Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth was so painful and trembling, my heart was more like an empty chunk, looking at the car, my hands crawled on the ground in vain, but I couldn't climb, my stomach sucked sharply to stimulate her nerves for a moment.

“Depth of view...”

In the distance, there was a loud explosion, you don't have to guess, it was the car Su Xueyi was in that spontaneous explosion, the flames and heavy black smoke covered the sky with fog.

The highway suffocates quietly for a moment, and the smell of death slowly penetrates the warm skin of the season.

Her tight, disturbed nerves cooled down a little bit, but it was a cold sting.

Seasonal warming has never felt the sky so dark.

Black Bentley stopped there, the gasoline spread beneath the body of the car lit a small flame, the season warm stared at the flame, biting his teeth desperately to climb over and extinguish the fire, but he tried for half a day and moved only a few centimeters forward.

“Mrs. Moore!” Feng Ling's voice followed closely. A number of parked drivers had gathered behind the giant van. She quickly pushed the crowd in and saw the season warm on the ground with her red eyes. She rushed over quickly.

Feng Ling crouched down to keep the season warm, but his eyes died staring at the black Bentley. He muttered: “The people in the car... who...”

“I'll get you up first.” Feng Ling had hardly ever cried. Now she saw the blank eyes of Seasonal Warm, and the blood from her lower body. Her eyes were almost red. She lifted her up forcefully. However, Seasonal Warm could not even stand steadily, but her eyes kept looking at the car.

“Tell me... who's in the car...”

Feng Ling bit the root of his teeth and did not speak.

Seasonal warmth slowly turned his eyes and looked at Fengling: “Is it deep in ink? ”

Feng Ling grabbed her arm to prevent her from falling, but the hand held on her arm was slightly trembling. She tried to calm her down, but could not contain her emotions at all. She could only lower her eyes and whisper: “We and Mr. Mo have tracked your position and drove all the way here. We had already fallen half an hour behind. We finally caught up with the fastest possible speed, but when we saw you suddenly being pushed out of the car window, Mr. Mo's car suddenly accelerated to its limit...”

Seasonal warmth suddenly fell into a trance.

The people in the car... Mo Jingshen...

As soon as the consciousness stopped here, Seasonal Warm suddenly pushed away Fengling, turning around and jumping in the direction of the car.

Feng Ling didn't expect her to have the strength to push herself away. She couldn't wait to step back. When she reached out to help her, Season Warm had fallen to the side of the black Bentley. She hurried forward and pulled Season Warm on her knees. She grabbed her arm tightly: “Mrs. Mo, don't do this...”

Season-warming eyes only stared at Bentley, as if he could hear nothing in his ears.

Almost simultaneously with Feng Ling, he rushed into the crowd's Nanheng without a word of crap. He directly told AK and others to arrest the driver of the giant truck, while a group of people prepared for rescue with a clear face.

All the drivers around, one by one, point in this direction...

“Did the car in front explode? How did it suddenly explode? Too horrible? ”

“This car has been hit so hard, Bentley's body is so sturdy that it can all be hit like this, you can see how powerful the impact is... this can't be the legendary highway murder...”

“The car is leaking. Look, it's on fire! ”

“Will this one also explode...”

A group of people's whispering couldn't get into Seasonal Warm's ears. She held her tears, her eyes red and stared at the broken window. She had to swing open Feng Ling hard, but Feng Ling still grabbed her arm hard. Finally, why don't you just hold Seasonal Warm with both hands: “Mrs. Mo, don't be impulsive! ”

“Let go of me! ”

“Mrs. Moore! ”

“Feng Ling, let go of me!” Seasonal warmth tears: “Let go -”

“This car is likely to be heavily spontaneous at any time now! Mr. Moore rushed over here with his life to save your life! Whatever happens to Mr. Moore, if you don't back off now, isn't Mr. Moore sacrificed for nothing? ”

“Sacrifice what? How could it be sacrificed? He wouldn't ——” Season Warm was just as insane as she struggled in her arms, and finally she couldn't move, hearing Nan Heng trying to open the door panel, tears couldn't stop, and the whole person couldn't help but kneel down to the ground.

“Seasonal warmth...” Feng Ling couldn't help but call her name. He lowered his head and saw Seasonal warmth trembling and shaking his shoulder. He held his hand on her shoulder and tried to calm down his voice and said: “Your lower body is full of blood, get in the car first, Seasonal warmth, don't do this...”

Seeing the sparks on the gasoline under the car getting bigger and bigger, Seasonal Warm wanted to go up and extinguish. Nanheng suddenly lifted his eyes and looked in the direction of Seasonal Warm. Sink: “Feng Ling, take Seasonal Warm away now! ”

Taking away Season Warm is inevitable. With Nan Heng's orders, Feng Ling forcibly lifted Season Warm off the ground, held her shoulder and held her hand: “Go! ”

Seasonal warmth did not speak or move, just staring at the black Bentley, watching as more and more blood poured through the door, just feeling dark.

“Mo Jingshen, come out, come out.” Seasonal warm head emptied, unconscious to walk towards the door, but held by Feng Ling.

She glanced at the deformed door: "Bentley's airbag is better than many cars, he'll be fine, right...”

Seasonal warmth is like talking to Feng Ling, like talking to people in the car, more like talking to yourself.

Feng Ling didn't say a word.

What a good car, just rushed directly at the limit speed, under this speed, if it is a normal car, it is estimated that it will break away in an instant, that kind of huge impact force is not at all acceptable to a normal person, not to mention that Mr. Gangmo is blocking the car from the past, the area hit is the side of the car, the side defensiveness itself is not as strong as the front and rear body, obviously the inside of the car will not be better than the outside of the car, it will only be worse than they can see.

At a moment when Season Warm was almost crushed alive by a giant truck, Mr. Mo traded his own life for Season Warm's life.

The moment he suddenly drove the car to its limit, no one could have guessed the scene.

Even though Feng Ling had been born and died for so many years, she had already become accustomed to life and death, but she would never forget that scene.

Feng Ling shook Seasonal Warm's hand and pulled her over her body so she had to take her away.

Seasonal warmth really didn't have much strength, and the red and sticky underbody made her realize what she was losing at this moment.

Why is this happening?

Why all of a sudden?

At the moment when he was forced to turn around, the warm eyes of the season stared straight at the ground. He could still hear the gasoline dripping in Bentley's car, one drop, two drops...