Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

【419 old photos】

Du had already wiped all those cups clean and packed them up. The narration did not interrupt his continuous work, and he still placed the cups neatly and orderly without interruption during his speech.

He turned around and cleaned his hands again, and said with a smile to Zhizhi: "I'm old, and my words are always trivial, Miss Song, don't take offense."

Zhizhi was actually very fascinated by listening to Du's vicissitudes of life but gentle, and she spoke slowly, with a sense of fascination. She shook her head, stared at Du's hands without scars and exposed skin, and suddenly said: "You are better than Dider How long is Luo alive?"

After a pause for an irrelevant question, he turned to look at Zhizhi puzzled, "Yes, Ms. Song, I started serving the young master less than three months after he was born."

Zhizhi raised his eyebrows, "So, at that time, the four memory chips you brought were Michelle's, Diderot's, Jack Hull's and yours. Because of your age, your body was severely burned by the fire. , so, you are Diderot and Jack Hull's first test subject."

"That's right." Du shook his head and smiled, admiring her calmness and intelligence. "It is said that the young master finally completed the last step of cloning when I was dying, and injected the memory chip into the cold entity, which brought me back to life. Although I only lived for a month for the first one, but I finally provided extremely valuable experience for the young master's experiment, and since then I have become more and more proficient at making clones."

Zhizhi looked at him strangely.

Du seemed to see through, "Is Miss Song wondering why I don't have a number? The young master said that he regards me as a family member, so he can't treat me as a test sample, so I don't have a number."

"Family?" Zhizhi repeated, frowning, "Where's Jack Hull?"

"Ultimately speaking, the original cause of the massacre was Master Hull. Although the young master never spoke out to blame, the reason for Michelle's murder at night is understandably Master Hull. It is impossible for the young master to have no grudges in his heart. Back then If it weren't for Miss Michelle's relationship, the young master would not have treated Master Hull so kindly. At that time, the pharmaceutical factory was handed over to Master Hull, and there were many deficiencies and obviously abnormal accounts. The young master also deliberately turned a blind eye to them. It’s just that I don’t want to create unnecessary conflicts and make Miss Michelle sad.” Du sighed slightly, “Later Miss Michelle was gone, and although the young master can completely ignore Master Hull, those experiments are too cumbersome after all. The young master doesn't want to fail again and again, and needs a trusted assistant, and training a new assistant is too time-consuming, and Master Hull is the best choice."

The reason why Jack Hull was assigned an experiment number was because he was just an assistant.

"The young master has been a bit weird since he was a child. He never showed any enthusiasm for anyone or anything, whether it's relatives or family members. He even disdains the word "friends". I think..." Du Zhuan's eyes were deep, " I think Master Hull himself knows it well, he just follows him voluntarily for the sake of survival, each has his own plans."

Zhizhi nodded and didn't say much.

In this way, the long-cherished wish of Diderot and the Nangong family became clear. After a long period of time, Diderot not only worked hard on his own research, but also never slackened in increasing his strength. The accumulation of strength over the years finally created the Jack family. Taking the arms trade as a breakthrough point, the rapid growth of strength is only to avenge the shame of the past.

Beiming has gradually declined over the years, one generation is not as good as the next generation, and now the young master is hit hard by the troops led by the young master of the Mu family some time ago. He was severely injured in a naval battle, and has no chance of lethality and recovery.

She thought that for Diderot, who had lived for nearly a hundred years, challenging the enduring Nangong and breaking the blooming flowers would arouse his interest even more.

but……

Zhizhi had another question in his heart, "What about the relationship between Diderot and Mrs. Meng? You have described Diderot as being so loyal and unswerving. You would rather protect Michelle than kill a hundred innocent people. How can you easily transfer your love to another person?" ?”

Du smiled, walked to the bookcase, climbed from the side of the white escalator to the top, searched along the edge of the book with one hand, pulled out a white bound letter, opened it, took out a four-inch black and white photo from it, and walked She stepped forward and handed it to Zhizhi, "Miss Song, this is the photo left by Miss Michelle. It was the only one that was kept because it was put in the young master's wallet."

Zhizhi took the photo and looked at it, and was a little startled.

Although the photo is black and white, the pale, flawless skin of the stunning woman sitting quietly in front of the photo is more aptly contrasted.

Her long hair is slightly curly, it should be deep black or maroon, her long hair hangs down to her waist, her skin is snow-like, her eyebrows are delicate, and her thin lips are slightly tough under her strong nose bridge. The lips are very pale and slightly sick , the sitting posture is quiet and elegant, although she is tired, she still has a sense of lazy and charming, her face is not a typical western deep outline, but looks beautiful and elegant, with a bit of Asian classical temperament.

She is wearing a traditional classical dress with slightly strapless shoulders. The fluffy and large white garden skirt is spread around, and the smooth jade shoulders are looming in the whiteness. The lotus root is placed on the skirt, and the posture is elegant and casual.The bangs are slightly messy, and it can be seen that she has not prepared carefully for the photo, and her smile has traces of passing by in a hurry. She is not a woman who pays attention to etiquette.

Zhizhi looked at the photo in a daze, and unconsciously murmured in her heart—this is not the face of old Mrs. Meng when she was young!

Except for those eyes that are slightly different from the East and the West, the person in the photo is almost [-]% like Meng Yao!

So fantastic!

Zhizhi looked up at Du, Du nodded, and said with a smile: "Miss Song can also see it, such a similar face, how can he have any resistance to the young master who loves Michelle so much?"

(%>_<% started writing at 11:30 in the evening, and it was already early in the morning after writing a chapter! = =! I sincerely review it, and I will try not to be so late in the future...)

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