Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Finally set off for the United States.

There are only four people on this plane, Seasonal Warm and Fengling, Nanheng and Mojing Deep.

The smell of cigarettes in Nam Heng's body had just been extinguished before boarding the plane, and he smoked more cigarettes in recent days than ever.

Feng Ling sat a little far away from them, sitting in front of them and separated from the cab, basically chatting with Ji Wen occasionally.

Compared to the voices of two women, the two men in the cabin looked much quieter.

Nan Heng's old god leaned in the seat, wrapped his arms around his chest like a grandfather, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

Deep in the ink, he turned around, temporarily unable to move frequently, lazily leaning against the window in the cabin, looking out, the man's eyelashes cast a slight gentle shadow in his eyelids.

Seasonal Warm Insurance is about to forget about the excitement you just experienced.

She almost thought she'd just gone to a tropical country with the BOSS of Mogadishu and had just returned on a return flight.

This man always has a sense of peace of mind, a sense of security, a sense of belonging, a sense of stability, it all comes from him.

……

Seasonal warmth didn't know when to fall asleep. When she woke up, her head was dizzy and she felt the sound of a propeller still in her ears. She was still on the plane, so she didn't sleep long.

But the windows of the cabin are already glowing, indicating that at least half of the planet has been flown, and hours of flight have passed through the day and night.

She had always felt uncomfortable because of her vomiting and some pregnancy reactions, especially now that she was physically uncomfortable flying longer, but felt extra comfortable lying down for a while.

She woke up in a dazzling light, which reflected it.

She was lying on her leg deep in ink.

He's still hurt...

Seasonal warmth was busy learning that Soso had climbed up and looked around and saw the man's eyes fall on her face. Ink Jing deeply shook her sleeping slightly messy hair behind her ear and gently said: “Why don't you sleep a little longer? ”

“You hurt me and made me lean against you. If I couldn't move my body, I'd already be stiff. Take another load of my weight. You woke me up.” Seasonal warmth said, busy checking the wound on his back.

But he was relieved that there was no more bleeding on his clothes.

“I just had some skin trauma back there, not all over me.” Mo Jingshen was about to reach out and pick up the blanket that had fallen from her. Season Warm feared he would pull it into his mouth, pressing his hand directly and turning to pick up the blanket himself.

Nan Heng didn't know if he was really asleep or if he was just taking a nap with his eyes closed. Even if he heard voices, he probably didn't care.

Feng Ling hasn't slept, but he hasn't spoken. He just leaned against the wall of the cabin, didn't say anything, didn't know what he was thinking.

Seasonal warmth simply lightened the voice and said: "Feng Ling, aren't you going to sleep? ”

Feng Ling just looked at her: “I'm not sleeping, it's almost here. Mrs. Mo, you haven't had much rest these days. Pregnant people are easily tired of sleeping. It's not good for you to stay with us like this. After you arrive in the United States, go to the hospital and have a good physical examination. ”

Previously in Cambodian hospitals because many of the injured needed to be dealt with urgently, but they still didn't trust the hospital over there, so they didn't let Season Warm go to check it out, and now they're going to land in the United States, or they're going to let her check to see if she's touched the fetus or affected the development of the child in her stomach these days.

“Got it, I'll take a moment to look.” Seasonal warmth does not want to cause them any trouble, nor does it want to worry them too much and respond directly.

But as soon as she heard it was coming, she subconsciously looked out and could only see the American sky, the warm and eye-catching sunset, and the light was shining.

Haven't been to America in years, she looks tranced and suddenly asks, "Are we going to base XI? Or do you want to go to Officer Ente's? Or..."

“Parked at LAX's temporary airfield, our people will talk to Detective Nte. You and Mr. Mo must be taken to the hospital immediately. His injuries are deep in the flesh, the wounds on his head are not light. A series of examinations and follow-up treatments are needed. Your body needs further examinations. You don't have to worry about anything else. Rest in the hospital. This is no longer Cambodia. There won't be so many horrible things nearby. Rest in peace. ”

Feng Ling said, looking at the time again: “Estimated to land in another half hour, Mrs. Mo, if you have any physical discomfort, let me know, I'll let them land slower as possible. ”

“I'm fine, just land normally. ”

But LA...

Los Angeles, actually.

That's right. Where else would I go without going to L.A.?

The Shine Group, a Mozi company based in the United States, is here, and the XI base is also on the outskirts of Los Angeles. She has studied abroad and is also in Los Angeles...

This place is familiar with the seasonal warmth, but really after many years, plus the decade of her previous life, there are more years that cross over, and many years when I understand what I've been through here is not very clear.

Suddenly warming her hand, she turned her eyes and saw Mo Jingdeep's hand hold her and lock her in the palm of her hand.

On the way to the Los Angeles River, the First Street Ancient Bridge above the river is an important hub for getting in and out of Los Angeles as the plane approaches landing.

Looking down at the Los Angeles River as the season warms up, I suddenly hear the dark sound of ink fading in my ears: "When you were studying in the United States, did you come near the Los Angeles River often? ”

I don't understand how he suddenly asked this question, she thought about it for a long time, and said: "The school is far from here, so I rarely go to the neighborhood of Los Angeles, but it seems like there are a few occasions when I go out to party with friends and classmates, I go to the river for a walk at night, I did come here, I felt like I was still separated from them, the street lights on the river in the middle of the night were still broken, it was particularly dark that night. ”

Speaking of this, the warm eyes of the season lit up, like I remembered something: “By the way, I saved a man from the river. He was covered in blood, and I didn't know how to get hurt. If I hadn't caught him by the river quickly, he would probably have been flushed downstream. Downstream is a waterfall, which is quite dangerous...”

Her voice went down and suddenly she felt the man's eyes staring straight at her.

The warm tone of the season choked, his eyes against him, some part of her mind hidden a long time ago she didn't really remember, suddenly came up.

The difference between artificial breathing and first kiss...

She stood still and raised her head violently, her face unbelievably hiding a few shallow smiles against the man.

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