Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The plane had landed before it could ask another question.

The cabin door opened quickly, Feng Ling picked up his phone and didn't know who he was calling, but a lot of people came out of the plane momentarily.

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Even after getting off the plane, Mo Jingshen held Seasonal Warm's hand all the way, and Seasonal Warm didn't find another chance to ask him, so they were pushed to the hospital by such a group of people.

Mo Jingdeep's back wound was not handled in a particularly satisfactory manner at the Cambodian hospital, where doctors arranged an exclusive passage for him to go directly to surgery.

Surgery lasted from 6: 30 pm to 10: 00 pm U.S.T because of general anesthesia and Mojing didn't wake up all night.

The police and the people at the base left after the successful surgery, and Nam Heng was persuaded by Seasonal Warm to return to the base after making sure that Mo Jingdeep's injuries were completely okay.

Seasonal Warm was supposed to stay in the ward to take care of him, but because she had just undergone surgery, Tonight Ink Jing Deep needed to rest in the sterile ward for one night, to be allowed in the morning. She can't go in now, standing outside the ward, watching a man sleep a little pale but still have a deep face.

The inky depths kept echoing in her head, looking into her eyes before the plane landed.

Is that him?

Was the man who was covered in blood, who was unintentionally rescued by her by the Los Angeles River, deep in ink?

Feng Ling went out and bought some daily necessities temporarily needed by the seasonal warming. When he came back, he saw that the seasonal warming had been leaning against the glass window. He went up to persuade her to say that Mr. Mo had recovered a lot. However, the relationship with narcotics still needed to sleep for a day. Tomorrow, when he woke up, he would be fine. Then he dragged her to the gynaecology and gynaecology department.

After the examination, the physical condition of the seasonal warmth was good, nothing wrong, but the mood fluctuated too much in recent days. In Chinese terms, the tire gas was affected. It was not very stable. She needed to rest in bed for a few days, and the burns on her hands needed to be handled properly. Therefore, a comfortable room was arranged for the seasonal warming on another floor so that she could both get rest and stay here with Ink deep.

It was easy to lie in a bed with your heart rested, and the sound of gunfire or explosions in your ears was no longer readily available, let alone threatened with your life.

Seasonal warmth suddenly stopped sleeping.

After a long time of rolling over, I picked up my phone and saw several unanswered calls from Summer Tien a day ago, as well as a few text messages.

Where are the people? What's wrong with not picking up the phone?]

[Don't plan to come back yet, Cambodia doesn't even have a local specialty, where is it worth having so much fun? Hurry back, hundreds of millions of billions of bills are waiting for you!]

As soon as Ji Wen returned to Haicheng, she went to Cambodia. In the middle, she only had time to make a phone call with Xia Tian, saying that she was on vacation in Cambodia. Xia Tian thought that she had been under too much pressure to study in T City in the previous few months, so she granted her vacation and let her come out and have fun.

This place is an unforgettable experience.

Season warm smiled and called Xia Tian back.

At night in Los Angeles, it was morning in the country, and Summer was meeting in the studio, and Seasonal Warm briefed her on the recent trip, and she was yelling that she was in a meeting, and she hung up.

Put the phone down, lie back on the bed, pick up the color supertest sheet that you put next to the bed, and look at a little fuzzy image on it. When I went to check it out, the doctor said the cute oval dot in the middle was the baby or the embryo.

After looking at it for a long time, the warmth of the season gradually calmed down and finally got some sleep.

But the sleep was not long, and I woke up suddenly after only a few hours of sleep.

The ink scene in the dream was full of blood, in that cabin was reached with a gun pointing at his forehead, the season warmed up and rushed in like crazy. At the moment when the gunshot sounded, she screamed, but she couldn't even scream. She watched the blood splash...

She didn't even see how Mo Jingdeep fell after being shot. She only saw the blood all over the floor. The burning blood seemed to have flowed under her feet. She sweated in a cold sweat and opened her eyes violently. So-so sat up.

The nose smells of disinfectant water, and this is the ward of Los Angeles Hospital, surrounded by plain white, quiet, no Daly, no gun, no blood.

Seasonal warmth closed his eyes, lifted his hands and rubbed the sweaty corners, long and relaxed.

Luckily it's just a dream.

Seasonal warmth lifted the quilt and got out of bed. The new hospital uniform in light blue was very soft and comfortable. Two exquisite bags were placed on the escort sofa in the ward, which contained clothes that Feng Ling had bought for her before leaving. As for those who had come back from Cambodia, of course, they were all thrown away without a trace.

The dreams were filled with deeply injured scenes with ink scenes. Seasonal warmth really couldn't sleep. Even if it had been bathed before bedtime, it was customary to use the bath method to relieve stress and enter directly into the small bathroom built into this luxury single-person room.

By the time the bath came out, the fish had grown white outside the window, pointing to 6: 00 a.m.

Last night, the doctor said she couldn't get into Ink's room until after 6: 00. After looking at the time, she quickly wiped her hair and combed her fingers back and forth.

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In the early morning, Los Angeles was invaded by the cold air this season, like Sea City, even though there was air conditioning in the hospital corridor, but at this time, the cold weather in the empty corridor made people feel cold visually.

With the permission of the doctor, Seasonal Warm gently unscrewed the door of the ward and walked in through the pale lights in the ward.

The curtains in this room are closed, quiet, and the man's breathing can be heard quietly.

She walked to the bed.

The light in the ward is not very bright and relatively mild, but it is also enough to see the contours of a man's face, albeit semi-bright and semi-dark, and not very real.

He was much paler, a little thinner than when he was in the country. There were light bruises on the sides of his chin. The bruises on the brow bones were less obvious and had not yet faded, but he was still handsome.

America's bustling city, by the Los Angeles River.

The young man's pencil is lying in a white bed, sleeping heavily, with a calm face, hands on both sides of the quilt, and blood marks on the back of his hands that have been drugged.

He just lay there alive.

Outside this ward window was the dawn of the morning rising, and he lay quietly here, with a light of light falling on his face.

At this moment, Seasonal Warm truly realized that the man in front of her really walked out with her in that damp cabin and returned safely to her from Cambodia to the United States.