Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The helicopter did not fly as slowly and smoothly as the passenger plane on weekdays. At last, the season's warmth and intolerable pregnancy vomiting could not be suppressed. Even if there was a heart to question when Mojingdeep would escape with them, there was no way to ask.

Because after the helicopter flew, the season warm ran to the back to hold the toilet for half a day and threw up on her knees with soft hair, completely powerless.

She didn't eat much these days, but she insisted on eating as much as she could because she was pregnant and couldn't afford to lack nutrition, but she didn't eat much.

It can now be said that it has been eaten for a few days and is now vomited out.

She just wanted to throw up when that disgusting man pressed her down on the floor, until now.

“Mrs. Moore!” Feng Ling had found the spare medical kit on the helicopter and turned around to see Seasonal Warm lay still by the toilet, reaching out to help her.

Season Warm was powerless to be taken out by her. Sitting in the cabin, Feng Ling took another cushion behind her and let Season Warm lean against her: “Can you hold on? This helicopter is dedicated to picking you up. Send you out now. You'll be much better when you land. ”

“It's just puke. It's not like I'm sick.” Seasonal Warm leaned backwards, looking at her slightly with her eyes open: “The plane didn't have to send me out, I waited with you. You should do whatever you want with the base people, and I can do it alone. ”

Feng Ling looked at her and did not speak. She quickly put medicine on her back just by lifting Seasonal Warm's hand. As she applied medicine, she asked: "Is this burn? How did it burn like this? ”

“I deliberately asked them to send him a meal, and they set a fatal end to it, and it was the worst he could have done or not, so I spilled the whole pot of soup that was boiling on his hands to avoid letting him face the choice.” Seasonal warmth whispered.

Feng Ling was drugging her and frowned: “Perhaps you should just let Mr. Mo make his choice. He must have a way to keep it from you, but also protect himself. ”

After a moment of silence, Seasonal Warm said: "Indeed, if you throw this difficult question at him, he may have handled it very carefully, but I didn't think about it so much, so I used the dumbest method...”

“It's not a silly way, it's probably just a deep emotion, preferring to get yourself hurt and tired and not let each other suffer even a little bit, Mrs. Mo, you've done well.” Feng Ling said, while taking out the gauze to help Ji Wen wrap his hand wound around him: “Let's take care of this briefly. You are a little too serious, and you can't just take your medicine when you are pregnant. After you return safely, you can handle it properly. ”

Seasonal warmth lifted her eyes and looked at Feng Ling with gratitude: “Thank you. ”

The helicopter circled over the central point of the Meilin camp, never leaving and never dropping again. Seasonal warmth was so calm that she no longer felt particularly nauseated. After a moment of calm, she turned around and looked down at Feng Ling on the hatch, which had been open.

It was not very high, but it was also possible to see the confused people in the camp controlled by the police. It was just that Nan Heng and Mo Jing Deep were not seen, and Ajib and Dali were not seen, but her eyes suddenly glanced at the old woman who had fallen by the tent. The old woman could not move, she did not know whether she had fainted or had been shot with a random gun.

Seasonal warmth jumped for the first time, this old woman was with Ajib for many years. Although it was not clear whether she was the maid's babysitter or the family of Ajib, at least in the last few days, this old woman clothed her, helped her to wrap the wound on her hand, and protected her very well. But Seasonal warmth also knew that the old woman was unable to do her job because she was ill and could not cook, so she wanted to leave Seasonal warmth here to take over her “work”.

It may not have been a good idea, but after all, if it hadn't been for the occasional help of the old lady, Seasonal Warm would have been here by now. Humiliate, or face a more difficult situation.

“Feng Ling, have you seen the old man by the tent?” Seasonal warm opening.

Feng Ling looked down: “I see it. ”

“What's wrong with her? ”

“Dead, their own men shot indiscriminately and died at the gunpoint of their own men. ”

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Season Warm turned around and leaned back in the cabin, no longer looking down. After a moment of silence, he muttered: "If these people can still keep an entire corpse, please tell them to bury the old man properly. ”

Feng Ling didn't ask much, but turned to the white dress that was already dirty or even stained with a lot of blood on the warm body of the season, and guessed that it was probably the old woman.

“Okay.”

After a while, there was a disturbance downstairs. Now, no matter where the casualties were, there was no way to see it again. She lifted her hands and covered her tummy, sitting quietly there.

“Mrs. Moore, shall we go back? ”

“I'll wait here for him.” Seasonal warmth persists.

Flying to this altitude is already a very safe distance from the ground, this will not affect any of the parties below, so Feng Ling will respect the choice of seasonal warmth. If she insists on accompanying Mr. Mo here, Feng Ling will not force her too much. As long as Seasonal warmth's body can afford to eat, after all, this helicopter, with its hatch open, is really too torturous for pregnant women like Seasonal Warm.

Time does not know exactly how long has elapsed.

Seasonal Warm has been sitting in the cabin, her ears are the sound of a snoring propeller, but it gives her a great sense of security, she knows she has escaped from the camp almost ready to die, she knows that Mo Jingshen has rendezvous with Nanheng and they are in a much relaxed mood.

She tried not to listen to what was happening underneath the plane, and even if she heard something, she could only think of it as a movie watching a war movie, otherwise she would have a real nightmare in the face of this bloodbath.

Until she fell asleep like this, time went by, the sun went from east to center, from center to west, and suddenly she felt a slight bump in the plane.

Seasonal warmth opened his eyes and the moment he turned his head, he heard Feng Ling say: “Mrs. Mo, we are now landing. ”

“Mmm.” The season warmed up.

The cabin door didn't know when to close, so no wonder she slept so much.

At this point, Feng Ling suddenly opened the cabin door and heard her say, “Mr. Mo is back. ”

Seasonal Warm was leaning on the inside position, suddenly stagnated, turned his eyes and looked at the cabin door, stood up and jumped over, and the moment it just passed, Feng Ling had not had time to hold her, the black figure who had just come up from the outside suddenly hugged her full of...