Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[424 is just a photo]

"Why?" Zhizhi asked without hesitation, "Because of love?"

really.

Diderot did not play his cards as usual and replied indifferently, "No."

I thought she would be shocked, but she didn't have any extra expression. The corners of her lips curled up slightly and she said with a smile: "I know."

Diderot's eyes flashed, and his voice suddenly dropped, "What do you mean?"

"If cloning technology is never perfected, to resurrect Michelle, you must use the same method to find another girl to replace Michelle, perform a memory transplant, and use the same method to let her continue to live in place of Michelle."

, Zhizhi always smiled, "But Michelle is dead. No matter how suitable a girl is, she will never

It's just a replacement with a chip implanted. She doesn't have Michelle's appearance or Michelle's voice. She once had another life of her own. She may even have a completely different personality from Michelle. I

I heard that you like to pursue perfection, Diderot, is your purpose to create such a Michel?"

Diderot looked at her with deep eyes, his face filled with ice.

"Is it true that allergens that come from mental stress can disappear through resurrection?" Zhizhi whispered and glanced at Diderot, "I don't mean to persuade you by saying this.

If I were Michelle, I might not want to be resurrected without permission."

Diderot finally clenched his hands and grasped the white thing on the table that looked like a remote control. It shattered with a click.

Failure or success, Zhizhi did not stop talking and asked lightly, "Diderot, do you still remember the color of Michel's eyes?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Just asking," Zhizhi lowered his eyes, "Her eyes are very beautiful."

Diderot remained silent for a while and then said: "It's the same green as Hull."

Zhizhi stared at him for a while, then shook his head, "You really don't remember."

Diderot didn't know what she was up to, but he frowned and said, "Who are you to question me?"

"No, her eyes are cat-eye green between blue and green." Zhizhi shook his head and said seriously, "You probably have never looked at her eyes carefully."

Diderot stood up suddenly, his expression tainted with a layer of anger. Without saying a word, he repeated the question, "On what basis are you questioning me?"

"I saw Michelle's picture."

"Watari, bring me the photo!"

Diderot shouted in a low voice, with bloodthirsty eyes on his face, "Don't try to argue with me. Although I don't hate your temper, it doesn't mean that I won't kill you with a knife."

Watanabe looked at Diderot blankly. After a few seconds, he took out the photo from the bookcase and handed it over.

When Diderot got the photo and lowered his gaze, his face suddenly darkened. He stood in front of Zhizhi without saying a word. After a long time, he held the photo in his hand, lowered his head and glared at Zhizhi, "You are the first one who dares to

Playing tricks on my woman."

"It's not that I'm playing tricks on you, it's that you are willing to be fooled." Zhizhi raised his eyebrows and smiled coldly, "For Michelle... this excuse is very useful. I think you can explain it well. This woman is in your mind."

How far has my memory faded?"

The tone is firm and every word is precise.

Diderot's face seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, and his hand holding the photo was trembling slightly. He stared at the motionless woman tied to the corner of the table with a stern look, and asked himself with slight disbelief - what happened?

, who is she! What does she know! She even just listened to everything between herself and Michelle! What right does she have to doubt his persistence for Michelle for so many years...

Du Muran raised his head, glanced at Diderot and murmured, "Master, have you forgotten... the photo is black and white... how could there be other colors..."

Diderot frowned deeply, "Du, that's just a photo."

"It's just a black and white photo. I just took a look at it. How could I know the color of Michelle's eyes? I was just talking nonsense." Zhizhi stared at Diderot and his tone became more serious.

But you didn’t reject me directly. You hesitated, doubted, and didn’t believe me.

I believe in my own shallow memory. You specifically ordered the photos to be taken out to confirm with me. In fact, you are also confirming to yourself. Diderot, you have even forgotten that the photos are black and white. Can I ask you about the money you carry with you?

Hey, have you never looked at it again after carrying it with you all these years?"

Diderot remained silent and said aggressively, "If you are going to use Michelle as an excuse to do things that are so outrageous and harmful to the world, then at the very least you should not remember her appearance clearly and be willing to question her firmly.

M. Diderot?"

Diderot's face became darker and darker, and he looked at Zhi Zhi with a threatening look, with a faint murderous intention in his pupils.

There are advantages and disadvantages, and interesting things are always harmful. He should have thought of it earlier.

From the beginning, he should have killed her.

"Miss Song, please don't say such hurtful words to the young master. You don't understand the young master." Du explained from the side. Zhizhimo smiled and continued: "Mr. Du, you have been with him for so many years, you

Are you sure you know you know him?"

Du stopped talking, glanced at Diderot, lowered his head and remained silent.

He just regards the young master as his master, treats the young master as the boy who held an umbrella to protect a stray cat from the rain, and chooses to stay with the young master, that's all.

Diderot was speechless at this time. When Zhizhi looked up again, she saw that his eyes were looking at her with murderous intent, so she asked coldly: "You have discovered your secret and want to kill me and silence me?"

"Miss Song, I once wanted you to stay by my side, but now I realize that I was wrong. You are not a woman who can stay by my side." He sat down slowly again, his movements lazily, his eyelids raised slightly, "Smart

A woman who is too smart is a helper, but a woman who is too smart is a source of trouble."

"As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, you and I are not the same kind." Zhizhi showed no fear and smiled proudly, "Besides, if you want to stay by my side, you need to improve more than just your character. You can reinvent me."

I’ll definitely consider it! So Mr. Diderot, as for your desire to win over me for cooperation, four words can just sum it up. It’s a wishful dream, a fantasy.”

(Thank you to Xiaoyue, zxmhcit, 493552738 for the silent gold medal, and the silent flowers to the fish tail ^_^)