, Du turned around and looked at one of the screens. When he saw the unconscious little man being transported by Jack's men, he nodded and smiled: "Young master, it's good to get what you want."

"I have nothing I want," Diderot whispered, his tone no longer as relaxed as before, "I only have to."

Du stood behind him and said no more words.

After serving the young master for so many years, no matter how weird his temper is, he can still figure it out. After all, he has taken care of the child since he was a child - what is most important to the young master and what is secondary to the young master, he and the young master

The difference is equally clear.

003, Mask, Ye Ran, Nangong family, Beiming family, Miss Meng... everything is fine, just for experiments.

Experiment, just for one person.

The Jack family has never been important to the young master,

Diderot leaned on the chair and meditated, his eyes fell on Zhizhi who kept running in the maze, watching her strong body cutting through the obstacles and getting closer to the place closest to Nangong Mo's clone, he narrowed his eyes, "Du,

Am I a good person?"

Du smiled silently, "In my place, young master, yes."

"How can a good man separate mother and son?" Diderot smiled and turned back, "Let me make it clear first that I have no interest in this woman."

Du nodded, "It's young master. I will immediately order you to go down and bring this young lady to you."

The instructions are always roundabout, no wonder those subordinates often don't understand and often make the young master angry.

Doesn’t he understand all this?

Even if he is like this, the young master will not get angry and kill people easily, so he has earned the title of weird temper.

◆qian◇mo◆mo◆◆◇Original first release◇◆

In front of the church, Nangong is fully manned and assigned tasks. There are ambush points in each responsible area. Even a fly flying out of the church can be immediately swept into a dense hornet's nest by random gunfire.

Other families are a little more messy.

Mu Yiche had no intention of talking too much about the encirclement and suppression route with other family representatives who came to participate in the encirclement and suppression. He walked all the way to Qingye who was standing in front of the Mu family, hugged her shoulders and smiled to please her, "Good disciple, little chicken

It's not your character to have a weak stomach, so you're not still angry about what happened yesterday, are you?"

Qingye took away his hand on her shoulder and said calmly, "Master Mu, the Mu family has prepared everything. We are just waiting for your order."

Mu Yiche forcibly dragged Qing Ye to the shade of a tree and continued to talk gentle and gentle words.

The Mu family was innocently ignored...

"Good disciple, you will get old quickly if you are angry and have a stern face. I am only going to live with you as a woman in this life. Please take care of me and stop being angry all the time!"

It turns out that this philandering man only cares about youth and body.

Qingye is even more angry!

What she was originally angry about was not that he hugged the boss, but that he kept showing off to beauties everywhere in London. When he was discovered, he looked confused and asked, "Am I there?"

Now this is adding fuel to the fire!

Being born with a peach blossom only means that you are very charming, which is not a mistake. However, if you are born with a peach blossom and never refuse, that is a mistake!

Mu Yiche didn't know why, and felt that he was too familiar with Qingye, so he didn't try to persuade her much, and coaxed with a smile: "Okay, whatever you want when you go back, I'll buy it for you."

Indifference and strangeness are two magic weapons for Qingye's cold war. The most serious one is that he doesn't recognize his relatives and has an anti-marriage mentality towards his fiancé.

He dealt with it very well.

"It is your Mu family who has been invited to the encirclement and suppression. I have nothing to do with the Mu family, and I have nothing to do with you, so" Qingye looked into the distance with a cold face, "Master Ciao, I wish you a happy marriage and death from kidney failure."

Mu Yiche became angry at the last four words, "You even cursed your lifelong sexual happiness!"

"There are many men who can give me sexual happiness, but it may not be you." In the short time that Qingye spent with the women in the alliance, he seemed to have become more and more addicted to the good habit of venomous words. "Also, Xiao Ai said that you like to play tricks on the situation.

, I only like the idol group and have no interest in the powerful group."

Young Master Biao suddenly realized that something was wrong.

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