Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

[161 Fierce women have a more textured bite (plus more)]

After An Yan cleaned up, he patted Zhizhi's shoulder, "It's fine, and the recovery is good, let's go see the stone."

Song Xiaozhi happily buttoned up his clothes, got up and walked towards the stone room——

"But Xiaozhi, do the things on your neck...need special treatment?" An Yi couldn't help laughing, and teased, "Also, on your collarbone, waist, shoulders, legs, and wrists On... those bite marks should be dealt with properly!"

Zhizhi is like being dropped by a heavy missile, and her soul is disgraced and annihilated in this world, leaving her body.

"Need not!"

"Speaking of which, what bit you?"

Zhizhi looked at An Yi who was still pretending to be stupid knowing what was going on, and gritted his teeth angrily, "By an unknown creature."

An Yi raised an eyebrow, "Creature?"

The young master was originally called a creature...

"Ah—!" Bai Qingcheng suddenly screamed and jumped up, "Creature? Alien? Monster? Mutant? You, you, you...you were bitten by something?"

"Fuck, Bai Qingcheng, I convince you!"

Song Xiaozhi couldn't help swearing, stepped into the stone house with big strides, and slammed the door——

Bai Qingcheng's cute and beautiful face was wronged again, her usual arrogance was gone, she turned her head to look at An Yi with a pitiful expression, "I asked because I was worried about everyone's safety, she is too fierce, Scary to death..."

An Yi sighed, "Otherwise, why would the unknown object only bite her and not us! A fierce woman's bite is more textured!"

Bai Qingcheng suddenly realized, and still ran to the corner to pick up the disinfectant and broom mop, "I'd better clean this room to be safer."

This house is too dangerous and terrifying, not only haunted but also with unknown objects, the most terrifying thing is Song Xiaozhi, that fierce and perverted woman.

An Yi smiled and nodded.

The cell phone next to the teacup suddenly turned on, and when she opened it, her pretty cheeks immediately overflowed with panic of hatred——

"game over!"

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Song Xiaozhi entered Song Xiaotou's room and saw that he was still sleeping soundly, so he walked lightly, walked slowly to the edge of the bed and sat down, touched his forehead with the back of his hand, and felt the normal temperature which was not too hot Only then did she let go of her hands, and breathed a sigh of relief.

But when her hand left, she felt that her hand was grabbed by a warmth...

"Father... ground..."

A faint sound came from the mouth of the sleeping little man on the bed, although there was only one sound and it was so weak, Zhizhi could hear it clearly.

She lowered her eyes and saw Shi Shi holding her little hand tightly, and her heart felt like a knife.

She can give the stone ten times or twenty times the love, and she can work hard for the stone, but she can never stop a child from longing for his father's heart.

Stone is only eight years old, he is just an eight-year-old child.

Song Xiaozhi held his hand, put it on his lips and kissed it, with guilt in his eyes, "Stone, Mommy is not responsible enough for you, I'm sorry..."

Shi Shi slowly let go of Zhizhi's hand, turned over, leaned on the pillow and continued to sleep.

Zhizhi got up and straightened the quilt for him, turned her head, saw half-read books about weapons lying on the head of the bed, and shook her head silently.

This child's earnest and love-to-learn character really doesn't look like her at all...

She picked up the book and was about to put it on the desk, but the moment she picked it up, a photo fell out of the gap in the book and fell to the ground.

Zhizhi picked up the photo, turned it over, her body shook suddenly, and she couldn't move even if she stood in the same place.

This is a picture of a man.

This man is from the Nangong family.

This Nangong family... is Nangong Mo.

She closed the book, put it on the table, turned around and leaned against the desk to stare at the stone, feeling guilty...

"Shitou, I'm sorry...it turns out that Mommy never knew how you really felt."

Song Xiaozhi put the photo in his pocket, walked out of the room...

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The wound on Song Xiaozhi's body healed very quickly. In just a few weeks, it was time to remove the stitches. In the laboratory, An Yi did the final treatment for her and removed the bandage.

Zhizhi saw that the scar on her left chest in the mirror was faintly pink, the old scar had fallen off, and new pink flesh had grown, and she couldn't help frowning. Constantly injured.

"The new medicine has just been applied. You go to the hospital bed and lie down. I'll check the situation later."

An Yi asked a few words, and walked out of the room.

Zhizhi, wearing a white anti-infection suit, walked to the hospital bed and lay down. As soon as he lay down, he saw the doorknob move, two squeaks sounded, and two slender legs stepped forward.

Looking up along the two long legs, she saw the stinky man who had just passed her not long ago that she wished to cut into pieces.

She stared, snorted coldly, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

The footsteps gradually approached, and Nangongjue stood in front of her, silent for a while.

Zhizhi thought that she would at least hear the cold and warm greetings, but before she could escape, she felt the lace-up hospital gown being ripped open, and a chill hit her chest.

She opened her eyes, and saw Nangong Jue staring at her chest meticulously with downcast eyes, her face was calm, as if she was looking at radishes in the vegetable market.

"When will you be able to see enough?" She said coldly, "When you have seen enough, tie my clothes."

Nangong Jue glanced at her, hummed lightly, pulled up the belt around her waist, tied it up for her, and sat down along the edge of the bed, "Miss Song, about that night..."

"Nothing happened that night," she said bluntly, playing tricks, "Even if something happened, I don't remember it, just pretend it didn't happen."

Nangong Jue frowned, "Why, Miss Song's gunshot wound has healed, but her head is stupid?"

Knowing and hating the silence...

To talk back is to admit that you remember having sex with him, and not to talk back is to admit that you are stupid.

Damn, does this dead man want to be so smart at cursing people?

(Thanks to Ms. Qin Shi for giving Momo’s red envelopes, and Qin Huanhuan 7510 for giving Momo’s gold medals. This chapter is an update for all those who gave Momo’s gifts and gold medals today. Today’s update is complete, and we will continue tomorrow^_^)