Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The people at base XI were responsible for sending the children back to the farm, packing their things and leaving Lake Donrissa before dark, because of the deep wounds and other injuries in Mo Jing, they had to go to the hospital in the Cambodian capital before returning directly to the United States in the morning.

Ji Wang asked herself if she was going back to the United States with them. Nan Heng only answered one question. Mo Jingdeep went to the United States. Wouldn't she go?

The answer, of course, is to go.

At this moment, Mo Jingshen was sitting in the chair of the Cambodian treatment room. The surgeon nurse was constantly shocked and confused. From time to time, because the wound on Mo Jingsheng's back was too serious, she couldn't help but say a lot of words. While helping him with the wound, she stared at his still handsome face in this situation and kept looking for opportunities to say more.

Seasonal Warm couldn't understand what they were talking about. She just saw the look of female doctors and nurses staring at Ink's deep face and back. Her heart was instantly like a bottle of vinegar poured on a flame. It was hot and sour.

But she can't seize at this time, Mo Jing is too seriously injured, her doctor is at least dealing with the wound, she can't run over to put on a top and take him away from the hospital at this time.

However, regardless of what the doctors and nurses were saying and whether Mo Jingdeep understood or not, he sat there, his eyes were clear and silent, and when the season warm suddenly got up to take a breath, he called her: “Where are you going? ”

She looked at him. Although the man did not wrinkle his eyebrows when he endured the pain, he also had some sweat on his head. He let the nurse suture him with tweezers and needle threads. Even though the blues on his back appeared hidden, he did not hum a single sound and only lifted his eyelids and looked at her in the direction.

“I'll get a glass of water. ”

Seasonal warmth went out to find a water dispenser.

She wouldn't say it because the nurses were staring at his face and saying a bunch of things, sterilizing him and bending over to cling to his shoulders and whispering softly in his ear, and not knowing what to say, almost knocked over her vinegar bottle.

It's not a good time to be jealous at this time, but she doesn't understand the Cambodian language of these people, she feels more panicked, she doesn't want them to be too careless when dealing with the wounds, why don't you just go for a walk first.

But Seasonal Warm was not good enough to go out for too long. Feng Ling was outside. She talked to Feng Ling for a few words, then poured a glass of water and walked back.

And then you take the cup and you look at the scene inside.

A bloodstained top with ink was thrown on the ground, covered in dust, with a not-so-obvious bruise on the brow bone.

Because she finally came back, the man's eyebrows slightly raised, the light in the corner looked at her, a clear and shallow smile, as if she had already seen the acidity of the infiltration.

He's sitting there, obviously dirty and wolfish, and he's fucking handsome.

Is this the first time that Seasonal Warm is conscious? It turns out that one's beauty does not stem solely from a neat and decent leather bag, although this leather bag, deep in ink, is indeed God's greatest creation, and at this moment, the handsome man is not as thin and expensive as she used to be familiar with, but rather as a manly smell flowing from the bones.

He didn't wear the expensive suit he wore on weekdays and didn't have a clean and handsome look.

But his appeal at this moment is deadly.

So it is also plausible that these female doctors and nurses should make a fool of him while dealing with the wounds...

The wound was stitched up until night, and at 9: 30, the ink landscape was deep before getting dressed.

Before flying back to the United States, you can finally relax in your mental state, find a nice noodle shop near the hospital and take dozens of bowls of beef noodles to the hospital.

Because Mo Jingshen's back wound was stitched up today, he was temporarily unable to move, and the task of feeding Mo BOSS to eat should have fallen on him for the warmth of the season.

Ji Wen stood in front of Mo Jing Deep, stirring the face of the bowl, and said: “The first time I fed you the other day, you knocked over the soup with the bowl. ”

Mo Jing took a deep breath and obviously felt that she meant to settle the bill after the fall.

“In that case, I only have a problem if I eat it.” Though they both knew it, he explained it.

Season warmed up and flipped at him with his eyes: "Then when I fed you water, you kept me cold. Why did you suddenly flick me? ”

Ink depth: “…”

At the end of the day, Seasonal Warm doesn't want to starve him right now, but he is the key injured and needs to be taken care of.

Watching the little woman carefully put some more hot face in her mouth and blow it gently, and then feed it to his mouth, Mo Jing deeply looked at her and smiled, “You've failed to feed me twice at a time. Do you always have to find a chance to feed me? ”

“Can you lift your hands and shoulders now?” Seasonal warmth affixes the noodles directly to his lips: "The doctor said you can't move your shoulder back any more days before the wound heals, otherwise it's easy to tear again and it will be difficult. ”

The man looked at her serious expression, hooked her lips, and fed her to the face.

Seasonal warmth also had a few simple bites in another bowl just now. This Cambodian taste is different from domestic taste. Although this is already made in a very good noodle shop near the hospital, the taste in this soup is not her favorite either. It is not sour, sweet is not sweet, salty is also, in short, she is not used to eating.

The good news is that the noodle soup is clean, the noodles are also thin and soft. The noodles feed the stomach and are easy to digest. It's perfect for people with injuries who can't eat too much activity for the time being, so she still needs to find a way to get him to eat more.

After dinner, the people at the base were ready to board, and Seasonal Warm went to work with everyone to help with the luggage.

Mo Jingdeep wasn't idle, and talked to Officer Nan Heng and Detective Nte for a long time.

When Season Warm went to find him again, he saw a bright light outside the helicopter throwing a wood-grabbing glow on him, and his face was calm, as if everything he had been through these days could not disrupt his size and footsteps. I don't know what Officer Nte had said in front of him, he didn't say anything, but his eyebrows slightly added a hint of chill.

Seeing the season warm came over, Mo Jingdeep's arm, because of his shoulder, he listened to the doctor's advice, did not move, only his eyes showed her past.

Seasonal warmth quickly approached him, standing in front of him, the lights fell on the two of them, and the shadows crossed.

Cambodia's winter is still hot and dull, and it's only tonight that we finally feel cool.

Seasonal warmth faces the direction of Lake Horiza.

The night sky in Cambodia is silent, except for the sparkling stars.

This country is beautiful.

But she never wanted to come back.