Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The paramedics inside saw him walking in, all turning to the man with a strong temper.

The ink depth is still the clothes of the arrival, and the shirt is stained with some seasonal blood on its head, but it is not a wolf.

Seeing this cold and unplugged man, he also saw that Junmei's face was cold and serene. The medical staff of the whole clinic feared such a clear and cold look. After all, he had sent people in for more than ten minutes, and so far no one had been able to help Miss Ji with the wound.

“First, sir... Miss Ji won't let us touch...” a doctor said: “Her mood is unstable, we fear that if we force her to touch, it will put too much strain and irritation on her heart... look at this...”

Ink stared deeply at the season surrounded by a few people, with thin lips and long legs, walking straight past.

As we approached, the season warmth still curled helplessly there, without lifting a head.

He has never seen the warmth of the season.

The season warmth he saw was cheerful and bright. Although his personality changed a few months ago, he was still the same as she was. He only had more reason and more goals in his life. He remained as confident and bright as ever.

He had never seen her as pale as a piece of paper, or as frightened as she was of the whole world.

Even she shrugged there, her body trembled constantly, her eyes dared not look at anyone, her hands resting on her mouth, dead biting her fingers, like there was something that made her heart unbearable and irritating, constantly disturbing her mind.

Mo Jing leaned down deeply and held her from the corner of the clinic bed, stroking her back, whispering warmly: “You have a wound, you need to see a doctor, behave yourself, we will go back once you have handled the wound. ”

When she heard the deep voice of Ink, Seasonal Warm slowly raised her head. Her face could not be hidden with a similar expression of shock, but because she saw the man next to her was Ink, she did not resist his contact, but her eyes were still full of guard.

The doctor saw her honestly and tried to clean her head with alcohol cotton while she was being held by the gentleman.

And before she touched her hand, she heard a woman's low indifference: "Don't touch me! ”

Doctor: "…”

Sure, except for this gentleman, she's really not allowed to touch her.

It has to be too much excitement and how much trust and reliance it has on this gentleman to make him the only one special.

Seeing the warmth of the season was really afraid of someone else's touch, he stroked his hand over her head and said softly, “Is there anything wrong with you? ”

Seasonal warmth shook his head.

“Headaches?” He asked low.

She still shook her head, but when his hand touched the wound on her head, she was still sore and frowned.

Mo Jingdeep didn't say much, the eye showed the doctor to put everything that could be used to treat the wound on the shelf at his hand, and then hand-washed Season Warm's forehead and blood flowing to his cheek, then rubbed around her wound, and saw that her wound was not very deep, just a layer of wound hit by the pebble wall on the surface, no need to stitch, he took the alcohol wool to continue wiping her.

Though the wound was not deep, the wound was not small. Seasonal warmth was irritated by the stinging pain when alcohol cotton was applied to the wound. However, when Ink Jing looked at her with deep concern, she died biting her lip silently, enduring pain and motionless.

“Don't bite yourself.” Ink took a clean gauze deep and folded it into a thick cube and placed it next to her mouth, continuing to disinfect her wound as the gauze was bitten by the warmth of the season.

The warmth of the season really didn't hurt, but her paler face revealed how much it hurt.

Ultimately, Ink Jing deeply affixed her wound to the medical gauze, touched her hair adhering to the sweat, tied her hair to the back of her brain with a rubber band borrowed from the woman doctor, and then came back to the ice bag to help her swollen half face cold.

After all this, Ji Wen leaned back in his arms and still refused to allow anyone else to touch her. After repeatedly asking her if she was uncomfortable and making sure she had no other questions, Mo Jingshen took her directly out of the hospital.

After returning to the apartment, Seasonal Warm quickly fell asleep. It was just a nightmare. She woke up once in less than five minutes. Even if Mo Jingdeep kept holding her to sleep, she still woke up constantly. Each time she woke up, she had to stare at the lights in the room for a long time. It seemed like she was determining where she was, until she gradually reassured herself that she was safe, before closing her eyes again, she woke up again soon after.

Repeatedly, she slept a little longer until dawn, but still in her sleep, holding her hands tight against Ink's deep shirt cuffs, like she was afraid he would leave, leaving her alone.

Silence in the morning.

Mo Jingdeep's phone shook by the bed. He looked at his eyes and rarely slept in his arms for more than half an hour. He reached for the phone, glanced at it and picked it up.

Apparently, the other party did not expect him to answer the phone, so many times over the years have been ignored, but this time, he answered.

“Depth of view.” The phone rang a pleasant voice: “I'm sorry about Snowy, she's...”

“After that courier incident, I warned you, don't move the season warm. Think of my words as sidewinds?” Men's voices have chills that penetrate their hearts, and the cold temperatures seem to have lowered the indoor air.

The woman on the other side of the phone was about to ask, but she heard him indifferently: "Since you and anyone in the Su family have given up my last tolerance to you, after today you will know what happened to me. ”

Before they could say another word, the phone had been hung up indifferently.

Mo Jingdeep threw his phone on the table and turned to see the season warm in his sleep and started frowning again, his anxious hands tightly codified his cuffs, like being chased by some horrible person in the dream, like there was no escape, the whole person slept beside him tightly.

The man's hand avoided the wound on her head and caressed over her head. After a few minutes of soothing, the warm body of the season gradually relaxed. His face was placed in his arms and his eyebrows slowly spread.

If it was just something that happened in the basement of the bar tonight that irritated her, it would be normal for her to feel unstable, but in all her manifestations, the irritation was not pure.

When she vented in the basement to stab the man with a knife, a pair of red eyes seemed to see something else through him, and her madness at the time was not just a mere vent, the kind of hatred and fear that was not easy.