Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“Give me your phone!” Feng Ling glanced at him very fiercely.

Knu nodded, pointing his chin at Ling's face: “You just ran over here. It doesn't make any difference if I delete this photo. ”

Feng Ling only became stiff and realized that he had come out like this. He turned his eyes sharply and immediately looked at Nam Heng.

“What the hell are you?” Nan Heng looked at her wonderfully.

Feng Ling: “…”

Nan Heng directly reached out and revealed the mask paper on her face. He saw the light on her face, picked an eyebrow, and touched her finger like oil on the side of her chin. As a result, he touched a wet and sticky serum. Then he dumped his hand in disgust: "What the hell is this? Wet and sticky? ”

Seasonal Warm just came after washing his face and heard a vomit from Nanheng, a straight man from Iron and Steel.

Feng Ling was about to lift up her sleeve and wipe her face. Seasonal Warm had come forward to hand her the wet towel she had just brought. She glanced at Nanheng, who looked at the lively face and was wiping her hands on her clothes: “I really can't blame our Feng Ling for not smelling like a woman. She was with you guys every day, and it would be weird if she could smell like a woman. ”

Feng Ling's face has been wiped clean because the skin on the cheeks is a little reddish due to the excessive force.

Nan Heng glanced at the warmth of the season and looked at Feng Ling again. She looked a lot better this time than during the normal day. She also looked at the red part of Snow White's face. Before Feng Ling, she pulled many collars down while washing her face and looked at the greasy skin in her neck. Skin, no talking.

“You two women stayed here all night, and today you're not resting in the ward. It's really energetic.” Nan Heng removed his eyes from Feng Ling's face and spoke in a cool tone.

Season Warm and Nan Heng had to talk to each other every time they met. It was obvious that Feng Ling was upset at this moment, so he didn't say much. He just gave Nan Heng a look for his blessing and looked at the door of the ward: “Are you done talking? Is he asleep again? ”

“I haven't slept, I just picked up the call from Haicheng Mercer Group, and I haven't finished.” Nan Heng whispered, “Are you going to stay in this ward? You don't have to ask the doctor to move your bed here so you can stay here with him forever, save yourself a bed. ”

Ji Wenming knew he was tweaking, but the visitor couldn't resist, laughing: “Seems like a good note. ”

Nan Heng chuckled: “You want beauty. ”

“Mrs. Mo, I'm going to wash my face.” Feng Ling suddenly said something cold and calm and turned around and walked away.

Ji Wen turned to follow her. Feng Ling's face was cold all the way. After all, she was about to say a few words of comfort. After all, A K was joking. Nanheng obviously had deliberate falling ingredients. He could not be struck so hard because Feng Ling rarely took a step in the direction of a woman.

Turns out she hasn't said a word yet, they just walked up to the elevator and the elevator door suddenly opened in front of them.

A pair of eyes of the two inside, a warm look of the season, when the two inside also saw her, eyes set directly on her.

“Dad?” Seasonal warmth hesitated before politely calling it that.

Mushao looked at her with a cold face: "Jing Shen is here, you're hiding it well, you didn't even notify us? ”

Seasonwarm's eyes shifted from the words of An behind him and looked back at Mossad. “I'm sorry, we're in such a hurry, we haven't been out of the hospital these days, and it was my negligence not to inform you in time, but I really don't have your contact details. ”

Since the last time she gambled tens of millions of dollars a week in Mozambique, Mozambique has not had much reason to choose her illness for the time being. She has been safe for so long. Seasonal Warm has also put away her toothless side. The first sentence is a direct sincere apology, which also makes Mozambique with anger a little more flat.

Mushao stepped out and looked at the warmth of the season. He also looked at Feng Ling, who was not planning to go back to wash his face. He looked at them again and finally fell back on the warm face of the season: “How's the scene deeply hurt? ”

Seasonal Warm is not sure if his experiences with Mo Jing Deep are clear, but since Mo Father has been in the United States for so many years, he probably knows what his son had done under his nose.

She thought about it, but didn't go into much. She just said: "It's not a minor injury, but it's much better now. The surgery was done four days ago, and it only takes a while to rest in the hospital. ”

When he got a reassuring answer, Mosho nodded his head and turned to the silent words of An who stood behind him: “Speech, go see the depth of the scenery, if he needed anything here, let him directly say it. He didn't notify the house for so many days. He really didn't look at us as parents at all. ”

Seawarm turned to see Anshu walk directly to the ward, pulled the corner of his lip, yet to speak, and Mozambique said coldly at this time: “When the view got out of the hospital, remember to let him stay in the United States for a while. Haicheng is just where the old man and Mo's old house are. It really doesn't make sense for him to stay in Haicheng. For him, his real home is still in Los Angeles. He hasn't been home for several years. Even if he doesn't intend to take over Shine Group for the time being, he should let him go back to see his mother. ”

“Aren't you going to tell him personally about going home?” Seasonal warmth asks.

Mozambique has a cold face.

He wanted to say for himself that, although he did not want to admit it, it was obvious that warm seasons were more effective than his words.

On the other side, outside the ward door of Mo Jingshen, Anyan Yan was carrying some nutrients and fruit basket. Just walking past, he was blocked by Nancheng with smoke.

The cigarette in Nam Heng's mouth didn't light up. He glanced at her with a cold glance: "Miss An, did you come to visit on behalf of Director Mo? ”

An Yan nodded politely at him: “Yes, Director Mo, let me look at the depth of the scenery. ”

Nan Hengpi smiled and bent the corner, but the smile was obviously cold, the tall figure still blocked in front of the ward door, the chilling voice: “He is resting, it is not convenient for Miss An to go in like this, if there is anything to comfort and explain, go directly to Mrs. Mo, she will help you convey. ”

Ji Wen stood by the elevator and heard Nanheng's words, silently giving Nanheng a compliment.

Normally, Nan Heng likes to do whatever she wants. It's really reliable when he should do it.

Although Mushao had returned to the United States with Anshu Yan, he brought her here today, and now let Anshu Yan visit Ink Jing Deep. Obviously, there was a bit of stupidity, and he did not give up this thought completely.

Besides, this is America, this is Shine's territory, and he's going to be so bold.

Now that Mo Dong hasn't given up, it's time to strangle them in the cradle with their stupid intentions.