Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The car in the distance had begun to try to change lanes, and AK was still confronting those people in the car, and the other surrounding Land Cruisers were ready to attack Mo after seeing that he had left the car safely with the warmth of the season.

Seasonal warmth leaned in Mo Jing's deep arms, slowly opened her eyes, but she didn't have the strength to move. The feeling of the headrest in his chest was really very safe. She already had the definite thought of dying in her heart. At this moment, she was rescued safely, making sure that she was out of danger. She closed her eyes and breathed out a long breath.

Mo Jing lowered her head to see the wounds on her head and all over the place, as well as the palm marks of the redness that Tu had hit her in the face, and then saw the blood on her back and the blood silk spilled from the corner of her mouth. Her hair was scattered around her shoulders, and the whole person could barely see what it was.

Mo Jingdeep's hand touched her face and couldn't imagine what she'd been through in just a few hours.

That tremendous fear and pain in the previous few hours made Seasonal Warm almost unconscious, but just opened her eyes and looked at him as if she had lost her focal length, staring at the man who personally rescued her from the abyss at the time of her life and death, and finally believing in what kind of body and spirit a man, sometimes cold or sometimes gentle, had during the week.

Just like that Mo Jingsheng that I saw in Cambodia three years ago, his judgment, the XI base behind him, and those who had a single hand like K. 's men and brothers, this is the most visible Mo in the suit, taking off the suit is the ruthless decision-maker, this is the Mo Jingsheng that she is already familiar with, the man she loves.

He's willing to put up with everything for her, and she's not.

Season Warm understood his love in the line of life and death, but at this moment, when the heavens and the earth were lost, she looked at her with an idle look. Her eyes were stunned by the array, she couldn't move, she couldn't even say a complete word.

“Seasonal warmth, talk.” Mo Jing deeply guessed that she would get hurt in Atsuta's hand, but didn't expect to get hurt like this. He had found her fast enough, but Atsuta was a madman without half humanity after all.

Seeing the corner of her mouth and the blood on her head, Mo Jing withstood the violent slaughter. Seeing her not speak, she suddenly wanted to stop her from lifting her waist.

“Mo Jing Deep...” Seasonal warmth slowly opened his mouth as he was about to be held by him, but his voice was fine as a mosquito.

Mo Jing took a deep breath and looked down at her. She thought he was hurting her by the way she got up: “A car will be here shortly, she will be going to the hospital soon, let me know where it hurts. ”

His voice was depressed very low, like fear of scaring her so fragile and tired, more like fear of scaring herself, who was already going mad.

Even in Cambodia, Ji Wen did not get hurt like this, when she was just kicked in the foot by Dali, burned in the hands, pointed at the head with a gun, and he hated killing Dali directly at the last minute.

Mojing now relies on a little bit of reason to stay calm, but Seasonal Warm shakes his head gently in his arms, buries his face in his shirt, breathes the smell in his arms, clean, refreshing, cold, yet has his own warmth.

“I'm sorry that they threatened you with adventure... I wasn't careful... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have come to Los Angeles..."

Mojing's dark eyes filled with heartache: “This has nothing to do with you, and if they don't find you around me, they'll get in trouble with other people, Los Angeles and my parents, and even if you've been in Haicheng all along, they won't be able to transfer the target to you, they'll use worse means. For such a person, any presence associated with me is the means by which they try to overthrow me. ”

Apologies for not dissipating in the warm eyes of the season. Mojing held her head deeply and bowed her head and kissed her hair. Lowered: "You came to Los Angeles just to talk business, at least you are the head of the MN group, it is not realistic that you have been in Haicheng, you have not involved me, the fault is that I put you in danger, not you. Warm up, tell me where it hurts. Don't hold back, don't blame yourself. You hear me? ”

Seasonal Warm smiled powerlessly: “I should have learned to shoot with Feng Ling in the first place... and I didn't take that defensive technique seriously... if I could be a little strong, I could at least help you, not drag you..."

Mo Jing frowned deeply, hugged her tightly in her arms, kissed her hair, kissed the blood on her forehead, and finally fell to her ear, warmly said: “I don't need it, you just be yourself enough, what I love is now you, don't need to change, don't need to learn anything. These things don't need you to touch them. A peaceful life is the most precious thing. I'd rather you live in peace forever than touch anything else related to gun kidnapping. Be good, don't think about it. ”

Seasonal warm face hurts, probably because the wind on the road is too cold and stinging, she can't see how scary she is with half the blood covered in her face, just put her head in his arms, mute: “Say... if I die in their hands today... will I ever go back to where we met... or... only once in my life can I go back to you... will I ever find you again...”

“What are you talking about?” Mo Jing's heart fell apart and saw the season warm, painful and cold shaking in his arms, taking off his underwear and covering her directly.

And at this moment, the rear drove a few more cars, which looked the same model as the people driving at base XI, and Ink was about to warm up and go over the season, but suddenly, his eyes suddenly glanced at the two cars, suddenly parked a few meters away in the black off-road, and his eyes swept over the license plates of those cars.

It is true that it is a car from Base XI, and the license plate number belongs to the group of Land Cruisers that XI remembers, but the black wheels have some almost invisible blood on them.

There was no change on the deep surface of the ink scene, but it was a sudden moment to carry the season warmth. The driver's door of the two cars was opened suddenly, and suddenly the two people jumped down, and the guns in the hands of the two men directly pointed in the direction of the depth of the ink scene.

K. and other cars are surrounding Atsuta's car in the distance at the moment. However, it was not expected that those who came to the rear for support had been intercepted by Atsuta's men and a car from Base XI had been driven to confuse them.

As soon as they saw the two people who had just gotten out of the car lifting their guns at them, the season warm suddenly leaned tightly in the arms of Ink View.