Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

[229 Pig Stealing Murderer]

Ms. Song smiled, "I have too many injuries, let's take care of it for two days, that boy Shitou is too smart, I don't want him to know about my injuries."

Nangong Jue thought for a moment, nodded, then walked to Zhizhi, leaned closer to smell her fragrance, and whispered, "Miss Song, should I remind you again?"

"Uh...reminder...what?"

Zhizhi watched him get so close and wanted to retreat, but he hugged his waist with both hands, struggled a few times, and couldn't move.

"You haven't said forgive me yet."

This time his tone was much lighter and softer, and he could only hear a faint order.

Zhizhi saw him getting closer and closer, looking at the angular handsome face he hadn't seen for a long time, slowly zooming in before his eyes, approaching...

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, fluttered a few times, and closed.

This is a long goodbye kiss.

Zhizhi has never enjoyed Nangongjue's gentle warmth, so light, so soft, as if she might melt into his mouth with a little force...

With a soft sigh in her heart, she accepted his long and tender kiss.

This is not just a rare tenderness, it is... a long-lost miss.

No matter how much she refuses to speak, but after this time of separation, she can already distinguish her feelings.

She understood how well Nangong Mo treated her, but it was not as deep as the imprint this man had left on her heart.

It wasn't until he left her lips that Zhizhi lowered her head and touched his chest with her fingers, "Does the injury still hurt?"

This knife happened to be drawn very close to his heart.

Fortunately, it only scratched the superficial flesh and did not go deeper.

Nangong Jue shook his head, and lightly ordered, "Don't worry, you are tired, go to bed."

Zhizhi shook his head, walked to the cabinet, took out the medicine box, and gave him medicine.

The two sat on the sofa, Nangong Jue took off his shirt, sat quietly and let her handle minor injuries for himself.

He doesn't care about such injuries.

He would rather not deal with what she left behind.

But when he saw that she was distressed, he could do as she wanted.

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After the injury was treated, the morning light also appeared outside the window. Zhizhi could see that Nangong Jue was exhausted after staying up all night, so he said, "Go back to sleep, I have nothing to do here."

"I won't go." He hugged her bare chested, his tone was domineering, "I'll just sleep here."

Zhizhi stared at his expressionless face and said with a smile, "Okay, you can sleep here."

She took his hand away, patted the sofa and said, "I wish you a good sleep."

Miss Song was about to walk away, but was stopped by the young master. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back into his arms, "Miss Song, I need your smell to fall asleep."

Zhizhinu, "Really, so you have been up all night, young master, at the Lu family?"

His face flickered, and he remained silent.

Zhizhi's mind suddenly flashed, thinking that when Nangongjue got off the plane, someone seemed to be holding a pink stuff and ran to Nangongjue's villa quickly...

Thinking about it carefully, that thing is similar to the pink flying piggy pillow she used.

That's what she brought with her when she moved into an apartment near a hurricane.

After being kicked down by the young master, it was lost. It turns out...it turns out...

She glared at Nangong Jue, you are a pig thief!

Young Master Nangong looked calm, "What?"

The corners of Miss Song's mouth twitched wildly, wondering how this man could be so calm and confident and ask himself shamelessly, what's wrong?

She took a deep breath, her face darkened, she patted his shoulder with one hand, and said in a very solemn tone, "Nangongjue...I...I can't find words to describe your pervert."

The eldest young master looked at her, and whispered back: "Miss Song... I can't find words to describe how cute you are."

Miss Song wanted to reply, but suddenly realized that it was not his usual sarcasm, but when she praised herself, she choked in her throat, coughed a few times unnaturally, her chest throbbed and jumped a few times , blushing.

It was the first time that the young master saw this eloquent little woman cough and shut up, smiled proudly, pressed a kiss on her forehead, hugged her and lay on the sofa, and gently ordered, "Miss Song, I'm going to sleep, hug her!" Follow me."

evil……

Miss Song had goosebumps all over the floor... She stared at Nangongjue with nervous eyes...

What does this guy want to do again, he must be plotting something wrong, right!

He opened the sofa bed and lay on it with Zhizhi in his arms. He said in a defensive tone, "Miss Song, you are still injured. I just hug you. Don't expect me to do other things!"

rely on ...

Countless swear words drifted through Zhizhi's mind...

Young master, you can continue to be as shameless as possible, and be as gentle as possible while being ashamed as possible.

What Ms. Song can't accept the most is——

Young master, don't suddenly change your gentle style!

This style change made her feel that there is nothing wrong with it!

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"Young master, I refuse to count the data. The total transaction volume in these three days has increased by five times." The researcher pointed to the data report in front of the computer, "Oh no, it is nearly six times. The total transaction volume in these three days has exceeded Half a month's worth of data."

As soon as the words fell, all the research members sitting in the research room looked at the stone with admiration.

It's a myth!

In three days, using his own genius invention, he quickly won many huge deals.

And A Qian's brilliant negotiating techniques are breathtaking.

This child was born for the arms industry.

The genius of the Nangong family!

It's a fight with the young master who once won [-] deals in one day!

Green dragon and white tiger, no difference between top and bottom.

Hearing this, Xiao Shitou took off his glasses, took off his white research coat, and stretched his waist: "Complete the task ahead of schedule, remember to report the data to grandpa on my behalf as the leader of the research base tomorrow."

"Aren't young masters going to report the good news to the head in person?"

"Tomorrow?" Song Xiaotou jumped off his chair and said quietly, "I'm going back to City Z tomorrow."

"But young master, the old master has issued a blockade order. There are many military agencies around the island. If the blockade is not lifted, no one can get out."

"You also said that it was designed by the arms agency." Xiao Shitou didn't care much, "I really hope to meet an arms agency that can stop me."

"Young master, no one dares to disobey the orders of the master..."

"Then I'll be the first one." Song Xiaotou rubbed his sleepy round eyes, yawned and walked towards the lounge, saying strangely all the way, "Remember to prepare the helicopter and the pilot tomorrow. I don't have a driver's license yet. Pass It is more troublesome at various customs."

"Yes, young master."

Song Xiaotou went back to the lounge, and felt depressed when he lay down. The bed here is so uncomfortable to sleep on, but the comfort of Nangong Villa...

He was in such a hurry to go back——it was because he missed his unbelievable mommy.

And the ominous premonition that time at the beach, he was also very concerned...

In this world, it doesn't matter who gets bullied.

But Miss Song must not be bullied.

why?

Of course it's because Miss Song is the most beautiful mother in his stone!

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Song Xiaozhi woke up early, and when he woke up, he found that he had been moved from the sofa to the bed, and Nangong Jue had already gotten up and left the research room.

After changing his clothes and walking to the door, Nangong Jue was listening to the butler holding a stack of documents to make a report item by item when he saw the lawn in the distance.

She leaned against the hidden position in front of the door, staring at them boredly with her arms folded.

When she saw the butler speak, she subconsciously practiced her lip-reading skills.

"Master, the list of antique auctions in the past few days has been sent to the study. The recent Nangong family's arms transactions have also been summarized. There is also an invitation letter from the Lu family here."

The housekeeper took out a project invitation letter and handed it to Nangongjue, "As in previous years, this is a project invitation to jointly manufacture a batch of weapons with us for sale every quarter."

Nangong Jue accepted the letter, but tore it up without reading it.

The butler stared blankly, "Master...this...this is a letter from the Lu family...Young Master, you..."

Nangong never showed any expression, but turned his head and said indifferently: "This cooperation notice is cancelled."

For Lu Lan, for his mother, he can guard the Lu family.

Over the years, in order to atone for his crimes, he expressed [-]% trust to the Lu family, but their return was not the same.

Some things, always have to teach some lessons to make people remember.

The butler looked at the indifferent young master in disbelief, nodded in astonishment and said, "Alright young master, I'll inform the Lu family that it's almost eight o'clock, and the car for Nangong Enterprise is ready."

Nangong Jue nodded, walked towards the garage with big strides, got in the car, sped off, and went to Nangong Enterprise.

Zhizhi smiled, walked to the place where Nangongjue had been on the lawn, looked up at the sky——

It's sunny today.

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