Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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Nanheng was close to one meter nine, and Feng Ling was close to one meter seven, which was about one or two centimeters behind.

When he looked down at him with a high bow, he could clearly see each of her eyelashes. At this moment, because he saw him, it seemed to be frosting little by little, without any temperature.

Even after ten months of separation, her appearance had been crowned with Miss Fengjia's body, but her bones were still the same as Feng Ling.

Solitary and indifferent.

When I raised my heart, I felt a little bit sour and couldn't tell what it was like. Nanheng still threw away the cigarette **** and lifted it out for a moment. She was about to reach out and hold her wrist. Avoid, while avoiding a distance of one meter away.

Nan Heng looked at her with low eyes, and said huskyly, "I haven't seen you in ten months. Are you going to avoid me like this?"

Feng Ling didn't seem to hear him, his eyes were cool, he gave up going to take the elevator, turned and went directly to the safe passage in the other direction.

Nan Heng's expression paused, and he quickly followed him directly.

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Qin Shiting rushed back to the hospital and entered the emergency room with Dr. Wendel. If the time is longer, Ji Nuan is afraid that he will lose his breath in that hotel.

A few hours later, Ji Nuan was reintroduced into the intensive care unit. This time, the hospital was also considered to be eating a long meal and a long meal, allowing people in the XI base to enter the quarantine area, put on a layer of disinfection coat and guard outside the ward.

Mo Jingshen was looking through the glass outside the ward and watching the warmth of the season lying inside. All the medical equipment damaged by those people had been replaced with other new equipment. She was lying there, all white. She was almost drowned in the pile of medical official lines and instruments of various colors by the bed. As long as Mo Jingshen stood here and watched, she remained motionless for a long time.

After Qin Shiting participated in the first aid, he took a bath and changed his clothes. After seeing Mo Jingshen, he could finally stand directly outside the ward and watch Ji Nuan. He walked over and said, "She was too injured. I was tossed out by those people again. Just after disinfection and retreatment of the wound, I saw that her life signs were still stable, but they were still very weak. No matter what, the person was lost to me last night. Her life It's in my hands. "

There was no emotional change on Mo Jingshen's face, but when looking at Ji Nun on the bed inside, his eyes were dim, closer to the ink, and his voice was low and slow: "Even if I watched outside last night, it was not necessarily You will find the situation inside. After all, the quarantine area is too far away, and the medical staff are wearing sterilizing masks. It has nothing to do with you and you don't have to take responsibility for yourself. "

Qin Shiting also looked at Ji Nun inside: "Those people only want to get what they want from your mouth, so they never dare to attack you, but they are wicked against the people around you. Fate, they can't afford it. "

Mo Jingshen stared at the motionless woman inside, and said lightly: "No matter who it is, she can't take her life."

Compared with the battle in which Mo Jingshen broke into the hotel by himself in the morning and shot a gun warning, the words were light and light, but they had a heavier weight.

"Atu is still in Nanheng's hands?" Mo Jingshen asked lightly.

"I asked A K and said that he was being held in the base. Many people are watching and waiting for you to take time to solve it. After all, the injured person is Ji Nuan. They know that this person must let you solve it yourself to resolve the hate. . "

"Ji Nuan doesn't wake up all day, even if he is late, he may not be relieved of his hatred." Mo Jingshen looked cool: "Where is Nanheng?"

Qin Shiting did not answer, only sighed and said, "You know, Feng Ling is rare to return to Los Angeles because of Ji Nuan."

Although the answer was wrong, it was enough to make Mo Jingshen aware of Nan Heng's current situation.

Mo Jingshen didn't talk anymore, just looking at Ji Nuan in the visiting glass, watching her pale face only a few days later, and watching her eyelashes that had never been moved, all in her ears were What she said before the accident.

She said she wanted to return to the Royal Garden.

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From time to time in the dark cell, someone yelled at him, occasionally in Cambodian language, occasionally English, and occasionally spit out Chinese, and those words came back and forth.

"Let Control come to see me! What a hell! What is it about letting you guys hold me here? You have the ability to see me alone ..."

"Control! Is the Chinese name Mo Jingshen right? Roll over for me!"

Scolded for a few days without being given a sip of food and water. After four or five days, Atutai had no strength to scold again, and the whole person had reached the verge of death. If he had not fainted once during the course, XI Base The man broke the cold water on him and forced him to wake up and continue to be tortured. He took the opportunity to take a sip of water and drank in, otherwise it is estimated that he should die now.

The spit was still stinky, and everyone knew that it should be the **** and urine of the team dogs kept in this base.

The wounds that Atutai had beaten alive were already dry, blood and broken clothes stuck to her body, yellow hair was messy on top of her head, and the sticking was almost knotted.

He was still scolding, gasping weakly as he scolded: "Control! Don't think I die as easily as Ajib!"

"Of course, your method of death will not be as simple as that of Ajib. Without me coming here, there are thousands of ways for people here to make your life impossible."

Suddenly heard the sound coming from outside, A Tutai's brows were pressed, and she immediately raised her head to look at the person who finally appeared outside the door.

The moment he saw the depth of field of ink clearly, his eyebrows instantly became yin.

The man who rushed back to the XI base from the hospital looked at the embarrassing Atu Tai, his voice was low and mute, and he was indifferent: "I also need to know the source of the underground arms sources here for the sake of counting. Endless wealth, the two of you brothers have made a series of fatalities but haven't been able to hear me slacken off, very uncomfortable, have they? "

A Tu was sneer: "Even if you don't tell us the source of those channels, I'm afraid you don't plan to swallow those things. The billion-dollar wealth is so hidden under your silence. Don't you think it's a pity?"

"For so many years in the war-torn countries to earn the hard-earned money to eat the dead, you have n’t made even these billions. Do n’t expect me to tell you the channels and you can get the money. For your waste, Even putting things in front of you is an astronomical number that you can't swallow. "

The lighter the tone of Mo Jingshen, the more scornful it is.

A Tu's face was so dark for a moment, his hands were cuffed and his fingers were almost twisted.