Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

At night, the usual is an inescapable delivery.

This time, Season Warm couldn't avoid the robbery by burning his hand. Agib called Darry to follow her from morning to night. The only thing Season Warm could do was to observe Darry's habit.

No wonder Ajib trusts Daly, who drinks at lunch and at night every day, doesn't drink too much, doesn't take a nap, doesn't drunk and doesn't give anyone any chance of escape.

The old woman had helped Seasonal Warm to reprocess the gauze on her hand for a while, but it was still unprofessional, and the burns on the back of Seasonal Warm's hand mixed with the color of herbal grey, it looked even more miserable, fortunately the white gauze was wrapped around it, otherwise she couldn't even watch it herself.

Seasonal warmth just appeared in a wooden house with deep ink scenery. He saw a man sitting next to the wall during the day. He was standing in front of the window, just leaning back against the wooden window sill, glancing coldly at her who had just walked into the door.

And she stood up, and it seemed that the water she forcibly fed him in the morning still had a little effect, at least he didn't really dehydrate completely.

Darry and the group were standing outside watching as usual.

Seasonal warmth went in silently with a wooden tray, then took out the two bowls inside, then looked deep into the ink and told him to eat with his eyes.

Mo Jingdeep stood there, just looking at her.

His eyes were a kind of light black, his eyes were cold and bright, and when Darry's eyes stared dead at the warmth of the season, Ink's eyes were deep and dark with dangerous warnings.

Season Warm probably understood. He told her to be honest and not try to rescue him here again, let alone make any suspicious move.

He's telling her to protect herself first.

Seasonal warmth looked calmly at the food on the table, picked up the chopsticks and bowl and walked towards him.

Mo Jing looked at her deeply and didn't move.

Ji Wen thought that if she hadn't been caught here before, she might be able to wait for the best rescue time at Feng Ling and Nan Heng's.

Now that she is already in the mood and a grasshopper completely on the rope with him, her first priority is not to protect herself, but to feed him.

It's been going on for four days. If she doesn't eat or drink like this, her child will have no father.

Ink's eyes are getting colder and colder as the bowl approaches at the warm end of the season.

Ji Wen knew about the death between the two of them. He was wrong to eat and not to eat this meal, but if it was forcibly fed in, then at least it could be counted. After all, Mo Jingdeep's strength should be no match for her now. She really wants to force-feed, he can't stop it, and Dali doesn't look strange.

She put a bite of rice in her mouth with chopsticks, and the man still stood silently, as he did in the morning drinking water.

Ji Wen tried to compare several gestures against him. In fact, the one she drew was also shown to Dali. She said deeply to Mo Jing that if he did not eat, she would be killed. She again put her hands together to ask him to eat.

Mo Jing looked at her deeply cold and suddenly smiled. He sat down with a chair in the wooden room. After sitting down, he also remained silent.

If this large room seemed to be playing an extreme silent drama, it would be silent, but it would hide countless flashes, and if it was bad, it would kill people.

Seawarm ate a bite of her own meal, chewed it in her mouth, and then opened her mouth like a real dumb "ah” for a second, like telling him that the meal was clean, she made it herself, and it wasn't poisonous.

Deep in the ink, sitting on the wooden chair, he raised his hand and was about to knock over the other bowl on the table next to him, but suddenly he was caught by a very weak force.

On his side, Seasonal Warm's burnt hands had tightly dragged his crotch, some hard.

He shifted his gaze up cold and looked at her.

The season warmed her lips and carefully guarded the bowl from being knocked over. Seeing this situation was truly stubborn, she heard Daly and the group laughing like they were out there in Cambodian, and from time to time she could hear some sarcastic laughter.

They have guns in their hands, they have the power to live and kill here, and they can watch outside like they're watching a buzz.

The warmth of the season and the depth of the ink landscape are here to be on the line of life and death. A little carelessness is nothing more.

How do we get this done?

How do you make a man feel reasonable and soft enough to eat?

Seasonal warmth suddenly lowered the bowl in his hand, kneeling slowly in the deep, faint look of the ink.

The man sat on the chair, watching her suddenly kneel figure, calm black eyes if nothing jumped, but only for a moment, still look at her with no expression, but hands under the angle no one can see, holding the armrest beside the chair, the longer the five fingers, the tighter the bone festival, the whiter the eyebrows, but the slightest difference between the emotions can not be seen.

Seasonal warmth is crying, begging and kneeling. Dali looks perfectly happy outside. Seeing Mo Jingdeep doesn't make any move to eat. It seems that this captured woman really has nothing to do with him. She may not even really be Chinese. After all, if she is a compatriot, maybe he can have some secrets.

In this way, Mo Jingshen is not only persevering, but his heart can also be harsh. Such a beautiful and poor woman cannot let him shake.

Seeing him remained motionless, Daly simply walked in and put the gun directly on Seasonal Warm's head. Seasonal Warm knelt down and didn't dare move.

Da pointed the gun at the warm forehead of the season and smiled in English and said, "Mr. Control really won't eat? That doesn't seem to help. You hate her so much, I'll just end her in front of you. How about that? ”

Mojing smiled deeply and with a cold eye, the tone was not at all concerned: “Really? ”

Daly directly snapped the tablet, his eyes swept deep into Mo Jing's always faint expression, and asked him, “Kill or not? ”

Mojing's deep eyes dripped. He didn't even look at the season once again. His face was cold and he had no expression: “Then kill him. ”

Rumor has it, Dalí squinted his eyes.

Seasonal warmth sat stiff on her knees, and the mouth of the black hole was pointing at her forehead.

She didn't move, Darry didn't move, and the man in the wooden chair didn't even lift his eyelids.

There's a few seconds of silence in the house.

Suddenly, the corner of Darry's mouth bent and he laughed down. Suddenly, he took the gun and put it back in his waist: “Mr. Control really doesn't understand Xiangxiaoyu, such a white and beautiful woman can't touch you. ”

Darry suddenly leaned down again, his fingers not very clean grabbed Seasonal Warm's chin: “It's useless, if Grandma didn't have the strength of her hands and feet recently to need you to help cook, you wouldn't even live today. ”