Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Nan Heng's eyes directly removed from Feng Ling's face, turning his eyes to sweep the warmth of the season.

Seasonal Warm has always known that Nan Heng is an unimpressive man, an arms dealer in the mixed American monuments, and there is such a powerful XI base behind him. He is afraid that the power in his hands is not at all known to ordinary people, it is really unpredictable.

But Nan Heng is usually only good at playing games on the skin of his mouth for so long. For the first time, Seasonal Warm saw him not wearing a shirt and pants, but wearing the same black suit as Fengling. This black suit is very uniform. It looks like it should be equipment from XI base. He is still cold and handsome, and because of this kind of black, he added a lot of cold mystery.

“What are you doing here?” Nan Heng Jun Mei provoked coldly.

“Ink view deep here.” Seasonal warmth looked straight at him and his tone was calm.

Nan Heng glanced at her for a moment and glanced at Feng Ling again: “It's not easy to get on a plane under your nose. ”

Feng Ling: “…”

Obviously there is some amusing digging, but Feng Ling can't smile with a cold expression.

“In this way, in terms of bravery, Season Warm is definitely not as good as you, but in terms of intelligence, I think Season Warm may be slightly better than you. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

Feng Ling: “…”

The brothers who came with Nan Heng: “…”

In this world, only Boss Nan Heng dared to derogate Feng Ling so much. You should know that Feng Ling has fought many battles in the base for so many years. Many raids and tasks rely on Feng Ling's agile mind and decisiveness to complete quickly.

Speaking of intelligence, Feng Ling stayed on the base for so many years and was never found to be a woman. The one who had the most contact with her was the one who was the dumbest, right?

Feng Ling turned his face coldly and did not look at Nanheng. There was no wave of voice: “I asked AK to send Mrs. Mo home. ”

“When people come, how can they send them back? She landed in Haicheng today and will find a way to fly over in the morning. I'm afraid the disappearance will be more than just Mo Jing Deep.” Nanheng calmly said: “Which one is more savvy when she tries to avoid our sight and stay in Cambodia and stand before us safely and securely? ”

Feng Lingmeiyu: “But it's too dangerous here. ”

“Before she flew in, she knew better than you that she faced many unknown dangers, not children, but the ability to accept and shoulder the choices she made herself. What are you worried about?” Nanheng said, his eyes faintly glanced at the warmth of the season: “We don't have much time, go back to Haicheng or stay, I'll give you one last choice. ”

“I'll stay.” The season is warm without hesitation.

Feng Ling frowned: “But Mrs. Mo, you're pregnant! ”

Hearing the word pregnancy, Nan Heng suddenly glanced at the warmth of the season and looked at her stomach again.

Seasonal warmth lifted its hands on its flat belly and the tone was gentle: “I will protect myself. ”

“Yes…”

Nan Heng raised his hand and told Feng Ling to shut up. Then he looked at the time and told the other brothers and Feng Ling to go first. Finally, he looked at Season Warm and said seriously: “Season Warm, are you afraid of dying? ”

Seasonal warmth looked into his eyes: "Not afraid. ”

Afraid of dying?

How can a person who has already died be afraid to die?

If it were someone else, the eyes might still flash when answering these two words, but the warm eyes of the season firmly let Nam Heng squint his eyes, finally humming, picking up a cigarette and putting it in his mouth, half squinting his eyes with the cigarette and turning his head: “Follow me. ”

Go ahead, turn around and go.

No one in this kind of place will take care of Seasonal Warm's physical condition and feelings. There is no Miss Qianjin here. Without Mrs. Homen, she can keep up with everyone's footsteps. If she can't keep up, roll back to Haicheng herself. Even if Nan Heng doesn't say that, Seasonal Warm understands what he means.

She didn't say anything. Just keep up.

……

Nanheng had been stationed one day and one night near Lake Lisa in the Cambodian cave, and Feng Ling, as the most mature member of the base, was bound to participate in the operation, so he suddenly left Haicheng and flew straight to Cambodia.

When Season Warm got out of their car, he saw a large warehouse temporarily rented here by the people at their base and a bullet-proof shed built outside, so that Season Warm finally understood what Feng Ling meant by not being a world to her.

A man who lives in a world of peace, the most heard, is Base XI, which is related to Fengling, and knows some trafficking. Arms have never been involved.

At this moment, however, when Seasonal Warm saw that almost everyone had a gun in their waist, and everyone was seriously wearing a uniform in black, Seasonal Warm's heart suddenly raised a harsh mention.

“The warehouse has been divided into compartments, allowing Feng Ling to take you in for a rest.” Nan Heng left her alone with a simple statement about the warmth of the season.

As the two walked inside, the person next to them looked at the season warm with a gaze from time to time. There really seemed to be no woman among these people except Feng Ling, and when they saw a woman appearing, their eyes were obviously surprised.

“This is Mr. Mo's wife, Seasonal Warm.” Feng Ling briefly introduced the sentence in front of those who were passing by with guns.

In a flash, they looked at the warmth of the season and changed their gaze from surprise to respect. They nodded kindly at her and pointed to the inside: “The third room in there is the cleanest. ”

Seasonal Warm found that these people seemed to have a different respect for Ink View.

“What is the relationship between Mo Jingshen and you?” Seasonal warmth came into the temporarily accommodated room and asked.

Having already arrived here, Feng Ling also knew that Ji Wen would know. After a moment of silence, he whispered: “Needless to say, Nanheng's identity is behind the US underground arms business. Although Mr. Mo was not involved in the underground arms business, he had tried to save Nanheng's life at the most critical juncture, not only to keep Nanheng and his confidential arms channels, but also to save the lives of all of our XI bases. Simply put, Mr. Mo was the American underground army at the time. Behind-the-scenes manipulators of the fire-trade community, who hold the secrets behind these arms dealers, and who overwhelm the enemy once and for all with decisions and judgement beyond their control, are the most trusted and respected of all of us, as well as those whom the enemy hated the most. So the other day, I said, Mr. Moore's head, in the eyes of those people, is worth ten billion dollars. ”

Seasonal warmth wonders: “Why have I never found these? ”

“Because Mr. Mo was not personally involved in the dark, he was only helping us in the past few years, he was always a pure Mo family, and he didn't really need to be involved. The black way to open the way to business is just that Mr. Mo's brain is too hateful for those people. After all, Mr. Mo can lose billions or even risk being surrounded by the police overnight by any decision he makes, because a large part of the U.S. police force is connected to Mr. Mo. So this trip to Cambodia should be a timely, obviously deliberate, attempt to set up a heavy ambush for Mr. Mo, even blocking the signal. And that's why they're so cautious because the person they're targeting is Mr. Mo. ”

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Good night ~