Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【419 old photos】

Du had wiped all the cups clean and put them away. His narration did not interrupt his continuous work, and he continued to place the cups neatly and orderly while talking.

He turned around and cleaned his hands again, and smiled at Zhizhi: "I am old, and my words are always trivial. Don't take offense to Miss Song."

Zhizhi was actually very fascinated by what she was listening to. Du's voice was vicissitudes of life but gentle, and there was a sense of attraction in it as he spoke slowly. She shook her head, stared at Du's unscarred hands and exposed skin, and suddenly said: "You are better than Didi."

How long will Luo survive?"

After giving up the irrelevant question for a moment, he turned to look at Zhizhi in confusion, "Yes, Miss Song, I started serving the young master less than three months after he was born."

Zhizhi raised his eyebrows, "So, the four memory chips you brought at that time were Michelle's, Diderot's, Jack Hull's and yours. Since you were old, your body was severely burned by the fire.

,So, you are Diderot and Jack Hull’s first test subject.”

"That's it." Du shook his head and smiled, admiring her calmness and wisdom. "It is said that the young master finally completed the last step of cloning when I was dying. He input the memory chip into the cold entity and resurrected me. Although

The first one I only lived for a month, but I finally provided valuable experience for the young master’s experiments, and from then on I started to become more and more proficient in making clones.”

Zhizhi gave him a strange look.

Du seemed to see through it, "Ms. Song, are you wondering why I don't have a number? The young master said that he regards me as a family member, so he cannot treat me as a test subject and do not have a number."

"Family?" Zhizhi repeated, frowning, "Where's Jack Hull?"

"In the final analysis, the original cause of the massacre was Master Hull. Although the master never expressed any words of blame, the reason for Michelle's murder at night was undoubtedly Master Hull. It is impossible for the master to have no grudges in his heart. Back then,

If it weren't for Miss Michelle's relationship, the young master would not be so friendly to Young Master Hull. At that time, the pharmaceutical factory was left to Young Master Hull to take care of, and there were many deficiencies and obviously abnormal accounts. The young master also

They all deliberately turned a blind eye, just not wanting to create unnecessary conflicts and upset Miss Michelle." Watari sighed slightly, "Later, Miss Michelle was gone. Although the young master could completely ignore Young Master Hel, those

After all, the experiment is too cumbersome. The young master does not want to fail again and again, and he also needs a trusted assistant. Training a new assistant is too time-consuming, and Master Hull is the best choice."

The reason Jack Hull was assigned an experimental number was because he was just an assistant.

"The young master has had a weird temper since he was a child. He never shows any enthusiasm to anyone or anything, including relatives and family members. He is even more disdainful of the word friend. I think..." Duan turned his eyes and said, "

I think Master Hull himself knows it well. He just wants to survive and each has his own agenda, so he voluntarily follows the master."

Zhizhi nodded without saying much.

Since then, the long-cherished wish of Diderot and the Nangong family has become clear. Diderot has not only worked hard on his own research for a long time, but also never slackened in increasing his strength. After years of accumulation of strength, he finally created the Jack family.

Taking the arms trade as a breakthrough point and rapidly growing in strength, just to avenge the past.

Beiming has been declining more and more over the years, with each generation becoming worse than the last. The current young master has suffered a serious blow due to the military attack led by the young master of the Mu family, and his vitality was severely damaged in a naval battle some time ago. He has been severely damaged, and has no lethality and no chance of recovery.

She thought that for Diderot, who had lived for nearly a hundred years, challenging the ever-lasting Nangong and breaking the blooming flowers would arouse his interest even more.

But……

Zhizhi had another question in his mind, "What about the relationship between Diderot and Madame de Mont? You described Diderot as being so loyal and unswerving, willing to kill hundreds of innocent people to protect Michel. How could you easily fall in love with someone else?"

?”

Du smiled, walked to the bookcase, climbed to the top of the white escalator, searched along the edge of the book with one hand, pulled out a white-covered notebook, opened it, took out a four-inch black and white photo, and walked

He stepped forward and handed it to Zhizhi, "Miss Song, this is the photo left by Miss Michelle. It was the only one that I kept because I kept it in the young master's wallet."

Zhizhi took the photo and looked at it, and was a little stunned.

Although the photo is black and white, the pale and flawless skin of the stunning woman sitting quietly in front of the photo is more closely contrasted.

Her long hair is slightly curly, and should be deep black or chestnut. The long hair hangs down to her waist. Her skin is as good as snow, her eyebrows are delicate, and she has slightly tough thin lips under her strong nose. The lip color is very light and slightly sick.

, the sitting posture is quiet and elegant. Although she is tired, she still has a sense of laziness and charm. Her face is not a typical Western deep contour, but looks beautiful and elegant, with a bit of Asian classical temperament.

She is wearing a traditional classical dress with slightly exposed shoulders. A fluffy and wide white garden skirt is spread all around. The smooth jade shoulders are looming in the snow-white. Under the dress, her perfect figure is exquisite and convex, with an extremely thin waist and long arms.

The lotus root is placed on the edge of the skirt, her posture is elegant and casual. Her bangs are slightly messy, and it can be seen that she has not carefully prepared for the photo, and her smile has some traces of haste. She is not a woman who pays attention to complicated etiquette.

Zhizhi looked at the photo blankly and exclaimed unconsciously - This is exactly what Mrs. Meng looked like when she was young!

Except for the slight difference between Eastern and Western eyes, the person in the photo almost looks like Meng Yao!

So fantasy!

Zhizhi raised his head and glanced at Du. Du nodded and said with a smile: "Miss Song also noticed it. With such a similar face, how can he have any resistance to the young master who loves Michelle so much?"

(%_% I started writing at 11:30 in the evening, and it was already early in the morning when I finished writing a chapter and posted it! = =! I sincerely reflect on it, and I will try not to be so late in the future...)

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