Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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I just helped Mo Jingshen to deal with the injuries on his head. The hatch was opened again at this time. Feng Ling was about to enter, but first saw Mo Jingshen's black shirt thrown aside.

She stepped back, took a decisive step back, did not go in, and said outside, "Mr. Mo, the US police officer Ent is responsible for commanding you this time."

Ji Nuan was busy holding him, and didn't want him to go out in such a situation.

Mo Jingshen pressed her hand on his shoulder, patted him comfortably, and said outside: "I see."

After speaking, he turned to look at Ji Nuan: "Sergeant Ente once had some friendship with me. This time he could fly from the United States to Cambodia deliberately. It can't be simple rescue. He has the benefits he wants. Let's go. Talk, you're resting here, Feng Ling is with you. "

Ji Nuan's hand left from him: "Where to talk?"

"Not far away, the people in the hinterland of this battalion have been controlled, and they have been surrounded by base personnel and the police. It is very safe. I just want to talk about things on paper. Huh? "He squeezed her face.

It was difficult to pull him back to him, and as a result, there were so many follow-up questions that he needed to come forward in person.

Obviously you can't take a good rest in this way.

Ji Nuan was unwilling, but still couldn't drag him on his face, and nodded: "Okay."

Mo Jingshen picked up the blood-stained black shirt. Ji Nuan was about to say that the shirt was all blood, but now there are no other clothes that can be worn here, and then he chokes up when he reaches his mouth.

Fortunately, the shirt is black, and if you don't know it, you won't notice blood on it.

Mo Jingshen buckled a few buttons at will. It seemed that he hadn't changed much except that there were shallow stubble and a little paler on the side of his chin. He was injured but not embarrassed.

By contrast, Ji Nuan's white sarong skirt looked terrible.

Seeing the man come out of the hatch, Ji Nuan followed, and without being stepped out, he was blocked by Feng Ling outside.

"Mrs. Mo, rest inside, don't come out," Feng Ling said.

Ji Nuan's eyes were not far away. The road she had traveled back and forth in the middle of Yingzhai in the past two days was covered with blood, and those in the gang were lying motionless there.

The nausea in her stomach reappeared, and she turned round back and sat back in the cabin.

She really is not suitable for going out.

In China, in Haicheng, a person who has lived in He Pingsha for many years has faced such a turmoil, chaos and killing for the first time, watching the blood on the ground and the empty shells of different models. She I'm afraid it will be a nightmare for two years.

Feng Ling was dutifully guarding outside, and after a few words with the people outside the helicopter, he entered the cabin again.

"Don't sleep?" Seeing Ji Nuan kept his eyes open, Feng Ling asked.

"I fell asleep a few hours ago when there was still a random gunfire below. I slept for a few hours, and now I have no sleepiness." Ji Nuan leaned against the wall of the cabin and said with emotion: "Feng Ling I feel like these days ... it's like watching a movie ... "

Feng Ling chuckled: "Can you see your hands full of injuries when you watch a movie?"

"At least survived, didn't you? At least Mo Jingshen was also safe." Ji Nuan turned to look at her.

"That's right, I have done many missions at the base these years. I have seen too many lives and deaths, and people are indeed more important than anything. During this period, whether it is an unexpected experience or a peaceful life, it is like a cloud of sight, maybe like That ’s what you said, as long as something passes, it is a movie of life. ”Feng Ling smiled.

Ji Nuan glanced at her again at this moment: "Past? The last time I took the pill in T city, it means that it can pass in the past?"

"It didn't happen before." Feng Ling suddenly turned his face again.

For a few days in a row, Ji Nuan didn't dare to laugh, and immediately laughed, tilted his head and looked at her: "I'm really curious about how you and Nanheng got here. Before, I was a brother. Later, I counted what?"

Feng Ling expressionless: "Now brother."

"Really?" Ji Nuan tickled his lips. "How do I think you treat him as a brother, but he treats you as his woman?"

"Mrs. Mo, was your hand stained with water just now?" Feng Ling suddenly looked at her and shifted the subject bluntly.

"Huh?" Ji Nuan saw Feng Ling suddenly take the medicine box.

"Why should I disinfect you again?"

"... Forget it, it hurts." Ji Nuan put his hand directly behind him.

I feel that Feng Ling is not so calm and even irritable every time I encounter a topic related to Nanheng.

Forget it, I still do n’t want to pierce her heart. Her husband did n’t honestly accompany her to rest here at this moment. She did n’t control her own man. How can she manage the matter of Feng Ling?

But having said that, if Mo Jingshen is like a towering ancient tree deeply rooted in the earth, she can shield her from the wind and rain all the time, then Nanheng may be like the wind, and this man is not only equally unfathomable Even more distant tentacles are hard to come by. With Feng Ling's temperament, if he is really serious, he doesn't know what he will be bullied.

Therefore, Feng Ling still better follow her.

...

After about two hours, it was dark, and Feng Ling went to fetch some dry bread and mineral water to let Ji Nuan pad his belly first.

But Ji Nuan couldn't eat it. Even though the cabin door was closed, she could still smell the **** smell outside.

Besides, Mo Jingshen has n’t eaten or drank for so many days. He should n’t have eaten yet. How can she eat it?

Seeing Ji Nuan holding dry bread in her hand, she always looked at the gauze in her hand. Feng Ling knew that she needed some time to settle in her heart. After all, the experience of these days should make her unforgettable.

Feng Ling said nothing, opened the door, got off the plane, and went outside to check the injuries of the other brothers in the base.

Until the surrounding jungle screamed for the night's exclusive insects because of the darkness, Mo Jingshen finally returned.

Mo Jingshen entered the door and saw the intact bread and unopened mineral water in Ji Nuan's hand and asked her, "Why not eat?"

Hearing his voice, Ji Nuan slammed back, and stood up and lifted the two things in his hand in the direction of him: "Give you food."

Mo Jingshen stared at her for a long while, and finally slowly chuckled her lips, walked over, and took the little woman who was expecting him to eat into her arms: "I have already drank water in the afternoon, and I simply ate Something, not hungry now. "

"But you haven't eaten for a few days. Can you eat just that little? Can you sustain your physical strength?" Ji Nuan couldn't stand the thought of not eating or drinking these days. It hurts.