Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

There was blood on the couch, and the season was warm and people sat on the couch with blood.

Her hands had been scratched, her eyes bruised, her hands filled with blood were dead, her fruit knife and bottle in her hand had been codified, she had tried her best to block anyone from approaching her. Her clothes were ragged and she could barely see the way they were, but she had not revealed anything that should not have been revealed. It was obvious that it had not been easily taken advantage of.

Seasonal warmth is like a face of dirt, his eyes are not clear enough, but his hands are resolutely held high. Whoever dares to approach him will stab him, even if he has defended himself as a wounded hand, he will never let go of the knife in his hand.

“Shit, bitch!” A change of stab wound. Dynamic man hasn't noticed the movement in front of the door. If he curses, he has to go forward and clean her up.

Mo Jing's deep eyes sank, and the bodyguard who broke in through the door instantly rushed up to force the two men to hold down, kicked them to the ground without mercy, stomped them to death with his feet, leaving no room for struggle.

“Ah...” The screams burst.

Seasonal warming, as if she hadn't noticed the change before her, was like a female warrior in an assault line, holding a weapon that belonged to her in each hand, alert to everything around her, even if she couldn't stand up, but insisted on sitting upright, never falling down.

Mo Jing looked deeply at her and walked over.

She was indeed on the disadvantaged side, but the two strong men had obviously not benefited, and each had been injured.

“President Mo!” Shen Moo is busy trying to stop: “Miss Ji doesn't seem to be awake right now. If you come this close, you may get hurt, otherwise let the bodyguard first...”

Mo Jingdeep did not speak, did not pause at all, walked forward and stepped on the back of one of the hands on the ground.

Suddenly, the man's hand heard a cracking of the back of his hand, accompanied by a tragic scream, and stepped on to the other hand.

Until he was about to be close to Season Warm, Mo Jing did not return to his mouth, and the tone was cold: “Scrap the hands of both of them. ”

As soon as the voice went down, there was a sudden sound behind him, and then a broken finger and wrist sounded. The gruesome cry broke the air, and people's hearts followed by three vibrations...

He also looked at the still alert season warm and loosened his collar not too slowly.

Shen Moo can see that this is… really touched the bottom line.

“Everyone who shows up at the banquet tonight, stay with me! ”

“Yes!”

Shen Moo turned to the bodyguard and forced the two half-dead men out of the room.

After that, Shenmu looked at Mo Jing Deep and looked at the seasonal warmth with the knife and bottle. Although she was worried that Mo would not use too much force against her in order not to hurt the seasonal warmth, think carefully that such a panicked seasonal warmth should not easily hurt him. After all, there was no rule to her actions right now.

After Shen Moo ordered the scene to be cleared, he withdrew from the compartment and quickly closed the door.

The room is quiet and the ink is so deep that the season is warm.

Her eyes were silent and empty, she had almost no focal length, and she looked at her elongated figure without expression.

“Seasonal warmth.” Mo Jing called her name softly.

She was stiff, her hands on the knife tightened a bit, and her eyes cautioned loudly: “Don't come over...”

Mo Jingdeep walked over.

Feeling his proximity, Seasonal Warm panicked and moved to the couch. Mo Jing deeply grabbed her wrist while she was distracted for a moment. When she instantly saw the fierce light of the knife to stab her, her hands only slightly one force, so that the knife and bottle in her hand instantly landed, and when she panicked and struggled, she fell down and held her directly into her arms.

“It's all right now, don't be afraid...” He snapped behind her head, touching the heat of the fire on her.

Seasonal warmth was pressed into his arms, and he did not move again.

“Honey, nothing happened, you didn't lose anything, everything was fine.” He held her, his low soothing voice resting on her ears, his gentle and patient kiss on her earlobes, like a silent consolation: “Baby, you're brave today, I'm back, don't be afraid, huh? ”

Seasonal warmth and tightness gradually softened, the helplessness leaned in his arms, and tears that had not dared to shed instantly overflowed.

She lay on his shoulder, and the man leaned in his arms, holding on to the black trench coat behind him, choking: “They... didn't touch me...”

“I know." Mo Jing twisted her brow in deep pain and held her tighter, as if to rub a person directly into her body.

“They didn't touch me...”

Perhaps she was still not completely awake in fear and whispered again, holding her hand tightly into a fist.

Mojing looked down at her deeply, seeing her eyes filled with tears, even more trembling, biting her lower lip dead, biting her lip to the point of whitening, as if trying to keep her sensible, hiding her fragility in fear.

He raised his hand and wiped away the bloodstains on her face through her tears.

Luckily, it's not her blood.

Seasonal Warm is a girl who will not easily shed tears no matter what happens. Neither she once was or her temperament changed dramatically, she is not a person who likes to cry, but now she is suddenly choking on her instincts and tears continue to fall.

No need for surveillance, just from her current reactions, you can see what kind of emotion she just went through.

“It's all right.” He helped her wipe her tears, took off her coat and put it on her, and held her up: “Let's go back, I'll stay with you, no more crying, good boy. ”

Seasonwarm's body was too hot and unusual. Ink's dark eyes were dark and cold. She was about to leave. Seasonwarm buried her face in her neck helplessly. She shivered with a mute voice: "After being put down by something like that... what would happen if... there was no relationship with a man...”

He looked down at the little woman in her arms, flushed with medication, and his hands intensified somewhat between her waists: "So what are you going to do? Hmm?”

The season was warm and frowned, his hot body snuggled tightly in his arms, and the sound of the sand sticking to his ear: “Can you... give me some ice water... I'm so hot, I want to drink ice water...”

“Right away.” It was really hard to see her, Mo Jing hugging her out of the box.

Shen Moo looked back at the scene outside the door and immediately walked over: “President Mo, do you want to take our car back or...”

“Go get a glass of ice water. ”

Shen Moo's voice fell down his throat, nodded his head and immediately asked someone to take it.

Seasonal warmth and nightmare shrunk deep into Ink's arms. His head rubbed unconsciously around his neck, his voice was mute and helpless: “So sad... which one of these drugs has changed? State invented...”