Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

If Mo Jingdeep is too busy for two days to fly here again, it doesn't matter if Seawarm and Fengling fly back to Haicheng themselves.

How come you don't even have a phone?

There was no news until midnight, and Seasonal Warm thought that Deep Mo was probably on a plane that flew back from abroad, only a little longer.

She couldn't wait for the phone, she couldn't wait for anyone, so she had to take a shower and go to bed.

The next morning, at 6: 00, Suddenly, Feng Ling's phone rang.

Seasonal Warm heard the phone ringing and suddenly sat up even though it wasn't her own phone ringing.

Feng Ling slept in the next room. She was already answering the phone when Seasonal Warm pushed the door in, but her face was a little serious when she answered the phone.

Normally, Feng Ling rarely has joy on the surface.

When the season warms up, I feel instinct-- something's wrong!

After accepting the call, Feng Ling dropped his phone and looked up at the warmth of the season standing in front of the room door.

“Mrs. Moore, how did you get up so early?” Feng Ling's eyes were set on her. After two seconds of silence, she asked calmly.

“I can't sleep. Come and see if I hear anything on your side.” Seasonal warmth walked in and opened the curtains for her, as if to ask, “Who called so early? ”

“Formerly a brother at base XI.” Feng Ling's eyes were hidden in the morning light after the curtains opened, and he looked at the time again: “President Mo should be temporarily unable to come. We now go directly to the airport and go back to Haicheng today. ”

Seasonal warm hands stood on the curtains, silent for a moment and turned to Fengling.

“Feng Ling, honestly, is something wrong? ”

Feng Ling did not answer and was lifted out of bed: “Have breakfast first, Mr. Mo told you, you must eat on time every day. Should we order a takeout or have Auntie come over to cook? Anyway, I can't cook, and I don't think you can eat anything that's cooked. ”

“Tell me the truth, no matter what happens, I shouldn't be the one being hidden.” Seasonwarm stared at Feng Ling's back, his voice was raised a little, and he didn't give her a chance to avoid it at all.

Feng Ling paused and turned around to look at the season warm: “Mrs. Mo, I'm sure Mr. Mo will definitely come back. All you have to do now is return to Haicheng safely. ”

“What happened to him? ”

When I heard the phrase, "I'm sure Mr. Mo will come back", the warm heart of the season sank.

Feng Ling would not easily say such a thing.

Knowing that Ji Wen's fundamentalist personality came up, Feng Ling looked at her for a moment. "Mr. Mo flew to Cambodia a few days ago. It hasn't been very peaceful lately. There are also some gangs involved that were lurking in the vicinity that tied up beams in the United States. Mr. Mo is currently disconnected from our people, unable to locate his location and signal. He only knows that a group of arms dealers from the border went there before the accident. I wonder if they ran into each other..."

Seasonal warm eyes calmly stared at Feng Ling. It took a long time to digest these words and repeatedly understood them in her heart.

“Have you ever tied Liang's gang in the United States? Mo Jingshen is a Mo family man with such a steady foundation, his entrepreneurial history has never been clean, and he doesn't need to go with black at all. There's a connection between the roads as a stepping stone. What was he doing in the United States? How did you end up in Cambodia? It's full of danger, panic, landmines everywhere, the whole world knows it! What's he doing there? ”

“Mrs. Mo, I'm sorry, but when Mr. Mo gets back, he answers you personally, and I can't say much.” Feng Ling replied softly: “But believe me, as you said, Mr. Mo has never been clean, he has no black history, but some things in the United States many years ago, the situation is a little complicated. Although he was not personally involved in the black, in the eyes of the competitors of those groups and the XI base, Mr. Mo's life is worth ten billion, they will not easily kill him, but if they really set up an ambush, they will not let him go...”

“So what do you mean he can't come back now...? ”

Feng Ling paused and looked at her: “Mr. Mo is missing, the base people have now gone to the emergency search and rescue, but at present, no one knows what happened to Mr. Mo, he has interrupted the signal before the accident...”

“What's all this about? Impossible. He said he was just on a business trip abroad.” Seasonal warmth suddenly turned back to the bedroom to pick up his phone and call Mo Jingshen.

“Sorry, your call is temporarily unavailable, please try again later -”

Seasonal warmth slightly frowned and continued to call other numbers deep in ink.

The work phone number, the private phone number, or the infrequently used phone number, all called again.

Shutdown or no connection, or not in the service area.

Seeing Ji Wen is still on the phone, Feng Ling walked up: “Our people have gone to find it, Mr. Mo will definitely be able to come back safely, Mrs. Mo, let's go back to Haicheng first, I will accompany you back. ”

Seasonal warmth worked hard to stabilize her mood and looked up at her: “He told me to wait for him to come back. He said that he would pick me up when he returned home. What Mo Jingshen promised would never go away. I stayed here to wait for him, maybe he's on a plane back home, maybe he's landed at T City Airport by now, I'll wait for him later. ”

Feng Ling tried to persuade her, but seeing the season warmth was obviously restraining all emotions. After all, he knew that he could not force her too tight at this time, so he said: "Okay, let's wait, I'll wait with you. ”

Seasonal Warm stopped talking and sat on the sofa holding her cell phone, but her eyes kept staring at the door.

Half an hour later, there was a sudden movement outside the door. Then came the sound of the doorbell. Ji Wenhe stood up and quickly walked to the door. As soon as he opened the door, he hung a liking on his face. As a result, he opened the door and saw that the person standing outside was a very strange middle-aged man.

“Miss, this is the breakfast takeout you just called.” The man smiled politely at her that year, handing her two bags in a lunchbox.

The warm expression of the season instantly stagnated.

Feng Ling quickly stepped out, took the takeover, paid again, and dragged the season warm back into the door, closing the door.

“This is the takeout I was just about to take, Mrs. Moe, you can wait here if you want, but you have to eat. ”

“I'm not hungry, you eat.” Seasonal warmth walks back to the couch and sits down.

“This is what Mr. Mo told you. You have to have breakfast. ”

“I'm not really hungry...”

“Mrs. Mo, if Mr. Mo finds out when he comes back that you haven't eaten well and fired me again in anger, then I'm unemployed. You know, I'm not going back to the United States. If I'm unemployed, it may be difficult to find a new job for a moment and a half for a female bodyguard in the country. ”