Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

【424 is just a photo】

"Why?" Zhizhi asked without hesitation, "Because of love?"

really.

Diderot did not play his cards as usual, and replied indifferently, "No."

She thought she would be stunned, but she didn't have any extra expression, the corners of her lips were slightly drawn, and she said with a smile: "I know."

Diderot's eyes flashed, and his voice suddenly dropped, "What do you mean?"

"If the cloning technology is still not perfect, to revive Michelle, you must use the same method to find another girl who replaces Michelle, do memory transplantation, and use the same method to let her continue to survive instead of Michelle." , Zhizhi always smiled, "But Michelle is dead, and no matter how suitable a girl is, it is still just a replacement for a chip. She doesn't have Michelle's appearance, she doesn't have Michelle's voice, she once had Another life of her own, she may even produce a character completely different from Michelle, I heard that you like to pursue perfection, Diderot, is your purpose to create such a Michelle? "

Diderot looked at her with deep eyes, his face was ice-coloured.

"Is it true that allergens from mental stress can disappear through resurrection?" Zhizhi whispered, and glanced at Diderot, "I don't mean to persuade you when I say these words, but If I were Michelle, I might not want to be revived without my consent."

Diderot finally clenched his hands tightly, grabbed the white thing that looked like a remote control on the table, and smashed it with a click.

If you don't succeed, you will be benevolent, Zhizhi didn't stop talking, and asked lightly, "Diderot, do you still remember the color of Michel's eyes?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"Just asking," Zhizhi lowered her eyes, "Her eyes are very beautiful."

Diderot remained silent, and said after a while: "Like Hull, it is emerald green."

Zhizhi stared at him for a while, then shook her head, "You really don't remember."

Diderot didn't know what tricks she was playing, but his brows frowned, "Why are you questioning me?"

"No, her eyes are cat's eye green between blue and green." Zhizhi shook her head and said seriously, "You probably never looked at her eyes seriously."

Diderot stood up suddenly, his expression was tinged with anger, he didn't say much, but asked repeatedly, "Why are you questioning me?"

"I saw pictures of Michelle."

"Du, bring me the photo!"

Diderot yelled in a low voice, bloodthirsty in his eyes, "Don't try to argue with me, although I don't hate your temper, it doesn't mean I won't kill you with a knife."

Du was staring at Diderot in a daze, and after a few seconds, he took out the photo of Cai Cai from the bookcase and handed it over.

When Diderot got the photo and lowered his eyes, his face suddenly sank. He stood in front of Zhizhi without saying a word. After a long time, he held the photo in his hand and glared at Zhizhi, "You are the first one who dares Playing with my woman."

"It's not that I'm tricking you, it's that you are willing to be fooled." Zhizhi raised his eyebrows and smiled sarcastically, "For Michelle... This excuse is useful, I think you can explain it well, this woman is in your mind To what extent has my memory faded!"

The tone is firm and the words are determined.

Diderot's face seemed to be covered with a layer of ashes, and his hand holding the photo trembled slightly. He stared at the woman who was tied to the corner of the table, motionless, with awe-inspiring eyes, and asked himself in a little disbelief—what happened? , who on earth is she!What does she know!She even just listened to everything about herself and Michelle!What right does she have to doubt his perseverance for Michelle for so many years...

Du Muran raised his head, glanced at Diderot and murmured, "Master, have you forgotten...the photo is black and white... how could there be other colors..."

Diderot frowned deeply, "Du, that's just a photo."

"It's just a black-and-white photo, and I just glanced at it. How could I know the color of Michelle's eyes? Just now, I was just talking nonsense." Zhizhi stared at Diderot, her tone aggravated, " But you didn't reject me directly, you hesitated, doubted, and didn't trust your shallow memory. You specifically ordered the photo to be confirmed to me, but you were also confirming to yourself. Diderot, you have even forgotten that the photo is Black and white, may I ask you, have you never looked at the wallet that you carry with you all these years?"

Diderot did not speak, knowingly aggressive, "If you want to use Michelle as an excuse to do things that seem to be angry and harmful to the world, then at least you should not remember her appearance clearly and firmly. What, Monsieur Diderot?"

Diderot's face became darker and darker, and he looked at Zhizhi threateningly, with a faint killing intent in his pupils.

There are advantages and disadvantages, and interesting things are always harmful. He should have thought of it earlier.

From the beginning, he should have killed her.

"Miss Song, please don't say such hurtful words to the young master. You don't understand the young master." Du explained from the side, and Zhizhimo smiled and said: "Mr. Du, you have been by his side for so many years. Are you sure you know him well?"

Du paused, glanced at Diderot, lowered his head, and remained silent.

He just treats the young master as the master, treats the young master as the boy who held an umbrella for a stray cat to protect him from the rain, and chooses to accompany the young master, that's all.

Diderot didn't speak at this time. When Zhizhi looked up again, he saw that he was looking at her with murderous intent, so he asked coldly: "I found out your secret, and you want to kill me?"

"Miss Song, I used to want you to stay by my side, but now I realize that I was wrong. You are not a woman who can stay by my side." He sat down slowly again, with lazy movements and light eyelids, "Smart Keeping a good woman by your side is for assistance, and keeping a too smart woman by your side is like breeding tigers for trouble.”

"The so-called things gather together and people are divided into groups. I am not of the same kind as you." Zhizhi didn't have any fear, and smiled proudly, "Besides, if you want to stay by my side, you need to improve not only your character, but also reinvent me." You must think about it! So, Mr. Diderot, regarding the matter of you wooing me to cooperate, four words can be summed up just right, wishful thinking, a fantasy."

(Thanks to Yeshen Xiaoyue, zxmhcit, 493552738 for presenting silent gold medals, and kissing Yuwei for presenting silent flowers^_^)