Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mo Jing heard this deeply, meaning he took a deep look at her. Seasonal warmth put away the heart that was almost coming out of his eyes, and turned around and walked out quickly with his clothes.

By the way, I went to the base doctor who had just left me free and asked him to disinfect Ink Jing-Shen's injuries.

The base doctor had just come from the more serious wounded, and was about to come and see Mr. Mo. When he saw Mrs. Mo coming out, he nodded his head at the warmth of the season and went straight inside.

“Has this been bathed, changed clothes, and seen his man return safely, refreshed? Even walking is like floating.” A voice came from outside the door, cold and faint, with a slight tone.

Seasonal warmth looked at her and saw her standing in front of the door with the cigarette. Nan Heng took the cigarette off her mouth and looked at her with cold eyes.

“I've been feeling nervous for days, and this just relaxed a little bit. Can't it make people float?” She laughs.

Nan Heng chuckled: “My T-shirt is new, I haven't worn it yet, should your man be fit? ”

“It fits, you're both 188 tall.” The warmth of the season responded casually.

“Just fit.” Nanheng glanced at her again: “But only you and Feng Ling are women in this base. Feng Ling is a little taller than you. She also has only base uniforms for battle. You are not suitable to wear. You can only buy this dress to cope with. ”

Seasonal warmth pulled off the skirt: “I am also very good in this dress. I rarely wear such a loose long skirt, it is quite ethnic. ”

“I didn't realize before that Miss Ji is now truly crossing the line of casuality. It is really 18,000 miles apart from what she used to look like. The last few days have been even more obvious. ”

This Nan Heng really has nothing to do with it, so I just want to say something to her.

Seasonal warmth got used to it. She just laughed. She didn't say much. She was about to take out the black shirt in her arms. Nan Heng glanced at it and said, "Are you going to wash this? ”

“Yeah. ”

“It's all blood. There's a lot of damage in the back. You can't wear it if you wash it. What else? ”

“You can wash it and take it home and keep it as a souvenir. ”

Nan Heng smiled and looked at her like a psychopath: "To commemorate what? To commemorate your man and your symbiosis? Or commemorate the bloodshed of this shithole? ”

That's really disgusting...

Season Warm left her mouth and hesitated. Otherwise, throw away the shirt. Suddenly Nan Heng looked at her like he remembered something. “You didn't tell him about washing our socks? ”

“No...”

Seasonal warmth has not yet fallen, suddenly the deep voice of Ink Jing is heard behind him: “What socks wash? ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

Nanheng: “…”

Nan Heng squinted his eyes and smoked, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped out and said, "Ajib and Daly are still in the dense forest, there has always been a team of people around to protect them, the hidden position should be the ambush point they had set up long before they went in, just wait for us to pass. But they didn't make it through the night. Tomorrow morning, Officer Nte and I will go back inside and check to see if they've been blown up by the minefield. You take care of the injuries. ”

Mo Jingdeep hasn't spoken yet. Seasonal warmth turned his eyes and looked at him: "Didn't the base doctor just go in? Why did the wound come out without treatment? ”

“The doctor is dispensing the medicine and will be back for it in five minutes.” Ink looked at her deeply and glanced at the shirt in her hand again: “Throw it away. ”

Seasonal warmth also thinks that this clothing is not only deep in ink, but also the blood of those people...

Thinking that almost all of those people had lost their lives now, she simply threw away her clothes in a cold and decisive manner.

Nan Heng suddenly snapped: “I told you to throw it away, you didn't throw it, and you said to keep it as a souvenir. Your man just threw it away three words, so you threw it away? ”

“Yeah, why else would it be my man?” The season warmed him up and looked at Ink's depth with a smile.

Ink's deep look remained the same, but he was obviously in a good mood because of the warmth of the season, with his lips slightly raised.

Nanheng Peel doesn't laugh: “You're the way to stuffed dog food. I really doubt anyone can live peacefully with you. ”

“Yes, Feng Ling is very calm and peaceful.” The season is warm and not cold enough to take a look at him: “And no matter how much I love him, Feng Ling's heart doesn't fluctuate, and even seems completely uninterested in things like love and men. ”

Nanheng: “……"

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On that night, Seasonal Warm could finally sleep beside Mo Jing again, but he still died in his sleep holding his palms until the sun came up, and his fingers became loose because he slept too heavily.

After a few days of wind waves, seasonal warming is quite sensitive here, but it's only because of the deep ink that you can finally sleep safely.

But she was still afraid that if something happened, he would suddenly disappear in front of her.

I slept all night and everything was fine.

Early in the morning, the season warm turned upside down. In this warehouse compartment, everyone was asleep, and the conditions would not be so good. It was too hot, no windows, no air conditioning, only a small fan was on the ground, and the bed sheets were blown back and forth.

Her hands were a little cold, she didn't touch the depth of the ink scene, and the season warmed up and suddenly opened her eyes and looked beside her. He wasn't there.

Seasonal warmed her head and rushed out of the bed, but because the compartment was too small, the fans were too close, and she tripped to the wire at the bottom of her feet, and the whole person directly hit the ground. Luckily, her hands were fast and she pressed down on the side of the bed, without falling too hard, but her knees were just kneeling heavily on the ground.

The fan stopped because the wire was kicked down, stopped working and fell to the ground.

Seasonal warm knee painful "chirping”, holding onto the bed along to stand up, the compartment door suddenly pushed open.

Mo Jing, who heard the voice and walked straight back, saw the season warm on his half knee and came directly to lift her whole person: “How did you fall? Not paying attention to the wires on the ground? ”

Seeing that he was all right, Season Warm forgot the pain on his knee and took a long breath: “I thought you were not here...”

She paused and looked at the wires on the ground, holding her lips and said: "Next time I'll notice, I won't be so furious anymore. ”

Knowing that she was still a little afraid, Mo Jingdeep did not poke through her brave armor, pulled up her hand and looked at the place where she had been bandaged: “Remember to change the medicine today, it has not been good to wrap it in this tropical area, ask the base doctor to pay more attention, don't ignore your hand injury. ”

“Got it. I don't care about the burns. I'll go back to the base doctor when I have time.” Seasonal warmth put his hands down, but he still put them in his arms, reluctant to back off, reluctant to stay away.