Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

When Mo Jing woke up deep, he had slept in the hospital for two months.

Qin Shiting, wearing the white coat of temporary medical personnel as usual, entered the ward wearing a mask, and as soon as he went in, he saw Ink Jing deeply open his eyes. He couldn't help but provoke his eyebrows and asked an incredible question: “Are you awake? I don't have eyes? ”

On the white sheets, the man was calm and cold, and his emotional eyes looked at the man with the white coat beside him, and frowned after a while: “How long have I slept? ”

The sound is not just sand dull.

“How long do you sleep?” Qin Shiting pressed and held on to the impulse to call Ji warm immediately, staring at Mo Jingdeep obviously still in a somewhat ambiguous state of expression: “Two months, isn't it long? ”

The man in the bed frowned slightly and did not speak for a while, seemingly thinking of something difficult to figure out.

The cell phone was inconvenient in this ward. Qin Shiting's hands were stuck in his pockets. The dark eyes of Mo Jing were a little strange. Although he also looked like this during the weekday, it seemed strange that there were more and less of them.

“It's a real blessing that your car crash saved your life, and it's finally warm enough to wake up.” Qin Shiting laughed and said with emotion.

Deep in the ink, when he heard the words "Seasonal warmth," he suddenly raised his head and his dark eyes squinted: “Seasonal warmth? ”

“I said you...” Qin Shiting's eyebrows pounded: “The reinforcing bars in the car directly injured your cervical spine and spine, these are connected to the brain nerves, you and him. Is Mom amnesic? ”

The depth of the ink landscape did not open again, hands raised, long index fingers against the temple, seemed not very sober.

“Damn, aren't you really amnesic? The warmth of the season will probably make you cry!” Qin Shiting is going to go ahead and examine him.

Without touching anyone, the man in the bed frowned indifferently, coldly: "No, I remember. ”

His voice had a strong sense of alienation, which was not passed on to Qin Shiting, but stemmed from the name Qi Wen.

Qin Shiting always felt a little strange. This Mo Jing Deep has just woken up. No one has offended him. This cold atmosphere of alienation from cold and absolute superiors is too deterrent. He doubted for a moment later: “How are you feeling now? ”

“Fine, just a headache.” Inkview's deep voice was mute, his eyes closed, and some of the lights in the ward were not well adapted.

Qin Shiting turned around and pulled the curtains up. When he turned back, he saw that his eyes had been opened and suddenly the room was dimmed, covering his deep eyes.

Qin Shiting turned on the pale wall lamp in the ward and took out her cell phone and looked at it. He said: “I'll go out and notify your attending doctor and your aunt and then call Ji Wen. She's probably at the airport by now. She hasn't woken up for two months. She's just about ready to go back to Haicheng to see her father. As a result, you woke up in time, I hope she hasn't boarded the plane. ”

Mo Jing looked deeply at the phone that Qin Shiting took out, looked at the model of the phone, was silent for a long time, and did not speak anymore.

……

An hour later, the medical staff came and walked in the ward, and Mushaw and Wanzhu arrived at the hospital, but they didn't even see Mo Jingdeep's face, and the door of the ward was closed.

Mo Jingdeep didn't see anyone.

The lights were dim in the room, the man in the hospital bed had a stinging voice. After Qin Shiting walked out, he shut the door, and he went back to the bed quietly. His eyes were on the white ceiling. In the empty luxury ward, the sound of the air conditioning running was almost faint and inaudible.

He closed his eyes.

I slept for two months and had a long dream.

Who he is, he remembers, who Season Warm is, he remembers.

He remembered how the accident happened before the accident. Season Warm rolled down on the car in front of him. He remembered that when the huge impact occurred, the reinforcing bars in the car pierced his shoulder. He also remembered that he heard Season Warm crying in the car. He heard Feng Ling worried that her lower body was bleeding. He remembered...

The phone was quietly placed beside the bed, I wondered if anyone had charged him in the last two months, Mojing opened his eyes deeply, two months of sleep and body conditioning, the healing had healed, these movements of getting up and lifting hands would no longer be affected, he took the phone on the white table rack beside the bed.

The date displayed on the phone is March 13, 200x.

His eyes stopped for a moment and his head started hurting again. Dozens of unanswered calls and texts appeared on his phone. When opened, most of them came from Free Season Warm.

[Ink deep, I'm scared.]

[When will you wake up...]

[I couldn't keep our baby, you're angry, right?]

[I dreamt you were awake.]

[Love you.]

[Mo Jingshen, I love you, I love you so much, so don't sleep all the time, wake up.]

[If I knew you would save my life in this way, I'd rather die in that car with Su Xueyi than die for me.]

[It's cold today, but I can't go to your ward. Isn't your nest warm enough for me to sleep with you?]

[I haven't seen you in half a month, I missed you so much...]

[Doctor says you're likely to sleep like this all the time, don't you want me?]

[Ink deep, I was thinking about you.]

[Still won't wake up?]

[I'm scared, every day.]

……

The man in the hospital bed looked at the texts quietly and silently until he had read all dozens of them, but he was always faceless, his black cold eyes looked at them carefully one by one, and then clicked on the option of deleting them all.

Then, Mo Jingshen rubbed his still sore eyebrows and found the phone number of the person in charge of Haicheng Mo's Group Legal Center in his mobile phone directory.

After the phone was turned on, the other party said surprisingly: "President Mo? ”

“Prepare two divorce papers by the end of the month. ”

“Divorce papers? Who wants a divorce? ”

“Me and Seasonal Warm. ”

The marriage began at the Haicheng Civil Affairs Bureau and, according to the law, had to end in Haicheng.

Qin Shiting just came back with the medicine and pushed open the door of the ward. He heard these two words from deep in ink. He almost didn't hold the medicine bottle in his hand. He looked at a man with a cold, pale face like a ghost.

Mo Jingshen did not change his expression due to Qin Shiting's entrance. The phone hung up and threw his phone aside and closed his eyes.

“Are you going to divorce Season Warm?” Qin Shiting frowned.

He knew Mo Jingdeep too well, even if many people could not see Mo Jingdeep this person, but Nanheng and Qin Shiting have been with him for so many years. He has never been too curious about what he did. Mo Jingdeep never did anything too impulsive or unreasonable. He was too calm and rational, not to mention how impeccable he was in the mall. He was absolutely considerate of marriage and emotional issues alone, and would not allow any misunderstandings and flaws to arise.

But he slept for two months and the first thing he woke up with was a divorce from Season Warm?!