Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

[164 100 million per hour]

Zhizhi leaned against the window, always indifferent, and refused, "Please Assistant An tell the president, I don't like the front row."

An Yan paused, then hesitated and said, "The young master said, Miss Song, if you don't sit over, he will sit over."

As soon as these words came out, An Yi, Bai Qingcheng, and Xiao Shitou all looked at her with expressions of repelling the enemy, and said in unison, "Go and sit in the front row."

The air pressure here is low, if another cold man comes to cool down, wouldn't they freeze to death?

Song Xiaozhi got up resentfully, strode to Nangongjue, and sat beside him, but he couldn't help but said, "Young Master, I'm not sitting here because I want to do this, nor because I'm afraid of your threats. It's because you're unpopular."

Upon hearing the words, Young Master Nangong cast his cold eyes back...

The people in the back row immediately staggered and closed their eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He turned around and snorted coldly, "Really, why didn't I see it?"

Zhizhi then looked back and gritted his teeth immediately.

Damn, her unique skill of pretending to be dead, all these people plagiarized!

She squinted at Nangong Jue, "What do you want me to do?"

"I didn't have a good rest last night." He pinched the bridge of his nose, his face was tired, "I need you."

Zhizhi was at a loss, "Then you sleep..."

What did she ask her to do? She didn't appreciate his bad habit of sleeping.

Nangong Jue pressed the button beside him, and the two chairs reclined until they were flat. On the top of the head, there was also something protruding like a pillow. Looking from a distance, Yanran was a small double bed.

He stretched out his arms and hugged her naturally, holding her in his arms like usual, and leaned against the pillow together...

Miss Song really felt that she was really a tranquilizing medicine, or else it was a comfortable pillow for home use, or else, how could this man fall asleep with her in his arms without caring about his face in public?

"When will you wake up?" She looked at his waist in her hands, "One million for an hour."

Young Master Nangong became irritable.

This woman came again, and she always tried every means to refuse his intimate contact with her, even bargaining, but she couldn't allow herself to suffer a little bit.

He sneered, "I'll sleep as long as I'm happy."

"Then..." She thought for a moment, "150 million per hour."

Nangong Jue closed his eyes and ignored her, with an expression that you can afford even 1000 million yuan.

Zhizhi looked at his arrogant appearance, raised his wrist, and pressed the timer on the watch...

Go to sleep, go to sleep, the cold-faced ice cube man, she, Song Xiaozhi, has never joked about money.

◆qian◇mo◆mo◆◆◇Original release◇◆

At the end of the long journey, the plane landed near the Andes Mountains in Peru. This is the land known as the lost city of the Inca Empire. Machu Picchu is an ancient city surrounded by danger with cliffs on both sides.

The nearly [-]-hour journey made all the members on the plane drowsy. Song Xiaozhi felt the plane descend and opened her dim eyes. She saw that Nangong Jue had already got up and went to the cockpit to give orders. Then he turned around and lay down on the window looking down——

The cliff is steep, and under the cliff is the Urubamba River that flows day and night. The ancient city surrounded by the cliff and the ancient river is composed of more than 200 ruins of buildings. The rapids of the river are rushing and roaring, and the huge granite rocks of the ancient city are full of aura, standing gracefully and proudly on thousands of feet.

The plane landed on a flat ground, and the whirlwind rang through the quiet and uninhabited area, buzzing and shaking many frightened tropical birds away.

Song Xiaozhi sat up, walked towards the back row, woke up Shitou and others, and got off the plane together.

Nangong Jue took Nangong Yu and An Yan off the plane, followed by three or five subordinates.

Since this time it was just looking for ore and not digging, so not many people were put on.

"Stone, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Song Xiaozhi bent down worriedly to look at Shitou's face, "Do you have a headache, flustered, shortness of breath?"

Shitou shook his head, "Mommy, you forgot, the BOSS forced us to go above 6000 meters of Mount Everest when training us, and the altitude here is only over 2000 meters. It's fine."

Miss Song remembered the history of blood and tears being trained by the BOSS, and patted Shi Shi on the shoulder, "Shi Shi, don't mention the matter of us being abused together in those years."

An Yi took out the medicine box from the plane and said, "I brought first aid medicine, just tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"vomit……"

A female voice retching came from the side, looking around, I saw Bai Qingcheng leaning against a tree, looking at Zhizhi with a pale face, "Oops, I have all the symptoms you mentioned, do I have some terminal illness?" gone?"

Song Xiaozhi nodded, "Yes, it is very likely that I won't survive tonight."

With a swipe, Bai Qingcheng's face was as pale as snow.

"Miss Song, don't scare Miss Bai." An Yan came over, knelt down and looked at Bai Qingcheng worriedly, "It's okay, it's just ordinary altitude sickness, and I just didn't get used to it at first."

Bai Qingcheng moved with difficulty, "Really?"

"An Yan won't lie, especially to you, Miss Bai." An Yi grinned, and took out some medicine from the box, "Take it first, it will make you feel better."

Bai Qingcheng took the medicine and leaned against a tree to rest after taking it.

Even though she was weak, she still asked Shitou worriedly, "Shitou, does your father live here, won't he be in pain?"

Everyone petrified.

How far is this chick off-line? Everyone came here with the attitude of life and death.

Who was this innocent child cheated by?

Love reminder:

All the place names that appear in the future are all for reference. The cemetery and various plot settings in it have nothing to do with reality and history.I also like children's shoes that are strict about the age or history. If you see any inconsistencies, please ignore me. For children's shoes that you really can't stand, please don't attack and shoot me. Silently just want to write about the adventures of a group of lovely people lightly. Just a love story.Most importantly, there are more today... ^_^