Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

[140 want to be on the sofa or in the bedroom]

Nangongjue threw away the book in her hand, stopped her slender waist with two long arms, pulled her arms, and lifted Zhizhi into her arms, drawing a beautiful arc, and sat down as the young master's favorite Standard posture.

He looked down at her, "How is your recovery?"

Zhizhi looked at his expressionless face, his eyes glistening with fire, lowered his head, covered his chest, and pretended to be flat on his face, "The wound still hurts, it hurts when you touch it, even when you sleep at night. I will wake up from the pain unconsciously, very sad...it may take a long time to recover..."

"Miss Song", Nangong Jue narrowed his eyes, "Your lying skills are still extremely poor."

President Nangong has become a detective again, and he can judge the authenticity of her words at a glance.

His eyes fell, she lowered her head, followed by looking, her face suddenly turned blue and red.

It turned out that the CEO's hand had never moved away from her chest, and she, who claimed that it would hurt if she touched it lightly, didn't feel it.

"President, your hand is directly proportional to your character, and they complement each other very well."

With a livid face and a sarcastic face, she hid back.

He snorted softly, held her back body, and began to unbutton the shirt on her chest with two fingers...

Zhizhi raised her hand to block it, but he opened it.

She froze for a moment and reminded, "I am a patient."

As soon as you arrive, you start to attack the beast, Nangong Jue, how hungry and thirsty you are!

"An Yi said it's time to change your dressing on your chest," he said, continuing to unbutton her, "Let me change it for you."

Knowing half ashamed and half angry, "I won't change it, I will change it tomorrow."

"why?"

"I don't want you to change it for me."

"No."

"I have a heart attack, and your technique of dressing is so poor, what if I die in your hands!"

Her words made him stop, Nangong Jue's eyes fell on her face, and he said flatly: "I will only let you live, not let you die."

After that, he unbuttoned a row of her shirt and looked down at the injury on her chest.

Zhizhi couldn't wear underwear because of the bandages, and under the pressure of the bandages, her plump and round half-curves were exposed to Nangong Jue with infinite beauty.

He asked in a low voice, "Miss Song, do you want to be on the sofa or in the bedroom?"

"bedroom."

After answering, Song Xiaozhi blushed.

Damn, why is it so like the dialogue before the H plot in an A movie?

Nangong Jue picked her up, picked up the medicine box for changing the medicine in one hand, and walked towards the bedroom with big strides——

Zhizhi noticed that when Nangong Jue was hugging her, he deliberately kept her injured chest away from his strong chest, which made room for her pain, and she was a little moved.

Entering the bedroom, he closed the door with his foot, put Zhizhiping on the bed, opened the medicine box, and laid out bottles of medicine, "Miss Song, order."

Song Xiaozhi arranged several bottles of medicine to be applied one by one, and Nangong Jue began to remove the bandage on her chest...

Taking off the shirt, the bandages fell off in circles, revealing Zhizhi's round and smooth pearl shoulders, the exquisite and embossed figure can be seen at a glance, the perfect and attractive silhouette on the chest is not wave--wave-turbulent-turbulent, But it is also difficult to grasp with one hand, and the two slender white lotus arms exposed by Luo make her look as thin as a willow waist.

Strictly speaking, Song Xiaozhi is not considered a top-notch beauty, and compared to her plump figure, she is a bit thin, but every inch of her skin and every smile can arouse young master Nangong's reverie just right.

His breathing became visibly heavy.

Song Xiaozhi subconsciously went to cover his chest, but he held his hand.

Raising her head and meeting his burning eyes, she pursed her dry lips and whispered a reminder: "President, do you understand that my injury is very serious?"

"I don't have the habit of bullying the weak," he replied coldly, with a very indifferent and confident tone, "I won't do anything to you."

"Sounds good..." Zhizhi muttered in a low voice, but still lay down flat.

It's really nice to say.

The yu flames in Young Master Nangong's eyes burned more and more intensely, and there was also hot air flowing in his abdomen, and his throat began to dry up inexplicably. He turned his head, picked up a glass of cold water and poured it down his throat to cool down his mind.

Knowing that her upper body was bare and her bandages were off, she watched the young master Nangong drink a glass of water expressionlessly, drank another glass of water, turned her head to look at her, and still drank a glass of water...

"President, my wound is about to dry, if you can't, please call An Yi over," she kindly reminded her for her own health.

"Shut up!" The CEO showed a rare frustrated look, "I can't do it?"

Song Xiaozhi saw Nangongjue's stinky fart and childishness for the first time!

Nangongjue began to rub the medicine on her left chest. After rubbing it one after another, he picked up the bandage and began to wrap it around. When the pink bud (interval) bud on the right chest was about to be covered, he stopped for a while.

Zhizhi looked at him suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

As if punishing her for being so calm, he lowered his head and engulfed her chest protrusion.

The scorching breath spit out on her white tenderness, the tip of her tongue turned twice at the tip, and sucked heavily.

"Ah..." Zhizhi trembled unexpectedly, unexpectedly.

When she raised his hand to hit her, he had already loosened his lips, picked up the bandage and continued to wrap it, expressionless.

After tying the best knot, he looked up and saw her staring at him fiercely, neither moving nor speaking.

Nangongjue stood up, snorted softly: "Miss Song, please put on your clothes, otherwise I will think you are seducing me."

Zhizhi clearly knew that Young Master Nangong not only has zero character, but even the level of shamelessness has surpassed the limit of human tolerance!

She pulled up the clothes and slowly put them on. The clothes stretched from the crisp waist to the collarbone, and from the collarbone to the fragrant shoulders, slowly covering the beautiful jade-like body. The buttons were hooked up with her fingertips, and the buttons were slowly closed one by one. .

An enchanting style, spontaneously.

Song Xiaozhi raised his lips and smiled lightly, "President, please look away, or I will think you are evil in my heart."

Nangong gave this woman who refused to admit defeat a cold look, turned around and walked out of the bedroom with big strides.

(Seeing the title, do you think it's crooked... Dear ones, are you evil haha? Thank you 1113627893 for giving me a silent gift, huh~)