Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

【146 A child with a mother is not easy to mess with】

An Yi was not there, Shi Shi was sleeping in the room, and An Yan did not come to the research room, so dinner became a serious problem for the two of them to face.

Song Xiaozhi leaned on the sofa with a dying look, "President, there is no dinner, please call for takeaway, I want to eat pizza."

Nangongjue picked up an arms magazine on the table, flipped through it slowly, without lifting his eyelids, "You do it."

"I am a patient who eats guns!" Song Xiaozhi reminded again, "I also have congenital heart disease."

He turned his head, raised his hand, and stroked her hair like a puppy, "Be good, do it."

"Be your sister!"

Nangong Jue's hand that lifted the book paused, raised his eyebrows, and looked at her, "You want to be Song Xiaotou's younger sister with me?"

"Fuck! If I was taller and stronger than you, I would kill you right now."

Song Xiaozhi was bloody.

"If it weren't for the gunshot wound you blocked for me now," he snorted, "I would definitely want you now."

Zhizhi saw him looking at her with fiery eyes again, and she was stared at by that monstrous cold face for too long, her heart immediately started beating wildly.

Damn, jump, jump, jump your sister!

What to do if you jump to death!

Miss Song is twisted, even her own heart is disgusted!

The heart expresses its innocence...

Zhizhi withdrew his eyes and said calmly, "Okay, I'll do it, then eat instant noodles."

"No", Nangong Jue refused, "I don't eat junk food."

"eat bread."

"Not interested in."

"McDonald's, KFC?"

"I do not like."

Zhizhi fell, "Do it yourself!"

Nangong Jue looked at her flushed pink cheeks due to anger, put down the book, got up and approached her, lowered his head and pecked her pink skin, "Miss Song, do you want to eat my cooking?"

Zhizhi was so disturbed by the breath on his cheeks that he couldn't think normally, his mind was muddled, he nodded and said um.

Young Master Nangong smiled proudly and gratifiedly, and kissed her cheek again, "Wait."

Knowing the fantasy...

This kind of people who don't eat hard and soft, and like to reverse their style suddenly, are called patients with cerebral organic mental disorder syndrome in medicine. In short, they are abnormal.

There was a sound in the kitchen, Song Xiaozhi breathed a sigh of relief, touched his empty stomach and waited for the big meal served by CEO Nangong.

Half an hour has passed...

The sound of the kitchen has not stopped, but there is no smell of food overflowing.

Song Xiaozhi got up and went into the kitchen, and saw the tall and graceful Young Master Nangong standing in front of the pot, staring angrily at the bottom of the pot that was motionless in front of him.

Zhizhi walked over, "What is the president doing?"

"meal."

She looked at the so-called rice, an egg, neither black nor mushy, maintaining its original shape when it was put into the pot.

Song Xiaozhi kindly reminded: "President, did you forget to fire?"

As he said that, he touched the bottom with his hand, and when he twisted it, sparks popped up from under the pot.

Nangong Jue dropped the spatula with a slap, whispered coldly: "You bastard, why can't it fire automatically? Who designed such a low-end thing!"

low end?

This is the latest cooktop. It is widely praised because the switch is designed to be hidden without affecting the appearance, but it seems to have caused a lot of trouble for Mr. Nangong.

Although Zhizhi concealed all kinds of contempt from his heart, "I adore you, the omnipotent CEO, really."

Nangongjue's cold light struck, his handsome face was gloomy, "Miss Song, do you know that it's best not to say anything at this time."

Song Xiaozhi took the frying egg with the spatula in his hand, just laughed and squeezed out two sweet dimples on his smooth face.

She turned her head and looked at Nangong Jueshi who was still observing the switch with a frown, holding back a smile and enduring the pain.

This scene is filmed and relaxed during the gathering of all members of the Nangong family. It will definitely create a high (interval) tide!

"Miss Song", a dark voice rang in my ear, "Do you know what it feels like to be hypoxic?"

Zhizhi didn't have time to wave the spatula to stop him, but he felt forced to turn around, a strong kiss was pressed down, and a strong and pleasant scent of masculinity filled his nostrils.

In a brief exclamation, the lips and tongue were plundered, and the city was captured and collapsed...

Ms. Song experienced the feeling of lack of oxygen...

Afterwards, Young Master Nangong also experienced the taste of frying bitter eggs...

Seeing him frowning and eating the burnt black food, Zhizhi sneered in his heart.

Do it yourself.

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Didi's alarm clock rang, Song Xiaotou sat up from the bed, pulled the computer over and glanced at the screen, waving his fingers quickly.

Stone: "White Cat, your efficiency has slowed down to the point where I can't accept it."

White Cat: "The whereabouts of Jack's family are erratic, there has never been a fixed place, and there is no headquarters at all. Where do you want me to check?"

Shi Shi: "I'm beginning to doubt the coverage of your intelligence network. Forget it, I'll ask others..."

White Cat: "Don't insult my professionalism, brat!"

After 2 minutes, a report came.

White Cat: "At three o'clock in the morning, the Jack family has arms deals in the Asian region, near the port of Tokyo, there is only so much information about them."

Stone: "Let the goshawk pick me up within an hour."

White Cat: "( ⊙ o ⊙ ) You want to go to the trading site? Stone, Jack's family...it's not easy to mess with, you think about it..."

Shi Shi sneered, "They should regret messing with my mommy."

The white cat was ashamed, "I know your ability, but they are all well-trained lunatics who kill without batting an eye and hold heavy weapons."

Shitou: "Tell Goshawk my exact location, we will talk next time."

White Cat: "Stone Stone Stone..."

The white cat sighed, and immediately contacted Goshawk.

Shi Shi is rarely impulsive, always rational, and most of them are polite and lovely, but when there is anything that is not good for the sheep, the boy is like eating dynamite, cold and frightening.

Sure enough, a child with a mother is not easy to mess with!

The cold light flickered in Song Xiaotou's eyes, he turned off the computer, quickly took off his pajamas, changed into a simple and easy casual clothes, put on his backpack, took all kinds of self-defense weapons, opened the window, and jumped out...