Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

【198 Life Farce】

A stabbing pain came from behind, Song Xiaozhi groaned, opened her eyes, and what caught her eyelids was the yellowed sunset, and a room with simple furnishings. The furnishings in the room were simple, with a window, a table and a chair. Lying on this wooden bed, beside the wooden table, lay the back of a slender man in a suit.

She sat up and saw that all the wounds on her body had been treated, the worn-out bulletproof vest was replaced, her underwear was removed, and a layer of bandages was wrapped around her, only a loose men's shirt was covered .

Almost subconsciously, she called out to the back, "Nangongjue, do Nangongyu and Bai Qingcheng..."

When the figure turned around, revealing a face that had just woken up from exhaustion, Zhizhi stopped talking.

The sound stopped abruptly.

No... Nangong Jue.

Moreover, on this face, the hair hangs down slightly, covering half of the pupils, forming a light-colored silhouette on his handsome face, revealing half of the beautiful face, with a straight nose and thin lips, as beautiful as jade, Good-looking, good-looking, picturesque eyebrows, affectionate charm, clear-sighted, imposing appearance... Many, many adjectives flooded into her mind at this moment.

This is a face that at least overlaps with the memory in the dream just now.

Zhizhi looked at him, unable to regain his composure. After a long time, he slowly said, "Nangong Mo...you saved me..."

Nangong Mo got up, pushed aside the falling brown hair, took a step forward, and sat on the side of the bed, "A picture of you in danger flashed in my mind, and when I rushed to Nangong Villa, I happened to hear that the servant picked you up. He rushed over here in a hurry. Nangong Yu and Bai Qingcheng are also out of danger, and are now on the plane back to Nangong Villa."

He looked at the gauze wrapped around the wounds on her upper body, and said with a smile, "I came in time, right?"

Zhizhi seemed to feel that after every sentence he said, he would add a sentence, kid.

But he didn't.

She raised her hand suddenly, brushed his sideburns, and looked behind his right ear——

Nangong Mo paused, grabbed her hand, and said in surprise: "I know, what's wrong with you, you don't speak, and you behave so strangely?"

Zhizhi pursed her lips and did not speak.

He too was silent.

In the evening, the cool wind blew in through the window, raising her shoulder-length black hair and the sleeve corners of his shirt.

The huge shirt on her body was blown up, revealing her beautiful white legs, and her hair covered her face, covering her sad eyes.

Nangong Mo looked at her, and suddenly asked, "Zhizhi, are you hungry, or is your wound hurting?"

This kind of... multiple choice question method.

A long-awaited feeling began to sway in his chest.

"Nangong Mo, you usually don't live in Nangong Villa, where do you live?"

Nangong Mo put down her hand, stared at her face and said, "I live in the garden left by my mother, Rose Garden."

Something sharp pierced Zhizhi's brain in an instant, and his temples began to jump wildly——

It's not that she hasn't seen the photos, nor did she expect Nangong Mo to answer like this.

However, when he said it like this, there was still a feeling of her heart hanging in her throat for a long time. She took a deep breath quietly, with a calm surface, and said with a light smile: "Rose Garden, the name of the garden was given by my aunt. Good to hear."

Nangong Mo's eyes were deep, but he also smiled faintly, "I will take you to visit the garden in another day, and the garden is full of roses, almost all of which were planted by my mother one by one, and they have grown up to now. very good."

The roses in the garden are very beautiful, I know and even remember where the roses bloom the most, where the most beautiful blooms, and where the fragrance is the strongest.

Rose Garden, the Rose Garden where she lived for three years.

The only remaining evidence that he was adopted by the Nangong family.

The rose garden that I will never forget in my life, and the one night of humiliation.

Zhizhi held her chest, looked up at him and whispered, "Did you heal my injury?"

"Do you want me to say yes, or no?" he asked with a smile.

When Zhizhi heard such multiple-choice questions from his mouth, she couldn't help but stare at him motionless, and her thoughts drifted back to that long time ago.

"What do you think?" Zhizhi grinned sweetly, "It depends on whether you choose hemiplegia, or my love and gratitude."

This little girl who is a killer is not easy to mess with.

Nangong Mo knew this very well, and sighed: "The simple treatment done at the nearest clinic near here was treated by a female nurse."

Only then did Zhizhi heave a sigh of relief, pointing to the loose shirt on her body, raised her eyebrows, "What about this one?"

"mine."

He replied, pulling up the quilt to cover her body, "Wounds are easily infected by the wind."

After all, it is not winter, wrapped in a thick quilt, it is inevitable to be hot and dry, Zhizhi resisted, "I am afraid of heat, I sweat."

"I know, it's better for you to cover it up." Nangong Mojuanmei's eyes turned dark, "I'm also a man."

what……

Second young master, although you are a little more beautiful and a little bit ugly, I really don't regard you as a woman.

Miss Song checked in her heart, silently grabbed the quilt and got in.

But it is undeniable that in her heart, she is not wary of the second young master Nangong who is both beautiful and good-natured.

The quilt should have been freshly dried, with the smell of sunshine, mixed with the clean and comfortable light fragrance of Nangong Mo, and the pleasant smell of oranges in the afternoon wrapped up Zhizhi. She lay under the quilt, muttering to herself Yu: "This brand of shower gel has such a wide audience."

It's cheap and smells good. Children's body wash, she and Xiao Shitou have been using it for many years.

Xiao Shitou often said that this is the smell of Mommy.

This has always been called the taste of the Song family by Shi Shi and himself, but they never thought that Nangong Mo and them are surprisingly the same.

If it was him more than ten years ago.

Also if, the person eight years ago was also him.

Then fate is really a ridiculous and cute thing.

It arranged an extremely romantic opportunity, but gave her a very abusive process, and in the end, it was such a tender reunion.

This is really a farce of life, complete with succession and transition.