Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“Mr. Moore, we're sending you right back. The base doctor is waiting.” Feng Ling walked over quickly and was just about to help Season Warm help him.

Seasonal warmth has steadily stabilized. She looked down at him and said clearly: “Mo Jingshen, if you dare, I will remarry with the child in my belly and ask your child to call someone else's father! ”

Feng Ling: “…” suddenly feels like it's not a good idea to reach over and help.

The man who fell on the warmth of the season suddenly laughed, leaning on her shoulder socket and laughing dumbly, so weak that he could barely speak with his breath, but still full of threats: “How dare you? ”

“If anything happens to you, I dare to remarry. Try not to believe you!” Seasonwarm endured the acidity on his nose, hugged him hard, and gave Feng Ling another look, together with Feng Ling, held Mojing deep into the helicopter.

“I'll call someone and send you back. We'll fix this up.” Feng Ling and Ji Wen sat deep inside and then quickly walked out.

Season Warm saw the blood on Mo Jing's body. He was about to lift his clothes open and look, but the man grabbed his hand and pulled him down.

Mojing sat deeply in a soft chair at the airport, gasping and not returning his head, only to say a word.

“What did you just say? ”

“ …… ”

“I'm not dead, you want to remarry? ”

“ …… ”

She saw Mo Jing deeply hurt like this for the first time. He had not even had a headache and a hot cold in front of her before. Suddenly she was so weak. She was really afraid of him and wanted him to hold on with words that threatened him because she was in a hurry.

All of a sudden, a man looked at her with a murderous look: "Who do you dare to marry? ”

Season warmed his mouth: “If you don't die, you have to live, stare at me every day so I can't escape. ”

Unspeakable emotion pressed her.

Watching him get hurt like this, she couldn't even bring up her emotions, but she didn't want him to worry too much and could only keep trying to stabilize her mind.

Mo Jing looked at her deeply and saw the emotions she had been hiding.

“I won't die.” He raised his hand with some difficulty and used to stroke it in her soft hair: “I am yours, my life is yours, I will not let go easily, don't think about it. ”

He leaned against his seat and slowly relieved himself. "Tell Feng Ling not to rush us back, dismantle the bomb first, the mines around him have not been detonated, it is the base people who have found the ignition wire, first they have been cut off, now most of the danger has been cleared, remember to talk to the local Cambodian police clearly, there are still many mines around, make sure they are careful, don't get too close..."

Ji Wen listened carefully and nodded as he listened. He waited for a moment to tell Feng Ling.

It's just that his voice is getting lighter and lighter.

At the end of the day, it was silent.

She flanked her eyes and saw Ink's eyes closed deeply, pale and full of blood, but he still held his hand in her hand even when he was asleep.

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The danger in the forest had finally passed, and Mojing had woken up when the helicopter took off.

The rain on the outside of the cabin, although modest, did play a small part in delaying the detonation of those newly buried mines underground, giving them more time to search for and clear mines, and the death and injury of the Ajib gang, all of which fell into the net.

“Have the kids been sent back?” Seasonal warmth.

Whether it was Ajib's death or Dari's death, this horrible group of vicious people could not be seen as human beings, so even if she saw these bloody scenes, there would be little pity, just a little exclamation, but the one who had been crushing her heart, or the innocent child who had died.

“No, the base doctors handled the injuries for the children before sending them back, in case they scared their parents.” Feng Ling replied: “Six children had minor bruises, and one child was shot in the leg. The bullet broke through the leg bone. It was destined to be disabled for life. As for the one who was killed...”

Feng Lington, every time he undertakes any dangerous mission, is used to life and death, but it is still not possible to see innocent children, especially when the average age of these children is less than six years, one child who knows nothing about ignorance.

“Death cannot be brought back to life, and we will find ways to appease his parents, give him some money, or give him some other comfort. ”

“Save some more money, and if the base doesn't have enough money, I can go out and fund these kids to grow up. People's money is still affordable.” Seasonal warmth said.

Feng Ling glanced at her and had not yet spoken. Suddenly, the season warm heard a man sitting beside her, resting quietly, laughing low, very faint.

She turned to Mo Jingdeep: “Why don't you just close your eyes and take care of God? What are you laughing at? ”

“Base XI is a place in Nanheng, an arms dealer who scolds both the black and white worlds of the United States. He has more money than you can imagine and doesn't need your help.” The dark lip color of the ink scene is slightly faint and the voice is low.

Nan Heng was not on this plane at this time, and Seasonal Warm had to find something to distract herself. Otherwise, if she always went to see the wounds behind Mo Jing's deep back, her heart would continue to grieve.

“If he's so good, how come he still seems to be under your control? I don't think he dares offend you at all.” The season warmed to the deep ears of the ink, whispering.

This was not intended to be heard by Feng Ling. Feng Ling's ears are excellent.

Mo Jingdeep was just a pale, clean and handsome eyebrow moving, smiling nothing.

Feng Ling directly said, "Because Nan Heng was the first to mix the tracks in America. Dao, he can now cross the black and white realm, the white side is the path led by Mr. Mo, without Mr. Mo's help, he is not that easy to clean. ”

“It means that no one can hold Nanheng on the road that is purely black, but on the road of washing white, Mo Jingshen is the BOSS above him? ”

Feng Ling ripped his lips: “Well, that's probably what I meant. ”

“In other words, Nanheng is the boss of XI base, Mo Jingshen is the boss of Nanheng, so XI base is also Mo Jingshen? ”

“You could say the same. ”

Seasonal warmth suddenly smiled: “No wonder the people at your base looked that way when I washed my socks that day. ”

Everyone knows that she is Mrs. Mo, and suddenly she is able to understand their mood...

“What socks?” Mo Jingdeep's voice suddenly plugged into the conversation between Seasonal Warm and Fengling.

It's not the first time I've heard these three words, and Ink's deep eyes fall directly on the warm face of the season.

Feng Ling: “…” suddenly did not dare to speak again, just looked at the season warm.

Seasonal Warm really wanted to relieve herself by joking about it, but she still saw the blood on the man, and not so long ago, the scene of blood spilling from the gunshots.

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(Babies, vote for the month ticket, huh?)