Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[422 guarantees your satisfaction]

"Actually, it was you, Mr. Du, who once again chained Diderot, who had finally escaped from his perseverance, to the chains of imprisonment."

At this time, Du's face looked painful, and his body trembled violently. When Zhizhi cast his eyes on him, his lips trembled uncontrollably. Apparently, he was shocked and overwhelmed by these words.

He had seen the young master suffering from Michelle's condition, the young master's struggle when burying the murder evidence, and the young master's handling of the corpses after the people in the dungeon were killed by Miss Michelle.

Regret and regret...

I have watched the young master grow up since I was a child. Although the young master has a weird temper, likes to pursue perfection, and because he is born with a good mind, he treats everything with a boring attitude, but the young master is not a born evil person. Although the servant said that the young master does not like to laugh.

, and it has nothing to do with the word kindness, but only I understand——

When the young master was seven years old, it was raining heavily. When the young man sitting on the carriage saw a stray dog ​​that was soaked and unable to move in the corner of the city, he ordered the car to stop, held a big black umbrella, and walked to the shivering stray dog.

In front of me, I held an umbrella for it alone for nearly twenty minutes.

He remembered clearly that the young master was wearing a suit that was newly cut for the banquet that day. He was dressed formally, and even the tie around his neck had a pattern carefully selected by his wife. The young master held an umbrella for twenty minutes that day, and the sky cleared up.

When I came back, the right shoulder of my suit was completely soaked, the water dripping from the corner of my umbrella soaked half of my boots, my hair was messy, and my tie was blown askew.

He asked the young master why he didn't just carry the dog into the car. The young master said with a cold expression that it was already dead and there was no need.

In fact, the stray dog ​​had already frozen to death when the young master got there with an umbrella.

The twenty-minute stay was actually because the farewell prayers for the deceased in the Diderot family took at least fifteen minutes to complete...

Others don't understand, but he understands - his young master was once kind.

When the young master was making little changes for Miss Michelle, he tried to persuade her and stop her, but he always stopped and stopped talking when he saw the young master seeing Michelle's smile.

He thought that the young master without Michelle would be unhappy.

So... he could have stopped it, but he said nothing and did nothing...

Du's face was ugly, and he slowly bent down and leaned on the table behind him, unable to utter a single word of defense.

"Hope is a very beautiful word, but if its existence is already a sin, then all we have to do is to destroy the hope." Zhizhizhuji, walked closer to him, slowly raised his hand, looked down and could no longer stand.

Steady Du said, "Du, you are not a competent housekeeper, at least not to Diderot."

Du's chest felt like it was covered by a net, and his breathing became light and difficult. A overwhelming sense of guilt tightly wrapped him around him. He unconsciously lowered his arms and murmured to himself, "It's my fault..."

...I'm sorry...Master..."

Good opportunity!

Zhizhi's eyes flashed, and he quickly raised his right hand, pointing the black round gun barrel towards his forehead. His left hand quickly grabbed his hands in an attempt to kidnap him and escape. Suddenly, there was a force behind him, that heavy weight.

A powerful blow hit her right wrist. She couldn't hold on, and the gun in her right hand fell with a loud sound.

Just as she was about to turn around, she suddenly felt the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against her lower back, and her hands were pinned behind her back.

The man's cold breath moved on his neck, and a cold voice came from behind, "Miss Song, you are very eloquent."

Zhizhi struggled away, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Damn it, Diderot!"

"Did I come at the wrong time?"

Diderot twisted his hands, ignoring Zhizhi's pain from being twisted, and slammed her back against the corner of the table behind her. Then a sneer appeared on his face, "Du Zhong has served me for many years, and as soon as you come, you will

I don’t really like the fact that he is trying to sow discord between me and him.”

Zhizhi frowned and groaned, and slid down along the corner of the table to reduce the pain. The moment he let go of himself, his arms had no support and he fell to the ground weightlessly.

She had fought with Diderot on the beach of Nangong Island, and she was very aware of his melee strength. At that time, Diderot was easy to attack and easy to capture. She knew that it would be effortless to defeat him, but she didn't want to see Diderot in front of her.

But he has such terrifying power. Just the moment he held it, he felt a sharp pain as if his bones were about to break. Even the hands he was holding were surrounded by a clanking red mark.

"You have just fought against Mask, and you dare to use psychological tactics to deal with Du." Diderot looked down at her condescendingly, "Woman, you are very courageous."

When Du heard this, his face turned slightly red. He lowered his head and wanted to explain something or ask something, but was interrupted by Diderot's order, "Du, bring the handcuffs."

He lowered his head and said to Zhizhi, "This lady has a strong anti-war ability and is very cunning. She may have some weird ideas to escape and fight back. I think it would be better to tie her up."

Your sister, dare you use the word "chain" to her?

Zhizhi glanced at him with a flat expression, "If you want to play sm, I'll accompany you. I've got the whip, wax and oil ready. I can whip you to ecstasy."

Diderot smiled instead of being angry, "Most of the people around me are dull, but I must have a lot of fun keeping you here."

Still laughing when being scolded.

Zhizhi was insulted and said: "In this world, it's not uncommon for people to want to be patted, beaten, beaten, and kept. But you who want to be scolded are really a pioneer, a first, and a weird one!"

You might as well provide me with your family genealogy, so that I can take care of all eighteen generations of your ancestors. You can choose from more than a dozen languages, speak without mercy, and guarantee your satisfaction."

Diderot raised his eyebrows even higher.

Du Ze took the handcuffs and stood aside, stunned by Zhizhi's words...

Zhizhi added, "The price is negotiable. Let me first state that my appearance fee is extremely high."

Du Ze turned to look at Diderot and said uneasily: "Young Master..."

He was really unable to resist such vulgar and irrefutable words, and he even began to worry that the young master would become furious.

"Du, the handcuffs are not for holding," Diderot reminded, without any anger on his face, "If you let this living treasure go, it will be difficult to find another one. Lock it up for me."

(Thank you dear jieroucarol, frbb2004 for giving me a silent gold medal, dear jieroucaro for giving me a silent big red envelope, okay ^_^)