Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

【276 Beiming Wanrou】

"You did those things on purpose, didn't you?"

After leaving the restaurant, Zhizhi and Nangong Mo came to the white gazebo not far from the villa. As soon as they sat down, Zhizhi asked.

Nangong Mo was not surprised by her question, sat beside her and replied, "Yes."

Zhizhi looked sideways, "Why?"

"It's nothing..." The corners of his lips curled slightly, and the corners of his eyes also had faint melancholy, "It's just a whim."

Doing a show to make others believe in their identities more?This answer sounds silly.

Don't want her to lose to Lu Qianning's arrogance?This reason sounds too false.

It's actually very simple - he just wants her eyes not to stay on that man, and he doesn't want his every move to affect her whole mind, and wants her pupils to really stay on him for once , just once.

Zhizhi couldn't figure out why, so he changed the subject, "I asked Mr. Nangong to quit the mission yesterday, but failed. He changed my mission target to you, saying that I must protect you or get out."

Hearing this, Nangong Mo's eyes instantly became complicated, and he pursed his lips in silence.

"When I went to find the old man, he happened to be looking at the photo." Zhizhi saw a slight change in his face, and continued softly, "It's a photo of your mother, you, and the three of you."

"Okay." Nangong Mo frowned and turned his head, his tone was a bit cramped, "I know, you can see clearly how I am treated in Nangong's family, why do you need to find excuses for their kind lobbying?"

Zhizhi understood that this was the only minefield he couldn't touch, so he hummed, nodded and said, "I'm just stating the facts, without any personal emotions, as long as you listen to it, if you don't listen to it, just pretend that the wind blows without a trace. Just smile and forget."

Nangong Mo let out a long breath, leaned against Zhizhi, and said slowly, "Alright, let me tell you what this man I should call my father has done.

Nangong Zhan, in fact, never really took care of me.

When I was young, my mother and I lived in the Rose Garden. She often sat alone in the garden, holding me, waiting for his arrival. At first, he came very frequently, and we could see each other every week. Later, gradually, it was difficult to see him every month. See you, it's hard to see in two months, and it's getting harder and harder.

But every time I come here, when I see his black sports car, I will rush forward to greet him. What I often get are some toys that I never play with and a perfunctory hug. What does that hug taste like? I have never remembered it, because it is too strange, and it has ceased to exist since I was five years old.

Later, it was extended to half a year, or a year, I can't remember, it will appear once in a long, long time, and that time, he will take his mother out for a whole day, and will send it back the next morning. At that time, he has already ignored her. my existence.

But my mother still waited every day, her personality changed drastically, and she was no longer impatient with me. Sometimes she would look at the things he left at home in a daze, and would not speak for a day.

It was around the winter when I was ten years old, it was snowing heavily, and my memory was very clear. A car I was not familiar with was parked in front of the door, and the very respectable but proud and beautiful lady walked out of the car. She entered He grabbed my collar, dragged me into the snow, pointed the gun at my head, sneered at my mother, and asked her if she wanted me to die?

My mother ran out and hugged her leg and begged for mercy, begging her to let me go, don't touch me, and he arrived after crying for a long time. After he snatched me and threw me on the snow, he ignored me and took him Ah Yao left...

My mother cried hard while hugging me, saying that she would work hard and become stronger so that everyone would stop bullying me.

From that year on, I suddenly realized that my sixth sense, which had always been accurate, was a prophecy ability that no one else had. This was a special ability bestowed on me by God.

After I told my mother, she was very happy, and told me to go to a place every year, so that I could better use this ability, which is why I was sent to the Doug Research Institute every year, the second year of going to Doug , the mother was suddenly taken to the Nangong headquarters and never came back.I was taken care of by the housekeeper, and I have been living in the rose garden. "

This memory is very long, and it lasted until Nangong Mojiu breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "The last memory I have of my mother is about 11 years ago. Someone came to tell me that my mother sent someone to pick me up... Later... I just stagnated and lost three years of memory, and when I regain consciousness, what I get is the news of my mother’s death and the strict order of being banned from the Nangong headquarters. If I’m not wrong, my mother was ordered by the Nangong family..."

Zhizhi saw his thick eyebrows furrowed deeply, and his complexion became more and more painful as he recalled, he quickly reached out to hold his hand, and said clearly: "If this is the case, the truth will definitely come to light, and if you can come this time, you will be able to pay auntie justice !"

Nangong Mo rested his forehead with his hands, and his breathing was a little rough. His complexion was still pale, and he turned his head and forced a smile at her, "You know, although my past was very pale and monotonous, it was me who found out the cause of my mother's death." What must be done in this life is my responsibility. I..."

"Nangong Mo, don't think about it anymore, enough is enough."

I don't know if it's because I've said too much, or because I've been meditating for too long, but knowing that seeing the grief accumulated in his eyes made her heartache, she patted his shoulder and said softly, "Nangong Mo, I will help you." Go back to your room and rest for a while, your face is not good."

Nangong Mo didn't speak, just sat there with a gloomy face and didn't move. After Zhizhi persuaded him for a long time, he still didn't move. Zhizhi sighed, so she bent down, held his face, and pressed a light kiss on his forehead. , thinking to himself, what works for the little stone, should also work for the father.

Nangong Mo shook his body, raised his black eyes to look at her, before Zhizhi got up, he hugged her neck, raised his head to meet her, and pressed her thin lips...

The sudden warmth made Zhizhi's eyes widen, and he raised his hand to push Nangong Mo, but when he lowered his eyes, he saw Nangong Mo with his eyes slightly closed, with traces of moisture on his eyelashes.

She stopped, closed her eyes, and accepted Nangong Mo's kiss.

He just covered her lips, approaching her as if he wanted to suck the warmth, clinging to her, hugging her, holding her in his arms, kissing her deeper and deeper.

It was the first time Zhizhi experienced the feeling of being suffocated by being kissed by Nangong Mo.

This is not plundering, nor is it encroaching. It is a subtle touch that is wrapped in soft white clouds, as quiet as a breeze, but can make people fall slowly.

He let go of her, Zhizhi took his hand, took a step back, covered his face that was flushed from shortness of breath, and did not look at him with a little embarrassment.

Nangong Mo got up and walked to her side, looked at her side face, and said softly: "I know, this is just an encouraging kiss, kid, don't be embarrassed, okay?"

Zhizhi nodded and said nothing.

He took her hand and led her back to the villa.

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"Master," An Yan put the arranged documents on the table, looked at Nangongjue who was standing silently in front of the window, and reminded, "The ordered things have been arranged, and all the cadres who have arrived are also here. The arrangements have been made properly, and the main fire department has been concentrated in the weapon base according to the command of the young master."

Nangong Jue still stood there, neither turning his head nor speaking.

An Yi turned her head and walked forward, "Master?"

He turned his face, answered, and walked out quickly.

An Yi looked forward, and there was only an empty white gazebo.

Young master just now, what are you looking at so engrossed?

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Zhizhi and Nangong Mo parted ways, and when they returned to their room, they were stunned when they saw the man sitting beside their bed.

She stood in front of the door, not knowing whether to step in or turn around to leave.

Nangong Jue got up, grabbed her arm and pulled her into the door, closed the door, pushed her against the door panel, lowered his head and bit her lip.

Zhizhi let out a cry of pain, annoyed by his sudden assault, raised his hand and slapped him, then turned back——

The crisp cracking sound was clear and obvious in the air, and the scarlet fingerprints were left on Nangong Jue's face.

Nangong Jue stopped, clasped her chin, and asked in a low voice, "He can, but I can't?"

Zhizhi looked directly at him, and replied coldly, "Yes."

A dark light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was not as indifferent as usual, "You said, you will wait for me."

"It's already in the past." She turned her face away, her voice was low, "I've already forgotten it, so there's no need to mention it again, Eldest Young Master."

Hurt this thing, it will only accumulate more and more, she can't afford to wait.

Nangong Jue pursed his lips and didn't speak, just stared at her, with many complicated eyes, eyes that she knew she couldn't understand, she went to break his hand, and said in a bad tone, "According to my seniority, I am yours." Sister-in-law, is it reasonable for you to hug me like this?"

He hugged her, ignored her struggle, put her on the bed, just hugged her tightly regardless of her, buried his face in her neck, and spit out all his soft breath on her skin.

Knowing the disparity in strength between the two, Zhizhi asked, "Nangongjue, what exactly do you want?"

"Who is the person in your heart?" He asked in a low voice, knowingly pursed his thin lips, and said angrily, "It has nothing to do with you!"

His eyes darkened, he held Zhizhi stubbornly, and stopped talking.

Zhizhi sighed in his heart, and leaned in his arms like that, but couldn't say anything.