Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Just helped Mo Jingdeep to handle the head wound, the hatch door opened again, Feng Ling was about to walk in, but first saw Mo Jingdeep the black shirt was thrown aside.

She paused and took a decisive step backwards, not going in, and said outside: "Mr. Mo, this time U.S. police officer Nte is looking for you. ”

Season Warm is busy pressing him and doesn't want him to go out if he gets hurt like this.

Mo Jingdeep pressed her hand on his shoulder and patted it like a soothing pat, while he said to the outside: “I know. ”

After that, he turned to look at the warmth of the season: “Officer Nte once had a relationship with me, this time he could fly from the United States to Cambodia, it couldn't be just simple rescue, he had his interests, let's talk, you rest here, Feng Ling accompanied you. ”

Seasonal warm hands left him: “Where to talk? ”

“Not far from here, the people in the heart of the camp are under control and surrounded by base personnel and police, very safe, just to talk about something on paper, no knives, no guns, come back soon, hmm?” He pinched her face.

It took him a long time to get back to himself, and as a result there were so many follow-up questions that he needed to come forward.

You can't rest like this.

Seasonal warmth didn't want to, but he still couldn't drag him, nodding his head: “Okay. ”

Ink deep picked up the bloodstained black shirt. Seasonal warmth was about to say that the shirt was full of blood, but there was no other clothes to wear here at the moment, and the words choked again.

Fortunately, the shirt is black, and if you don't know, you won't notice blood on it.

Mo Jing snapped a few buttons at random, and he didn't seem to have changed much except for a shallow rubbish and slightly pale chin. He was all wounded, but he wasn't lumpy.

In contrast, the white gauze dress looks miserable when warmed up in the season.

Seeing the man walk out the hatch door, the season warm heeled past, without stepping out, he was blocked by the seal outside.

“Mrs. Mo, rest inside, don't come out.” Feng Ling said.

The warm eyes of the season were not far away. In the middle of the camp, she had walked back and forth for two days, covered in blood, and the people in those groups were lying there covered in blood.

The nausea in her stomach came back, and she turned around and sat down in the cabin.

She's not fit to go out.

Domestically, in Haicheng, in and... For the first time, people who have lived in the club for too many years have faced such moves. Seeing blood all over the floor and shells blown up in different models, she feared she would have two years of nightmares in a row.

Feng Ling was very diligent to stay outside. After a few words with the people outside the helicopter, he entered the cabin again.

“Not sleeping?” Seasonal warmth kept his eyes open, Feng Ling asked.

“I fell asleep a few hours ago when there was a shooting going on down here, and I slept for a few hours, and now I'm not worried.” Seasonal warmth leaned against the wall of the cabin and said with emotion: “Feng Ling, I feel like I've been watching a movie for the past few days...”

Feng Ling smiled softly: “Can you still see the wound on your full hand watching the movie? ”

“At least we survived, didn't we? At least Mo Jing Deep is safe.” The warmth of the season turned to her.

“That's true, the tasks I've done at the base over the years, I've seen too many lives and deaths, and people's lives are more important than anything else. Whether it's an unexpected experience or a quiet life, it's a cloud of smoke. Perhaps, as you said, some things just go by, which is a movie of life.” Feng Ling smiled.

Seasonal warmth glanced at her again: “Is it over? The last time you took contraceptives in T-shirt, you said you could get past it? ”

“Think of it as not happening.” Feng Ling suddenly put up his face again.

After a few days in a row, Seasonal Warm didn't dare to laugh. Now she laughed directly and looked at her with a twisted head: “I wonder how you and Nam Heng actually got here. They used to be brothers. What was this all about? ”

Feng Lingshi had no expression on his face: “He is also a brother now. ”

“Really?” Seasonal warmed his lips: “What makes me think that you treat him like a brother and he treats you like a woman? ”

“Mrs. Moore, did you just get your hands on water?” Feng Ling suddenly looked at her and shifted the subject.

“Hmm?” Season Warm saw Feng Ling suddenly take the medicine box.

“Why don't I disinfect you again? ”

“... Forget it, it hurts.” Seasonal warmth put your hands directly behind your back.

I feel that Feng Ling is not so calm or even grumpy every time he encounters topics related to Nam Heng.

Forget it, I still don't want to stab her heart. My husband doesn't honestly rest here with her at this time. She doesn't care about her own man. There's no energy to worry about Feng Ling.

But then again, if Mojing is like an ancient tree in the heavens deeply rooted in the dirt, you can always protect her from the wind and rain, then Nanheng may be like the wind, this kind of man is not only the same deep unpredictable, but also distant touching difficult, with the nature of sealing, if you really take it seriously, you do not know what it will be like to be bullied.

So it's better for Feng Ling to keep up with her.

……

After about two hours, it was already dark. Feng Ling went to fetch some dry bread and mineral water to warm the season first.

But the season was warm, and even though the cabin door was closed, she could still smell the bloody smell outside.

Besides, Mo Jing hasn't eaten or drank in so many days, he probably hasn't eaten yet, so how can she eat?

Seeing that Season Warm had dry bread in her hand, but was constantly looking at the gauze on her hand, Feng Ling knew that her heart needed some sedimentation time. After all, the experience of these days should make her remember for life.

Feng Ling did not speak, opened the door and got off the plane, went outside to check on the wounds of the other brothers in the base.

Until the dark surrounding forest made a noise of the night's exclusive insects, the ink scene finally came back.

Mojing went deep into the hatch and saw the intact bread in Season Warm's hand and the mineral water that had not been opened and asked her: "Why not eat it? ”

Hearing his voice, Seasonal Warm turned back and rose and lifted two things in his hand in his direction: “Here you go. ”

Mo Jing stared deeply at her and smiled slowly. He walked over and hugged the little woman who was expecting him to eat in her arms: “I've had water in the afternoon, I've had some simple food, and I'm not hungry now. ”

“But you haven't eaten in days. Is that enough for you? Is your strength holding up?” Seasonal warmth can't bear to think that he won't eat or drink these days. It hurts every time he smokes.