Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

【355 A Moment of Warmth】

Zhizhi smiled, "Do you think Mummy should forgive you?"

"Okay, Mommy will share the money you win."

Shitou is very good, knowing that he is very satisfied, he let go of his nose and said, "Hey, don't be too late to play games with the cheetahs and goshawks tonight, remember to go to bed early, tomorrow Mommy will take you around London, the day after tomorrow to participate The cat's wedding, killed Jack the day after tomorrow, and then we both fled with the money."

Those who know current affairs are Junjie, and Shitou obediently said, "Good mommy."

According to the usual plot, shouldn't Mommy and Daddy get married in the century after everything is over, then give birth to a younger sister for him, and then have a happy ending?

The gross ending is absconding with money, not romantic at all, not bloody at all!

Shitou went to play with Goshawk, sweating all over the ground...

Zhizhi got up, and from the window, he could see that the Nangong family was very guarded outside the door. He also saw the hands of other members of the alliance besides them. , just left the chair and went upstairs.

Downstairs, singing and dancing is peaceful, while upstairs is tense.

When Zhizhi stepped on the carpet and stood in front of the study door, she could hear the conversation between An Yan and Nangong Jue in the silence.

"Head, Diderot may not be able to determine, but the exact location of the Second Young Master has been found out here. If I really let MZ do nothing like this, I'm afraid I'm helping the evildoers."

Nangong never spoke.

"Master, all kinds of evidence are conclusive. I think Miss Song will understand about the Second Young Master..."

When Zhizhi heard this, he opened the study door and walked in.

"I said it back then, leave it to me to investigate," she said firmly, "Then I will be responsible to the end."

Nangong gave her a desperate look, and she understood, Shen Yuxiang asked, "How many troops do you want?"

This is the meaning of agreeing to hand over the affairs of Nangong Mo and the MZ organization to her.

At this moment, his trust in himself made Zhizhi feel warm in his heart... A thought suddenly popped up in his mind that she was already a member of the Nangong family.

"Give me all the information about MZ in London," Zhizhi ordered in an orderly manner, "location, fortification location, nearby terrain, and manpower situation."

An Yan walked to the computer and opened the map of London to mark the GPS detection situation, "This is a few scattered locations and their fortified locations. There are breakthrough points in manpower and firepower. As for the main base of the MZ, the location has been roughly determined. .”

Zhizhi printed out the map, held it tightly in his hand, nodded and smiled: "I will confirm everything before tomorrow night, decide whether to attack, and make a solution."

Choose time, don't procrastinate, the sooner the better.

Seeing Nangong Jue nodding, An Yan smiled and said, "Okay, I will try my best to help Miss Song."

With a sound of knowing, An Yan went out, and Nangong Jue also interrogated the intelligence, meticulously, and didn't talk to her too much.

Not to mention whether it was because of Nangong Mo that caused his silence, but Zhizhi stood in the study holding the map for a while, and seeing that he had nothing to say to her, she took a deep breath and sighed silently, turned around and went out the door.

Turning around and about to take a step, a force behind her waist suddenly grabbed her waist, a generous and noble palm was held on her waist, and she pulled it back easily, Zhizhi unexpectedly moved to her. After staggering a few steps, he fell on Nangongjue's lap sitting on the chair——

The young master's skills are too good, otherwise how could the angle be so accurate?

She was about to get up, Nangong Jue put his left arm around her waist to keep her from moving.

But he didn't speak, his eyes were still on the documents on the desk, and he was writing and drawing on the map with a pen in his right hand.

"Are you going to keep me or drive me away?" Zhizhi complained dissatisfied, "I'm going back to my room to read the materials and make plans."

Nangong Juewen paused and looked down at her, "Miss Song needs to change your short temper."

"If you can get rid of the habit of hugging me, then I will consider it."

Zhizhi replied with a smile, and he whispered two words in a low voice, "Dream."

"The state officials are only allowed to set fires and not allow the common people to light lamps," Zhizhi snorted, "I told you to let me go, I'm very busy, and I don't have time to waste time with you."

He gave her a cold look, "Why, the news of Nangong Mo is so important to you?"

acid!acid!Very sour!

Men often do unreasonable things when they are jealous, and her man obviously did the same.

Zhizhi laughed out loud, looked at him and didn't speak.

Is this the unfeeling and indifferent Young Master Nangong in the rumors - this performance, I am really sorry for the rumors.

Seeing her smile, he felt more embarrassed. He turned his head away, picked up the thing on the table that he had been writing and drawing, and handed it to her, "Take it."

"what?"

Knowing that he was puzzled, he was stunned after taking a look.

Intelligence summary, combat route, best infiltration method, and the most important manpower deployment and distribution plan.

It turned out that he had been writing and drawing all the time to get these things for her, and he did not hesitate to write down the annotations himself to make her more concise and clear.

The corner of her mouth moved, and she couldn't help but look up at Nangong Jue's face——

But he took out a few old and dated books with a calm face and looked through them, without any special expressions or words.

At this second, Zhizhi wanted to say a lot in his chest, but he couldn't say anything.

She held the blueprints, leaned against his chest, listened to his steady chest beat, raised her arms around his waist——

Nangong Jue paused, looked down, and saw that Zhizhi had thrown a stack of thick things on the table, nestled in his arms and closed his eyes lazily, so he didn't speak, and continued to work with his arms around her.

Being hugged comfortably by him, Zhi knew: "If you don't let me go, I'm going to sleep here on my stomach."

"Yeah." He answered with one word, but didn't let it go.

Hearing his chest tremble, Zhizhi smiled silently and whispered: "It's a pity that your muscles are hard, and it's not soft enough to sleep in your arms."

The young master glared angrily and was about to speak, but felt that Miss Song hugged him even tighter, "Forget it... Who wants you to be my man."

After talking for a few minutes, she really closed her eyes and fell asleep.