Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

[199 multiple choice questions]

There was a wind blowing up Nangong Mo's temples, and Zhizhi took a look at it. The strange thing was that he was very white and clean behind his ears, but there was no imprint of the DG number.

Miss Song inevitably had more doubts in her heart.

If you have been to the Doug Institute, no matter who you are, even researchers, you will have a number printed behind your ears, but why doesn't Nangong Mo have one?

She stared at his ear, thinking in her heart, did she just have a memory dream, and the man she opened her eyes saw was this man, so she confused the dream with reality... In fact, the boy was not at all. Nangong Mo...

Seeing her staring at him, Nangong Mo bowed his head and asked softly, "What's the matter, are you looking at me with such strange eyes?"

Zhizhi quickly retracted her gaze, and said nonsense, "Ah, it's the second young master. Your ears are so perfect and beautiful. There is a kind of beauty that surpasses Diao Chan, pissed Xi Shi to death, and drove Daji crazy. I was fascinated by it."

Nangong Mo touched his ears impatiently, "I will thank you, Zhizhi, for my ears."

Zhizhi chuckled and shrank back into the bed like a turtle.

He obviously heard her talking to herself just now, and he answered the words: "Before, I left Rose Garden for three years due to business, and was rented there by a special person for three years. Later, when I went back , she is no longer here, but what is special is that she has dyed my bedroom with this smell."

Zhizhi froze for a moment, and pursed her thin lips.

He looked at her with deep meaning, and continued to say quietly: "In my closet are her clothes, on my desk are many graffiti written and drawn by her, and in my bathroom are all her customary items. My bed is littered with pajamas with pictures of boys in hats..."

"That's my favorite One Piece nightdress!" She whispered to herself in a low voice that only she could hear.

Nangong Mo said with a smile: "But the strange thing is, when I went back and saw everything, I didn't find it abrupt, and I didn't have any thoughts of changing it, so I continued those existences. The smell on my body came from the seemingly cheap bottle. , the shower gel that makes people forget the smell after using it, I have used it for eight years for no reason, and it hasn't changed until now..."

He stared at her, and suddenly changed his tone, "I always wonder what kind of girl she is..."

Zhizhi raised her long eyelashes and glanced at him, but still said nothing.

"The most important thing is that there seems to be a word Zhi in her name." Shen Mou stared at her, Nangong Mo's tone was like wind and jade, "Zhizhi, do you think she will be the same girl as you?"

Her heart was struggling, and a voice was shouting——

Admit, do not admit?

A huge multiple-choice question was laid out in front of her, which made her at a loss.

There is nothing wrong with Nangong Mo, he can give Xiao Shitou all the paternal love, and she also believes that he can be a perfect father competently, but...

The words that rushed to her lips were always pulled by a force, pulled into the depths of her heart, and stopped her thoughts.

At this time, the name that popped into my mind was the undoubted Nangong Jue.

What it meant to tell the truth, she knew.

No matter what happens between her and Nangong Mo, he will definitely be deeply involved in the life between her and Shi Shi.

This is not a simple question, but one that deserves deep thought and careful consideration.

What's more, beside her, there is a big president who can't do anything by herself.

Nangongjue is a man who makes people hate and love him at the same time.

If she hated him all before, but now, she can no longer tell whether she loves him more or hates him more.

Since you still can't tell the difference, don't admit it impulsively.

"I think……"

Miss Song took a deep breath, and said seriously to Nangong Mo, "Second Young Master, you are probably suffering from paranoia, go back and check your head quickly."

Nangong Mo was not angry, but smiled instead.

He stared at her for a long while, his dark eyes lit up with warmth, "Zhizhi, I don't like to force others, so there are some things that I still hope to be said by Zhizhi yourself."

Is he declaring to her that the stone is his son?

Zhizhi's face turned from nervous pale to reddish, she turned her face away in embarrassment, her heart twisted into a hemp ball and continued to struggle...

"We still have to fly to Italy in a while, you should rest."

Nangong Mo made a faint sound and stood up.

He is really a very considerate man, he doesn't force or persecute, and he gives others a step down appropriately.

Zhizhi closed her eyes and stopped talking.

Nangong Mo straightened the quilt for her, poured another glass of water and put it on the bedside, stood by the bed and looked at her, his voice was soft but clear, "Zhizhi, if you want, just tell me; if you don't, just tell me." Keep silent; I will try not to do anything to disturb your life, I just want you and Shitou to have a better life. No matter what...you just know that there is always someone waiting for you here."

Song Xiaozhi unconsciously clenched his hands under the quilt, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, but they still didn't open.

She didn't open her eyes until the sound of closing the door sounded, and let out a big sigh of relief.

Turning over, looking up at the ceiling above her head, she was in a daze.

Do you want to ask Shitou for this father?

Even more tangled.

Thinking of this, my thoughts began to wander.

Nangong Jue, who was caressing her hair and indifferently saying the word "rest assured" to her when they were parting, suddenly appeared in her mind.

A big doubt emerged in my heart.

Since Nangong Mo said that he heard the news that he was in danger in Nangong Villa.

Then, Nangong Jue has no reason not to know, but why, when he heard the news of his danger, he never showed up, and there was no news at all?

Regarding Young Master Nangong's character, she found that she had thought of many reasons but couldn't stand it.

In the end, he sighed impatiently: "Song Xiaozhi, do you have a sense of dependence on Nangong Jue or a sense of trust? Do you want to be so worthless?"

She felt that it must be the fault of the man she said in the ancient tomb.

Otherwise, why am I so crazily thinking about Nangong Jue all the time?

She rubbed her head, unable to hide her irritability, closed her eyes, and decided to continue sleeping.