Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

When Feng Ling found Seasonal Warm, Seasonal Warm was looking around like a soul on every floor, and even some other family members outside the ward door were surprised by her.

“Mrs. Moore?” Feng Ling hurried forward.

Seasonal warmth, as if she didn't hear her voice, turned around and went down the aisle of the escalator, she had searched for more than a dozen floors, her feet and legs were numb, she had just stepped on the downstairs, suddenly the whole person with soft legs clamped forward.

“Seasonal warmth!” Feng Ling quickly flushed past to hold her, but it was a little late. The warm side of the season's knee had just knelt at the edge of the ladder. Although it was next to a layer of pants, you didn't have to lift your pants to see that it must have swollen a lot.

“What the hell are you doing? Didn't Mr. Moore wake up already? What's going on?” Feng Ling pulled her hard until she dragged the warmth of the season onto the bench in front of the next aisle door, rubbing her legs and watching her with concern.

Seasonal warmth does not speak, more like it does not feel painful.

Shortly afterwards, Feng Ling forcibly took her to the hospital lounge, and called a doctor to help her apply some antiseptic medicine to her knee, and then sat beside her.

Seasonal warmth remained silent for a long time, suddenly leaning her head against Feng Ling's shoulder.

She said, "I'm in pain. ”

Feng Ling took a meal and looked down at her: “Where does it hurt? Shall I call the doctor again? ”

Seasonal warmth slowly raised his hand, pointing to his heart: “Here...”

Feng Lingling frowned and probably understood the meaning of the seasonal warmth.

But what she doesn't understand is that Mr. Moore is finally awake. Shouldn't he be happy?

Why does season warmth look like a sudden loss to the world, like a child abandoned in a corner of the world, so blind?

Why does it hurt?

“Seasonal warmth...”

“Feng Ling, I want to be alone for a while.” Seasons are warm with eyes closed and voices are light.

“Are you worried about Haicheng? Haven't you already contacted Ji's servant? If you can't rest assured, we can fly back today, fly right back after visiting your father, and come back in a day or two. ”

Season warm smiled, but smiled bitterly. She shook her head: “It's okay, just leave me alone for a moment. ”

Feng Ling silenced, got up and walked out.

There was no one in the lounge, and it was only a short time before dawn.

Seasonal warmth sat for a while, got up and walked out, went into the elevator, Feng Ling did not follow her, only watched next to the elevator, saw the elevator to the top of the hospital, when even frowned.

……

Qin Shiting woke up after a nap. In fact, it was only a short sleep of less than two hours. When he went to the ward, Mo Jingshen was standing in front of the window.

“Where's Seasonal Warmer? Did she just come in? Why aren't you out here for a while?” Qin Shiting asked.

The man in front of the window did not answer, and the ward was silent and cold and terrible.

Qin Shiting first squinted his eyes and then grinded his teeth: “Didn't you already say that to her? ”

Men remain silent.

“Ma... you and Seasonal Warm are the only ones in the world who have had a good journey, lived a life of nourishment and happiness, and are now immortal. Shouldn't we cherish the people in front of us more? You don't want to die for her, she dares to risk her life in the heart of the minefield for you, so deep-rooted feelings can still get divorced? Fuck you. Are you kidding me?” Qin Shiting scolded: “Are you watching me suffer from reading songs when I want to go to sea with my brothers? Then you must also see whether Seasonal Warm agrees or disagrees. She is more stubborn than I thought. She has never wavered between you and you and never gave up. Such a determined woman beside you, you say push away now and push away? ”

When Nanheng came in, he felt a little sword-breathing in this ward, but the sword-breaking crossbowman was Qin Shiting. Mo Jingshen, the man who had just woken up for two months, stood in front of the window only tacitly at this moment and never moved.

“When I woke up, I got out of the hospital early, went to Mo's house to rest or simply went back to Haicheng. I'm really tired of hospitals.” Nanheng said to turn the headlights in the ward directly on, and then turned his eyes to Qin Shiting: “You haven't had much rest in his sleeping days. Hurry back to Haicheng and kill your young lady in love. ”

Qin Shiting didn't speak, but if he didn't mention his breath, he turned to sit on the sofa by the window and stared at the person in front of the window.

Mojing looked deep into his eyes and said, "Are you so idle right now to mind your own business? ”

Qin Shiting snorted: “I don't really care about other people's affairs, but I am at least one of your attending doctors. Seeing you as a big, normal, everywhere living person wakes up, it seems that your brain is not normal. I'm thinking about checking your brain again. ”

Nan Heng picked up the eyebrows and just found that Ji Wen was not outside, only Mo Jingshen and Qin Shiting were in the ward. He probably guessed what was going on, but he didn't think what had happened. At this moment, he heard Qin Shiting say that Mo Jingshen's brain was wrong.

Nan Heng grinned, leaned over against the door, pulled the lighter out of his pocket and played with it. Suddenly he heard a familiar footsteps coming from outside, which he knew was Feng Ling.

At the moment when the door of the ward was knocked, he didn't even have to ask, and opened the door directly.

Feng Ling stood in front of the door and looked directly at the depth of Mo Jing in front of the window and said: "Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo has gone to the roof. ”

Nan Heng raised his eyebrows and went to the roof? What's wrong with this woman?

Qin Shiting was also instantly frowned upon.

Mo Jing Deep is particularly calm than it seems, faintly: “You're her bodyguard, she goes to the roof, you don't follow, what are you doing here? ”

Nanheng: “…”

I think I heard something terrible...

Feng Lingling said coldly: “Mrs. Mo said she wanted to be alone for a while, didn't let me follow. ”

……

The view on the rooftop was really huge, and Seasonal Warm stood there for a little while, standing at the very edge of the wind, looking for a place to sit against the railing, and staring over half of Los Angeles City.

She sat here for only a moment, probably less than a few minutes, and the metal door on the roof was suddenly kicked open with a bang.

After a breeze, the season shrugged his eyes and heard Feng Ling's voice behind him: “Mrs. Mo, Mr. Mo asked me to take you down. ”

Hearing Mr. Mo's three words, the warm eyes of the season were motionless, but still sitting still, just staring forward, said faintly: "I was just sitting here for a while, not looking for death, what are you going to tell him? ”