Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

1: 00 A.M.

It's been exactly five hours since the seasonal warmth was sent to the emergency room.

For five hours, the paramedics inside never came out, and the lights on the emergency room were on for five hours, indicating that the first aid procedure was not over, but also indicating that Seasonal Warm lasted at least five hours.

Time passed little by little, Nanheng just solved some of Mrs. Tu's people, tracked her for several hours and finally pressed Mrs. Tu herself. She didn't even have time to breathe, so she rushed to the hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital, they saw the empty emergency hall, the group of medical personnel who could not even speak loudly, and the patients and their families who were in contact.

And then he went inside, and he went outside the door of the emergency room in the innermost room, and he saw the ink depth sitting in that row of benches, covered in blood.

Dark ink, both tops and trousers, the blood stains have dried and the colour of the blood on the face and hands has become much darker, not wiped off at all.

The man who has always had a measure for everything, calm and intelligent, this moment is like a lost stray in confusion, his eyes painted black, but he can't see a spot of splendor, deep as if he can suck people in, the whole person sits there motionless, quiet and terrible.

Nanheng had something to say, after all, the person who is lying inside now is Ji warm, but can see the depth of Mo Jing so that he can only stand not far away, frowned for a long time, and did not come close.

“Boss.” K. walked over to him and whispered, “Mrs. Mo's injured position does not look good, it is in this area. ”

K. raised his hand and placed it on the spine behind Nam Heng's back: "Here...”

Nanheng's eyebrows were tightened more instantly: “Shit, this grandson of Tu Tai. ”

“It was Mrs Mo who suddenly stopped Mr. Mo...” K. whispered, “Don't mention Mrs. Atsu and the others in front of him now, otherwise if Mrs Mo really had anything, Mr. Mo would probably go to murder...”

“You think he didn't kill?” Nanheng Cold Road: “Forget three years ago in Cambodia, who made up for the last completely deadly shot on Dali's forehead? It was also because of the warmth of the season, and he even broke his vow not to kill and stain blood in front of Master Mo. What good fruit do you think Tu will eat this time? I'm afraid it would be hard to quench his hatred if he was scratched to death by the lingering delay of his life. ”

K. stopped talking, just worried about looking at the lights in the emergency room.

“Have you notified Qin Shiting? ”

“Notified, Dr. Qin had surgery a few hours ago, and booked a direct flight to Los Angeles after busy hours. He is expected to arrive in the morning, and I also notified Feng Ling...”

When he heard Feng Ling's name, Nan Heng's expression paused. He suddenly glanced at him. K. moved his eyes directly and did not speak.

If it were for any other reason, Feng Ling would not return to Los Angeles at all, but now it is the end of the season and she will definitely come back.

Nanheng looked at Mo Jingdeep again. After a while, he frowned and pulled out a box of cigarettes to turn around and walked out of the hospital. He smoked outside the hospital door for a long time. Finally, he went back with the smell of cigarettes. He saw Mo Jingdeep still sitting there in that position.

He walked over and threw half a box of cigarettes at him. The ink depth was not picked up, and the cigarette box dropped directly on the floor along his bloodstained trousers.

Nan Heng glanced directly at him and glanced at him. "I've known you for so many years, today I've seen you lose your calm side. But what good is it if you suffer again? When the brothers in the XI base were on a mission, one after the other said that men could not cry, but how many times before human life, I have reddened my eyes, how many times I hated them, but if I hate and resent them again, everyone is just flesh and blood. There are no miracles in the world. If you can keep them, you can't keep them. Even if you stab the day out of a cave, people will still leave...”

“We all came around the ghost gate, and Seasonal Warm's life, after she fished you out of the Los Angeles River when she was a teenager, was doomed to you, even if her life was supposed to be safe, calm and peaceful, but who let her meet you? I don't think she deserves it. I think she admitted it. If she didn't really love it, no one would have the courage to stop the gun. I can see that her feelings for you have not diminished over the years of separation. When I watched Mr. Saint take people to London, I thought you were still calm. Now you finally admit it. Will it hurt you too? ”

Mo Jing closed his eyes slowly, still sitting there, Nanheng sat on the bench opposite him, and turned his eyes to the light on the emergency room. After a moment, he said: “Since people can still hold on this long after they arrive at the hospital, maybe she can hold on a little longer, hold on for one more day, two days, as long as it lasts for a certain amount of time, maybe there is rescue, injuries to that position will usually be shot directly, maybe a little bit of a distance, which may be a missed distance. At this time, I don't have any comfort words and coddling words to say, but I believe that Seasonal Warm won't leave so easily, and she won't be willing to leave. ”

Ink opened his eyes deeply and his dark eyes looked at his hands dropping between his legs, looking at the colors that had darkened a lot of blood.

The ears are filled with the sound of seasonal warmth and blood.

You're the only one willing to put up with everything for me... do you think... you're the only one who will love...

You think you're the only one who loves me?

The phrase kept echoing in my mind, and Ink's deep brain buzzed, and some machines slowly raised their hands and looked at the blood on it.

Thank you for loving me, for this life, for not really giving up on me.

Thank you for asking me.

To be able to say these words is to show how carefully she loves, how careless she is, how afraid she will not return after another decade of walking in one go, and how afraid this turn will be to live and die again.

She seemed resilient without any feeling, but she was pushed away step by step and told herself that he was dead in order to let her go, and her expression, imprinted in her brain, could not be waved.

She's been scared.

But he pushed her so far when she was most frightened and scared.

She even tried so hard to grab him in order to retain him, not even the most dignity, but finally she pushed him away.

Reminds me that when she signed the divorce agreement, she didn't even intend to see him for the last time and left England directly.

It hurts me to think of her falling in his arms with blood and saying that she never stopped loving him and that she ended up saying very low and low when he was pregnant...

Yeah, it is.

It hurts.

The whole heart deep in ink seemed to be cooked on a frying pan, and it cracked and almost broke.