Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Su Zhi Lan's hands trembled and tried to pull them out, but he was held down by the warmth of the season.

“What are you doing? Let go!” Su Zhi Lan tried so hard to get out of her hand.

Seasonal warmth still held her dead. Her smile was cold, but her voice was slightly faint. Only Su Zhi Lan could hear herself: “How can you let go? I will not let go while the murderer who killed the child in my belly is brought to justice. ”

“Season warms you...”

“You think that Su Xueyi's death is without proof. You think that by the time Mojing is unconscious, you can get the police to close the case as soon as possible. You think that no one can suspect you. You continue to be the big lady without your sludge. You continue to play a patient with manic nervousness and fear that things will not be stimulated. Do you think you are impeccable? ”

“Let go of me! ”

“Su Zhilan, I tell you, I will pay you back ten times more than every wound you cause on me. Even if you steal something from my stomach, I will dig through your heart, your stomach, your uterus. Don't think that Mo Jing won't wake up, the Mo family won't suspect you, no one will do anything to you. ”

Su Zhi Lan is still trying to pull her hand out, but Seasonal Warm doesn't know where it came from. She has been codifying her wrist and her strength is so strong that she almost wants to break her wrist bone.

Feng Ling did not reach out to help keep Su Zhi Lan locked up because she saw a woman who was angry because she lost the child in her belly.

Such a warm season is something that Feng Ling has never seen before.

Until the warmth of the season finally let go, Su Zhilan finally managed to escape. He took a step backwards, and his heart palpitated and looked at the warm and flat stomach of the season.

“Everything is just your suspicion.” Su Zhi Lan calmed down and tried to stay as far away from the season as possible.

At this time, when the police came out and saw Su Zhi Lan, she was allowed to enter the interrogation room to record her confession. Su Zhi Lan hesitated for a moment before turning his eyes to Seasonal Warm. Seasonal Warm also looked at her faintly and did not say anything else.

As she walked out of the station, it was snowing outside. Feng Ling wrapped her scarf around Seasonal Warm's neck and whispered to her as she walked toward the side of the car. “Mrs. Mo, do you need me to tell you about this from the base? ”

“No, once the Mozi family got involved, the Su family couldn't get away from it completely. The chairman of a Shine group like Mozambique didn't eat for nothing. Once all the doubts about Su Zhilan reached him, he would personally put pressure on the police. ”

“Fine, then let Director Mo do it. After all, Mr. Mo is not awake, and his anger has nowhere to vent. ”

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When he returned to the hospital, Mo Jingshen was still awake, and his ward was still not allowed to enter freely.

It was already dark, and Wan Zhu returned to Mo's house with the season warm.

There is also soup for seasonal warmth at dinner. Since the seasonal warmth abortion, soup has been consumed almost every day to make up for the body. Seasonal warmth always feels like this is the way to try to recover the traces of his son still present in the world.

Every day, Manju says nothing, and the two words that everyone in this family is most afraid to hear right now are sleeping and vegetarians, which is the most frightening result.

After dinner, the season warmed back to the bedroom and closed the door and entered the bathroom.

After she took a bath, she sat by the bed with a laptop she had used before, opened her mailbox and saw the work emails from Haicheng Ink Warm Studio, but now she's just sitting on the bed, staring at the words on the screen, lifting her hand and touching the roses in the vase by the bed.

Flowers are put in by the maid every day in a few fixed rooms, and she sees roses in the same position on the night of Spring Festival when the season is warm and the ink is deep.

What was she saying?

On her birthday in T City, she ruined all the rose petals without even touching them, causing it to hurt to see them now.

She curled up beside the bed, looked at the flowers, and took another photo of her phone and sent it to Ink Depth.

[The flowers in your room look so good every day, I haven't seen you for a month, I don't even know if you're withered or floating.]

Sometimes people may have this obsession, especially with people they love.

Whether the other person survives or dies, even if it is a loess bone, she will feel at least at ease if she sees it.

But the only time this whole month, she looked inside while the doctor opened the door, saw Ink Jing lying deep on a white bed, quiet and still, with wires and tubes of various colors all over his body, he didn't open his eyes, he didn't even move his eyelashes once.

It's just this blinking sight that closes the door and never sees it again.

It's been a month.

As always, Seasonal Warm calls Ink Jingdeep three times a day, sending him a text message before bed as usual.

After a long time, she was confused. He went to sleep like this, didn't he?

Why is she so scared to walk into her life, turn her life around, and lie there quietly and quietly?

……

Heavy snow flies and a few more snowfalls in Los Angeles in February, and this winter will be over.

Season warm a man sat on the stairs in front of the hospital door in a white cashmere coat, his head filled with white snow, because he had not moved much, the snow had not melted, he had fallen more on her head, and looked far away like a snowman stacked on the stairs.

Qin Shiting walked out of the hospital and saw this scene. He stared at it with one hand in his trouser pocket for a long time before walking down. When he reached the end of the season, he helped her take the snow off her head and took off his coat and put it on her.

Seasonal warmth did not need to turn his eyes, only slightly sided. When he saw Qin Shiting's leather shoes, he did not move again.

“He sleeps all the time, and it doesn't make sense for you to come and wait like this every day.” Qin Shiting said: “I think you should go back to Haicheng first. Your studio still needs you. Ji Jia and Master Mo also need you to go back to pacify. ”

Seawarm looked silently at the car that flew by the road and said faintly: “Dr. Qin, you didn't fly here from Haicheng specifically, did you stay here for so long and never go back? Your home and work center are in Haicheng, but you've been here lately. Aren't you waiting? ”

Qin Shiting looked down at her and sighed a moment later. She simply sat down and sat on the same step as her, looking in the same direction as Season Warm.

A long time later, he said, "I don't even know when he's going to wake up. If he doesn't wake up for a year, are you going to wait here for a year? He won't wake up for 10 years. Are you going to wait 10 years? ”

Seasonal Warm didn't talk, she just took her phone and looked back and forth at the messages she had sent to Mojing.

There are already a lot of unread messages each day.