Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mo Jingshen received a call from the hospital and left the XI base again and drove directly back to the hospital.

Dr. Wendell said that season warmth had not been taken away by the group of Cambodians during the dangerous period, and that when she was taken to the car, she should have hit her head somewhere. The head injury caused subarachnoid hemorrhage, which was not fatal, but the time she recovered had become unpredictable.

When Mojing returned to the hospital, he went back to the base in his clothes, black trousers, black T-shirts, because knowing that the time to wake up warm in the season was unpredictable, the whole person seemed to smell boneless and dark.

Apart from having even changed his clothes and taken a bath, he had not cleaned himself for a few days. The short black hair was blown by the wind a little messy. He still had a beautiful face. The five officers were deep in 3D and only left cold.

He walked back outside the ICU ward and looked through the glass at the scene.

Because seasonal warming can no longer be torn, brain surgery can no longer be transferred to the operating room, but is performed directly in the ICU of severe illness.

Through this protective glass window, Ink looked at the seasonal warmth and lay there, without even having to fight anesthesia, and there seemed to be no perception during the surgery.

The doctor was working on her drums, and from time to time, a variety of medical devices were producing drip sounds, cardiac respiratory blood pressure monitoring and other images.

Looking at the image, there was sometimes no faint heartbeat, the deep under-eye of the ink scene hidden the surge, stepped on the full floor of the ice, and the long, drawn figure stood straight in front of the glass.

When K. rushed back, what he saw was that Mo Jing had always stood there, and he walked over quickly with a cold, careless side face.

K. knew that Ji Wen's physical condition had been very critical every recent day, and Mr. Mo couldn't leave, so he respectfully told him about Tu's presence at the base again. It was estimated that Tu could not survive for a few days. After simply clarifying the disposition of the group of people related to Tu, he did not bother him anymore and left directly.

The hospital hallway outside the ICU became silent again.

Mojing looked deeply at the warmth of the season, slowly raising his hand and placing it on the glass window.

The palms gradually come together, clenching into fists, and the bones are white.

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A week later...

Seasonal warmth is still not awake, oxygen tubes are inserted in the nose, injections are injected in the back of the hand, the back of the 100-well sore hand, apart from a pale, is a trace of cyanosis left by the pinhole.

But luckily, starting this morning, the season's warm wounds have healed and the viscera injured by the bullet has recovered nicely. Although still living in the ICU, two hours of visiting time per day is allowed here.

Qin Shiting walked into the ward and saw Mo Jingshen sitting by the hospital bed, watching the sleeping season warmth.

How long she slept these days, how long Mo Jingshen was here with her. The vice president and his assistant were in charge of things inside and outside the company. Seasonal warmth could not eat. Mo Jingshen had barely eaten these days, only a few bites were taken once in a while when they forced her on the table.

Qin Shiting walked behind him: “The phone you put outside rang. I looked at it and it was the Haicheng Jijia. It is estimated that there has been no news from Ji Wen these days. What can I do for her? ”

Mojing looked deeply at the time: “I'll call him back later. ”

Qin Shiting nodded: “Now that Ji Wen is hurt like this, the people on Haicheng's side should still not tell, wait for her vital signs to stabilize, otherwise so many people will definitely rush over, especially your old Mo family, at such an age, he knows less about these things and worries less. ”

Mo Jingdeep no longer spoke, his eyes still rested on the face of the sleeping man on the hospital bed, motionless.

Knowing Mo Jingshen's current state, it seems that nothing has anything to do with him except wait for the season to warm up.

Qin Shiting couldn't say much more. He only patted him on the shoulder, and then looked at the warmth of the season. He also seemed to have no dreams in his sleep. He couldn't move and looked pale enough to look transparent. He didn't seem to be a real person.

Mo Jingdeep placed her hand on the hand of the season warmth without an injection, holding her hand firmly in the palm of her hand covered in purple and blue marks.

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Half a month later.

Season-warming wards have allowed Mo Jing-deep to be there with her every day.

The woman's soft, white hand was always held in his hand, and the phone placed beside the bed shook, Mo Jing glanced deeply and lifted her other hand to pick up the phone.

“Mr. Mercer, there's a stepfather who was recognized in Mexico, black in Mexico. Hand. Godfather of the Party, more than 20 years ago is also in various war-torn countries around the globe. In recent years, the power has been divided up by half. The rest of his men and wealth are not enough to sustain them. That's why he sent Tu Tai to find a way to earn those billions of billions of dollars of black heart money from the sources of underground arms in your mouth. Now that Tu Tai's father-in-law has been found by us, because a few months ago liver cancer was detected, the normal Dragon Bell is lying in the hospital waiting to die. His men have run away because they were too unfavourable to see Tu. There are only a dozen people around, but now he is under our control. He wants to talk to you on the phone, do you want to answer? ”

Mo Jing Deeply Cold: “The dying man, what else do you want to say? ”

The other party gave the phone directly to Mrs. Atsushi's father-in-law, and then there was an old powerless voice: “Mr. Control, I had dealt with you many years ago, but at that time you didn't find out about me, and I didn't expect that my only son now falls into your hands. ”

Mo Jing was speechless and only slowly rubbed her hands in the palm of her hand, gently rubbing them over each of her fingers, like warming her cold hands so that her hands did not stay cold.

“Mr. Control, there is a saying in China called Mantis Arm as a car, I know this is the situation we are in, there is no qualification to talk to you at all, but I have no children under my knees, Atsuko is my only son in law, I have been very loyal and respectful with you for many years, I am willing to send you all my remaining wealth, just please let him go, now I want to know how you really have my son? ”

The dark, dark eyes of the ink scene filled with a cold, thin smile: "You should ask me what I'm going to do with you. ”

It doesn't release people at all, and it's horribly clear what it means to have them all networked from top to bottom.

The person opposite the phone was instantly mute and was about to continue talking, Mo Jingdeep suddenly glanced at the hand that was in his palm, his index finger slightly moved.