Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

[422 Bao Jun is satisfied]

"Actually, it was you, Mr. Du, who put the chains on Diderot, who finally broke free from the predicament of persistence."

At this time, Du's face was in pain, and his body trembled violently. When Zhizhi cast his eyes on him, his lips could not help shaking. Obviously, he was overwhelmed by these words.

He had seen the young master suffering from Michelle's illness, he had also seen the expression on the young master's struggling face when he buried the murder evidence, and how the young master handled the corpses of those locked in the dungeon after Miss Michelle killed them. Annoyed and regretful...

Watching the young master grow up from a young age, although the young master has a strange temper, likes to pursue perfection, and because of his natural good mind, he treats everything with a boring attitude, but the young master is not a born evil person.Although the servant said that the young master doesn't like to laugh, and it has nothing to do with the word kindness, but only he understands——

When the young master was seven years old, in the majestic and heavy rain, when the boy sitting in the carriage saw a stray dog ​​that was soaked and unable to move in the corner of the city, he ordered to stop, held a big black umbrella, and walked to the shivering stray dog. In front of him, I held an umbrella for it for nearly 10 minutes alone.

He remembered clearly that the young master was wearing a suit that was newly cut for the banquet that day. He was dressed formally, and even the tie around his neck was a pattern carefully selected by his wife. That day, the young master held the umbrella for 10 minutes, and the sky cleared up.

When I came back, the right shoulder of the suit was completely wet, and the water dripping from the corner of the umbrella wetted half of my boots, my hair was messy, and my tie was blown crooked.

He asked the young master why he didn't just carry the dog to the car?The young master said with a cold expression that it was dying and it was unnecessary.

In fact, the stray dog ​​had already froze to death when the young master went there with an umbrella.

The 10-minute stop was actually because the farewell prayer for the deceased in the Diderot family took at least 15 minutes to complete...

Others don't know, but he understands—his young master was once kind.

When the young master was making changes for Miss Michelle bit by bit, he wanted to persuade and stop him, but he would always hold back when he saw the young master seeing Michelle's smile, and stopped talking.

He thought that without Michelle's young master, he would be unhappy.

So...he was stoppable, said nothing, did nothing...

Du's face was ugly, and he bent down slowly, leaning on the table behind him, unable to say a word of excuse.

"Hope is a beautiful word, but if its existence is already a crime, then all we have to do is to destroy hope and shatter it." Knowing every word, he leaned closer to him, slowly raised his hand, and looked down at the people who could no longer stand. Du steadily, "Du, you are not a competent housekeeper, at least for Diderot, you are not."

Du's chest seemed to be covered by a net, his breathing became light and difficult, and a sense of guilt filled the sky wrapped him tightly, his arms drooped unconsciously, and he murmured to himself, "It's my fault... ...I'm sorry...Master..."

good chance!

Zhizhi's eyes flashed, his right hand was raised quickly, the black round gun barrel pointed towards his forehead, and his left hand also quickly grabbed his hands to escape from here, suddenly, there was a force behind him, the heavy The force of the shot hit her right wrist, she couldn't hold it back, and the gun in her right hand fell.

Just as she was about to turn her head, she suddenly felt the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against her lower back, and her hands were pinned behind her.

The man's cold breath wandered around his neck, and a cold voice came from behind, "Miss Song, you have a good eloquence."

Zhizhi struggled, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Damn it, Diderot!"

"Did I come at a bad time?"

Diderot twisted his hands, ignoring the pain of Zhizhi being twisted, and slammed her back hard against the corner of the table behind him, and then a sneer appeared on his face, "Du has served me loyally for many years, and you will be ready when you come." I don't really like to provoke my relationship with him."

Zhizhi frowned and snorted, and slid down the corner of the table to reduce the pain. The moment he let go, his arms lost any support, and he fell to the ground weightlessly.

On the beach of Nangong Island, she fought against Diderot, and she knew his melee strength very well. At that time, Diderot was easy to attack and take, and Zhizhi beat him without any effort, but she didn't want the Diderot in front of her. But it has such a terrifying power, just when I grasped it, it felt like my own bones were about to break, and there was a layer of clanking red marks around the hands that were bound by him.

"You dare to use psychological tactics to deal with Du just after fighting against the mask." Diderot looked down at her condescendingly, "Woman, you are very courageous."

Du heard this, his face flushed slightly, he lowered his head to explain something, and wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by Diderot's order, "Du, bring the handcuffs."

Bowing his head to Zhizhi, "This young lady has strong anti-war ability and is very cunning. Maybe she has some weird ideas to escape and fight back. I think it's better to tie her up."

Your sister, dare to use the word "tied" to her?

Zhizhi glanced at him with a flat expression, "If you want to play sm, I will accompany you. The whip, wax and oil are all ready. If I can smoke you, you will want to die."

Diderot smiled instead of anger, "Most of the people around me are dull, and it must be a lot of fun to keep you."

Being scolded and laughing.

Knowing that he was insulted, he said in distaste: "In this world, it's not uncommon to raise everyone, but you who are begging to be scolded are really pioneers, first-of-its-kind, wonderful! You might as well provide me with your family tree, so that I can take care of all eighteen generations of your ancestors, and you can choose more than a dozen languages, and you will be satisfied with your words without mercy."

Diderot raised his eyebrows even higher.

Du was standing aside with handcuffs, stunned by Zhizhi's words...

Zhizhi added another sentence, "The price is negotiable, first declare that my appearance fee is extremely high."

Du Ze turned to look at Diderot, and said anxiously, "Master..."

Such vulgar and irrefutable words, he really had no power to resist, and even he began to worry that the young master would fly into a rage.

"Du, handcuffs are not for holding," Diderot reminded, without anger on his face, "This is a treasure, it's hard to find a second one if you let it go, lock it tightly for me."

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