Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Nanheng is close to 1 meter 9, Feng Ling is also close to 1 meter 7, which is about 20 centimeters away.

When he looked down at her, he could clearly see each of her lashes, as if a little bit of frost had formed because he had seen him, without half the temperature.

Even though for ten months, her appearance had been crowned with the shell of the envelope, she still had the envelope in her bones.

Isolated and indifferent.

Moving his head, some acidity was a little painful, he couldn't tell what it was like. Nan Heng threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and stomped his foot out for a moment. He was about to reach out and grab her wrist, but she avoided it without a trace. At the same time, he avoided a metre away from the back.

Nan Heng looked down at her and said, "It's been ten months. Are you going to keep avoiding me like this? ”

Feng Ling, as if he did not hear him, looked cold, gave up going to take the elevator and turned to go directly to the safety passage in the other direction.

Nan Heng's face suddenly quickly followed.

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Qin Shiting hurried back to the hospital and went into the emergency room with Dr. Wendell. If the time is delayed a little longer, Ji Wen feared that he would lose his breath directly in that hotel.

A few hours later, Seasonal Warm was sent back to the intensive care unit. This time, the hospital was considered to have eaten a long and intelligent meal, allowing people from Base XI to enter the quarantine zone, put on a disinfected coat and guard outside the ward.

Mojing was deep behind the visiting glass outside the ward, watching the immobile season warm inside, all the medical devices damaged by those people had been replaced with other new equipment, she was lying there, all white, almost submerged in the pile of medical lines and instruments of all colors beside the bed, Mojing stood here for as long as she could, she was immobile for as long as she could.

Qin Shiting took part in the first aid and went to take a bath and changed her clothes. After seeing Mo Jingshen, she could finally stand directly outside the ward and look at the season warmth. She walked over and said: “She was so badly injured, she was tortured out by those people just after the surgery. She was just disinfected and re-treated the wound. I saw that her vital signs were still stable, but she was still very weak. Anyway, I lost her life last night. I had her in my hands. ”

There was no emotional change on Mojing's deep face, but when he looked at the warmth of the season in the inner bed, his eyes were dim, closer to the ink color, and his voice was low and slow: “Even if I looked outside last night, I wouldn't necessarily find the situation inside. After all, the quarantine zone was too far away, and the medical personnel were wearing sterilization masks. It had nothing to do with you, so you didn't have to put the blame on yourself. ”

Qin Shiting also looked at the warmth of the season inside: “Those people only want to get what they want from you, so they are always afraid to do it to you, but they are poisonous to the people around you, but they can't afford the warmth of the season. ”

Mo Jing stared deeply at the immobile woman inside and said faintly: “Whoever it is, you can't kill her. ”

The wind is light and cloudy, compared to the battle in the early morning when Mo Jing broke into the hotel alone and fired warning shots, but the words are heavier.

“Tu is still in Nan Heng's hands?” Mo Jing asked deeply.

“I asked K, saying that he was locked up in the base, a lot of people were on guard, waiting for you to take the time to go back and solve it. After all, the person who was injured was Ji Wen, and they knew that this person had to let you solve the hatred yourself. ”

“Seasonal warmth doesn't wake up for a day, and even if it delays him, it doesn't necessarily relieve hatred.” Ink is dark and cold: “Where's Nanheng? ”

Qin Shiting did not answer, but sighed: “You know, Feng Ling rarely went back to Los Angeles because of the warmth of the season. ”

Though the answer is not to be asked, it is also sufficient to make Mo Jing deeply aware of Nanheng's current situation.

Mo Jingdeep did not speak anymore, only looked at the seasonal warmth in the visiting glass, looked at her but after a few days had come down had lost a circle of pale face, looked at her lashes that had not even moved, ears full of what she had said before the accident.

She said she wanted to go back to the Imperial Garden.

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From time to time, in the dark cell, people scold in their mouths, occasionally in Cambodian, occasionally in English, and occasionally in Chinese, all of which go back and forth.

“Let Control meet me! He's a pussy! What the hell is keeping me here? Come see me alone if you can...”

“Control! Chinese name is Mo Jingshen, right? Get the fuck over here! ”

After several days of scolding, he was not sent a bite of rice and a sip of water. For four or five days, Tu had no strength to scold again, and the whole person had reached the brink of death. If he hadn't passed out once, the people at XI base would have broken cold water on him and forced him to wake up and continue to suffer. He took the opportunity to get a sip of water and drink it in, otherwise he would probably be dead by now.

That saliva still stinks and smells bad. It tastes like the squad dog shit and urine from this base is mixed in.

The wounds struck alive on Tu Tai's body have also long dried up. The blood and broken clothes are adhered to her body. The yellow hair is messy over her head, and the sticky almost knot is about to be broken.

He was still scolding, scolding and gasping faintly: "Control! Don't think I'm as easy to die as Ajib! ”

“Of course, your way of dying won't be as simple as Ageb's. You don't need me to come in person. There are hundreds of ways that people here can make you want to live without dying. ”

Suddenly he heard the noise coming from outside, and Tu's eyebrows pressed. He immediately raised his head and looked at the person who had finally appeared outside the door.

As soon as he had a clear look at Mo Jing's deep moment, his eyebrows immediately turned shady.

The man who drove back from the hospital to Base XI looked at Tu Tai in his wolf, his voice was low and mute, and he was distracted: “I must know the source of those underground arms by all means. It was only for the countless fortunes that you two brothers lost your lives, but you couldn't hear me relax once, very unhappy, right? ”

Tu laughed too hard: "Even if you don't tell us the source of the channels, I'm afraid you're not going to swallow those things. Doesn't it feel too bad that billions of dollars worth of wealth are hidden in your silence? ”

“After all these years of eating dead people's food, you can't even earn these billions. Don't expect me to tell you how to get your money. For a piece of crap like you, even if you put something in front of you, you can't swallow astronomical numbers. ”

The deep tone of Mo Jing is so light, the meaning of contempt is so thick.

Tu instantly settled his face in the shadows, handcuffed his immobile hands, and his fingers were almost twisted.