Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“Warm. ”

Mo Jing-deep put her shoulder on her hand and spread the messy hair around her neck aside for her.

Seasonal Warm saw him in a moment, and as he leaned over and was about to lift him, his instincts pounded over him, grabbing his cuffs tightly.

Mojing was meticulous and focused, lifting her directly from the ground, even though the warmth of the season shivered as if the next second would bandage in his arms, as if he had not seen several people in front of the door, and put her on the bed with his own hands.

Seeing the warmth of the season scares and excludes everyone, but the proximity to Ink Landscape is not very intense, or even very dependent.

To be precise, she does not have any active reaction right now, nor does she have any excessive action when Mo Jing hugs her deeply, leaving it to men to help her with her hair and clothes, leaving her to men to pick her up and put her in bed.

Even the maids who had become familiar with the warmth of the season came to deliver the water, almost causing the warmth of the season to go out of control.

But the ink is deep but different.

The cold, tall man sat by the bed, his hands fell on the corner of the season warm and nervous, his voice sank and silent: "I let them go, you rest in the bedroom, relax, eh? ”

It's an inquiry, but the meaning of the inquiry is faint.

Seasonal warmth did not speak, but his fine tremors calmed him down a lot.

He looked at her pale little face and continued to ask faintly, “Did you recognize them, or what you didn't distinguish clearly when you saw them?" ”

She still had no intention of asking, but raised her hand and struck herself in the head, apparently with a headache.

Mo Jing saw her so deeply that she didn't ask any more questions. She helped her to get her horn and get up. This was when she looked at the two people in front of the door who had been stuck for half a day because of this scene.

Ji Hongwen frowned when he saw Mo Jing coming deeper: “How can warmth be like this? I thought you said you were sick. Is she... seriously hurt? Even the head? ”

Xiao Zhenjun also looked at the completely unrecognizable seasonal warmth. How can Xiao's family have no emotions or rejections during the weekdays? But at least she can still calm down and talk rationally, even if she doesn't want to listen, but she will listen to him quietly.

But the current season is warm...

It's hard to imagine what she's been through.

As a result, Xiao Zhenjun's eyes looked deep into Mo Jing and became much colder: “What the hell is going on with her? ”

The cold man looked at them indifferently, and the low voice was even more indifferent: “The security facilities of the Imperial Garden have always been perfect. If you were not the elders of Seasonal Warm, you would probably have been expelled directly by now. Please also ask Director Seasonal Dong Xiao to give her enough quiet space after seeing the real situation. Don't come over to stimulate her any more easily. ”

Mo Jingshen blocked the season warmth in bed behind him, and at the same time looked at Xiao Zhenjun with a fierce frown: “I know that Xiao Dong intends to take her back. After all, Xiao's family has their own medical team, you want to see Qiwen personally for medical treatment. You also saw that, she is easily irritable now. If you let her go somewhere else now, you can't predict what will happen. Please also understand Xiao Dong's physical condition, don't make people feel hard. ”

Xiao Zhenjun's face changed slightly, not hard to hear, Mo Jingshen's words seemed polite, but he was warning him.

He looked at the warmth of the season, deeply protected by Mo Jing in the bed behind him, and Cold Lane: “President Mo, my daughter was quite terminal a few months ago. I just learned that she had just died. I was trying harder to get closer to the relationship between her father and daughter, and now she is like this. Isn't it your responsibility? ”

Ji Hongwen frowned and took the message beside him: “Jing Shen has always been deeply attached to warmth. He would rather let her suffer harm than easily let her suffer it. He looked at Ji Wen the same way. At this time, there is no need to ask for responsibility. He saw that warmth still depends on him in this situation. Isn't the answer already obvious? Whether it's my father who watched her grow up, or your biological father who hasn't seen her in 20 years, it's also very unpleasant for her, but only to Shenzhen Jing, she's completely trusted, what else can be investigated? ”

Xiao Zhenjun's face went down and his tone was very bad: “Xiao's medical team is very professional. If the warmth can't go to Xiao's house to rest, send a medical team to treat her here for 24 hours. ”

Mojing had a thin curve on her deep lips, smiling and not smiling: “She saw that you had all been so frightened. Did you send a few more raw face doctors she'd never seen to break her mind? ”

“So how did she suddenly end up like this? What the hell is going on?” Xiao Zhenjun's face is even heavier.

Yu is Xiao Zhenjun just wanted to bring his daughter home. He didn't mean anything to provoke war. He was calm enough. He could have a deep, cold and intense indifference to the ink scene, and his heart still caught fire.

His daughter was unwilling to go back to Xiao's house when she was healthy. Now that she was ill, she could easily be treated by Xiao's family. By the way, there was no room for father-daughter emotion. But even if Ji Hong Wen blocked the middle, Mo Jingdeep blocked it.

Mo Jingshen's beautiful face had no temperature smile, faintly said: “Don't worry, I also have the most professional and authoritative doctor here, and after these days of treatment, the symptoms of seasonal warming headache have been much reduced, there are also newly developed drugs by the research institute to control her condition, soon she will recover, as for Xiao Dong, it is better to save her daughter also wait until she wakes up, otherwise if I give her to you now, after she wakes up, I fear I will not be able to give her a reasonable explanation. ”

Ji Hongwen took a step forward. "How long will it take to heal? Don't let her run around like that. You must keep an eye on her. ”

Mo Jing took a deep look at Ji Hongwen: “Rest assured, I am on vacation and will stay with her every day. ”

Ji Hongwen sighed and watched as she hid in the quilt with only a pair of eyes in the direction of the door. The season seemed warm, but there was nothing she could do about it. At this time, she could only wait for her recovery.

And since Mo Jingshen has already said that there is a drug treatment specially developed for her, it will shorten the course of the disease, and she will get better as soon as possible, that's all, he can do as a father, at this time can't help much.

But the only people who are fortunate enough to depend on Seasonal Warm are Mo Jingshen, not others with a purpose.

When I thought of this, Ji Hongwen swept Xiao Zhenjun's eyes.