Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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Nan Heng's gaze moved directly from Feng Ling's face, and his eyes were glanced at Ji Nuan.

Ji Nuan has always known that Nan Heng is a person with a simple background. An arms dealer mixed in the United States has such a powerful XI base behind him. He is afraid that the power he possesses is not something ordinary people can know, it is deep. Unpredictable.

But Nanheng has always been good at playing tricks on his mouth for a long time. Ji Nuan was the first time he saw that he was not wearing a shirt and trousers, but was wearing the same black jacket as Feng Ling. This black suit is very Unity, it seems that it should be the equipment of the XI base. He is still indifferent and handsome, and because of this blackness, he adds a lot of cold and mystery.

"What are you doing here?" Nan Hengjun frowned coldly.

"The depth of ink is here." Ji Nuan stared at him in a calm tone.

Nanheng looked at her for a while, then glanced at Feng Ling again: "It's not easy to board the plane and follow you under your eyelids."

Feng Ling: "..."

Obviously, it was a bit of fun, but Feng Ling couldn't laugh with a cold expression.

"In this way, Ji Nuan is definitely not as good as you when it comes to Xiaoyong, but in terms of ingenuity, I think Ji Nuan may be slightly better than you."

Ji Nuan: "..."

Feng Ling: "..."

A few brothers who followed Nanheng: "..."

In the world, only the boss of Nanheng dare to devalue Feng Ling so much. We must know that Feng Ling has repeatedly fought for many years in the base. How many assaults and tasks rely on Feng Ling's alert mind and determination. Forcefully and quickly.

Speaking of ingenuity, Feng Ling stayed in the base for so many years and was never found to be a woman. The Nanheng boss who has been in contact with her the most is the stupidest one, right?

Feng Ling froze and turned to the beginning without looking at Nan Heng, his voice was not wavering: "I asked Mr. A to send Mrs. Mo back."

"Everyone has come, and how can I send it back. She landed in Haicheng today and will try to fly over tomorrow morning. I am afraid that she will be missing not only Mo Jingshen." Nan Heng said coldly: "She tried to avoid it. Our eyes remain in Cambodia, and An An is standing in front of us steadily, which one is more at ease? "

Feng Lingmei Yu said for a moment: "But it's too dangerous here."

"Before she flew, she knew more clearly that she was facing many unknown dangers, and she was not a child. The choices she made herself had the ability to accept and bear. What do you worry about?" Nan Heng said, eyes again Gently glanced at Ji Nuan: "We don't have much time. We will stay in Haicheng. I will give you one last choice."

"I stay." Ji Nuan did not hesitate.

Feng Ling frowned: "But Mrs. Mo you are pregnant!"

Hearing the word pregnancy, Nanheng glanced at Ji Nuan suddenly, and then looked at her belly.

Ji Nuan raised his hand and put it on his flat belly. The tone was gentle: "I will protect myself."

"can……"

Nan Heng raised his hand to Feng Ling to shut up, then looked at the time, told the other brothers and Feng Ling to go first, and finally looked at Ji Nuan, and said solemnly, "Ji Nuan, are you afraid of death?"

Ji Nuan looked into his eyes: "Not afraid."

Afraid of death?

How could a person who has already died be afraid of death.

If you change to someone else, your eyes may still flicker when answering these two words, but Ji Nuan's eyes firmly made Nan Heng squint her eyes, and finally hummed, took a cigarette and put it Into his mouth, squinting his eyes and squinting, he turned his head and said, "Follow."

Say it, turn around and leave.

In this kind of place, no one will take the time to take care of Ji Nuan's physical condition and feelings. There is no Miss Qianjin and Mrs. Nobleman. She has the ability to keep up with everyone. Even if Nan Heng didn't say this, Ji Nuan understood what he meant.

She kept up without a word.

...

Nanheng had been stationed near Tonle Sap Lake in Cambodia for one day and one night. As the most mature member of the base, Feng Ling was bound to participate in this operation, so they suddenly left Haicheng and flew to Cambodia.

When Ji Nuan got out of their car and saw the large warehouse temporarily rented here and the bulletproof tent built by people outside their base, Ji Nuan finally understood what Feng Ling said was not a world with her.

A person living in a peaceful world has heard the most about XI bases related to Feng Ling. He knows some things about trafficking and arms, but he has never involved them.

However, at this moment, Ji Nuan saw that almost everyone had a gun on his waist, and everyone looked serious wearing uniform black uniforms. Suddenly, Ji Nuan's heart raised fiercely. .

"Some compartments have been separated in the warehouse, let Feng Ling take you to rest first." Nan Heng simply explained to Ji Nuan and ignored her.

As the two walked inward, someone next to them looked at Ji Nuan from time to time. There really seemed to be no woman other than Feng Ling in these people. When they saw a woman appearing, their eyes were obviously surprised.

"This is Mr. Mo's wife, Ji Nuan." Feng Ling briefly introduced him in front of the men with guns passing by.

For a moment, those people looked at Ji Nuan's eyes from surprise to respect, nodded kindly to her, and took the initiative to point in: "The third room inside is the cleanest."

Ji Nuan found that these people seemed to have a different respect for Mo Jingshen.

"What is the relationship between Mo Jingshen and you?" Ji Nuan asked when he entered the room where he was temporarily placed.

Already here, Feng Ling knows that Ji Nuan will know sooner or later, and groaned for a moment before whispering: "It is needless to say that Nan Heng's identity is the behind-the-scenes owner of the U.S. underground arms business. Although Mr. Mo was not involved in the underground arms business, However, he tried his best to rescue Nanheng at the most critical juncture, which not only kept Nanheng and his arms confidential channels, but also saved the lives of the owners of our XI base. In short, Mr. Mo was the original Behind the scenes of the U.S. underground military and fire trading community, he holds the secrets behind these arms dealers, and he crushes the enemy with decision-making and judgment that caught the other side by surprise, which is the most trusted and most of us all. The respected people are also those that the enemy hated the most. So I said that day that the head of Mr. Mo's item was worth billions in the eyes of those people. "

Ji Nuan wondered: "Why have I never found these?"

"Because Mr. Mo did not personally involve in black, he only helped us in those years. He has always been a pure Mo family, and he really does not need to use black to open this business. Road, it ’s just that Mr. Mo ’s mind is too much to hate those people. After all, Mr. Mo ’s casual decision-making can cause those people to lose billions of dollars overnight, and even face the danger of being besieged by the police, because a large part of the police forces in the United States are in contact with Mexico. Mr. has contact. So this time in Cambodia, someone should have set up an ambush specially for Mr. Mo. Even the signal was shielded in such a timely manner, which is obviously a deliberate target. It is precisely because of the people they want to target. It is Mr. Mo, that is why he is so cautious. "

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