Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

【351 When I first met】

An Yi hesitated for a while, looked at the spoon, opened her lips, and swallowed the porridge with her own tears...

"How does it taste?" Ye Ran asked.

An Yi didn't speak, but nodded.

In fact, she couldn't taste it, only felt it was very bitter.

When he saw her nodding, her eyes overflowed with joy, and her face was filled with elation and joy...

His baby didn't refuse or despise, it was a pioneering work for him!

"You used to make it for me. From now on, I decided to make it for you every day." He smiled, "Oh, and don't you like reading novels? I'll order someone to buy it right away. Tell me everything."

"No need," she softly refused, "just give me the medical book."

He couldn't help but hooked his head and kissed her, and said with a smile, "It's so nice when you're good, baby."

An Yi turned her head slightly to avoid it, lowered her eyes and said: "I want to stay alone for a while."

Ye Ran hurriedly packed up her things and was about to go out. When she reached the door, she saw Ah Fan still lying on the edge of An Yi's bed and said angrily, "Ah Fan, don't lie on my woman's bed, come here!"

Ah Fan looked back and forth, screamed and jumped into An Yi's arms, curled up into a ball and began to sleep.

Ye Ran was even more angry, and walked over with a dark face to take it away.

An Yi looked up at him, then lay down silently holding Ah Fan, and closed her eyes.

He stood by the bed, looked at her holding it, and sighed, "Even Ah Fan is more important than me, right?"

The words fell, there was no answer, the silence was like death...

Ye Ran sighed again, and walked out.

With the sound of closing the door, An Yi opened her eyes. She stroked the soft and warm down on Ah Fan's body. After a long while, she said to herself: "A Fan, thank you for always being with him for me all these years... "

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The defense lines on all sides of Nangong Island were restored, and a group of manpower and cadres were left behind, led by Master Nangong to guard. The rest of the elite soldiers all boarded private fighter jets and flew towards London, England.

Zhizhi and Shitou are sitting next to each other, Nangongjue is sitting opposite them, Xiaoshitou is playing with an assembly gun beside Zhizhi, Nangongjue is reviewing documents, Zhizhi turns to look out the window, all three are silent.

The reason was some information materials and photos sent by An Yan before boarding the plane.

There may be several addresses in Jack's headquarters.

There is also Nangong Mo, who was photographed in several places in London, England. He is standing in front of a cafe, with Han Ze and Ji Yu standing behind him, talking to them with his head tilted, with a cigarette in his right fingertip...

In her memory, Nangong Mo didn't seem to smoke.

Zhizhi stared at the photo for a long while, and then heard An Yan say, "Jack has recently started to mass-produce weapons. According to reliable sources, [-]% of the funding comes from MZ. If you guessed right, MZ and Jack have already It's collusion."

When An Yan finished saying this, Shitou and Nangongjue looked at her meaningfully at the same time. She didn't say anything or show any expression. She walked straight into the plane, yawned and leaned against the window until Now, I don't want to talk.

The thin wind floats outside the window, and the flowing clouds relax.

Thinking about that photo, she inexplicably remembered the first time she met Nangong Mo in Daoge many years ago.

During the time of letting the wind go, she leaned against a tree and was bored, and she felt an appreciative gaze shot from above her head with interest, and she looked up.

At that glance, he didn't hide his gaze, and the two looked at each other.

The fireworks could not reach his peerless, and his brilliance was hard to describe his demeanor. She looked at him for a few seconds, then silently lowered her head.

The surface is cold, but the heart is cramped.

Secretly ask myself in my heart——

In this world, how can there be such a good-looking man? Why is such a good-looking man looking at himself?

Looking up again, he smiled at her, such a beautiful arc, placed on his god-like face, just right, she looked at him, got up, gestured to him with the middle finger, and left...

If it wasn't for that glance, without that finger, maybe they wouldn't be in a deadlock like this now.

Zhizhi sighed silently, his eyes inevitably melancholy, but when he moved his right hand, he felt a layer of scalding heat on the cold back of his hand...

She looked up and saw that the person opposite was still staring at the document, without looking up, without any indication, and without any intention of making eye contact with her.

Zhizhi stared at the two hands that were clasped, and wanted to withdraw his right hand when he moved, but he punched her hard, holding her small pale hand in his palm, not allowing her to move.

Zhi Zhi Wu Nai smiled, the sadness in his eyes dissipated, leaving only warmth.

To be honest, she likes the heart-shattering warmth of such a man's palm.

For her, it was just right.

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It was already evening when they arrived in London. After the plane landed, Zhizhi and Nangong Jue got off the plane. The people An Yan had arranged in advance came to greet them. They got into the same car with An Yan and Shitou, while Zhizhi and Nangong Jue got off the plane. They got into the back seat of the leader's car together.

The car traveled all the way to the Thames, Tower Bridge, Palace of Westminster and other attractions before finally driving into an old London villa.

Zhizhi understood that such a itinerary was just to alleviate her unhappiness when she heard the news about MZ, so she didn't stop her.

After all, from the plane all the way to the present, they still said a word seriously.

She has done everything that should be done, said all that should be said, even put on the ring, and she hesitated and hesitated during the wedding, but whenever the word Nangong Mo appeared between the two of them, it would always become An awkward silence.

Her stomach growled suddenly, and she turned to look at Nangong Jue, still staring at the things in her hand, as if she had no intention of stopping.

The night has darkened.

She stretched out her right hand and tugged at the corner of Nangong Jue's clothes, and said in a low voice, "Hungry and sleepy..."

Nangong Jue stared at her, raised his head and told the driver, "Go to the villa."

Zhizhi held her chin and asked curiously, "Master, when are you going to let go of my hand?"

His eyes moved, and his voice was calm, "Wait until you don't want others."

(Thank you dear, I am Xiaolu for giving the silent gold medal, dear css5723143 for the silent flowers, and dear Zhutou Lin for the silent gift ^_^ Today's update is over, because I went to play with friends at night, and the dear ones in the early morning also waited ha……)