The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 201 I warned you, don't move the season warm, take my words as a slap in the face?

The medical staff inside saw him coming in, and turned to look at the man with a strong atmosphere.

Mo Jingshen is still the clothes that came when he came. The shirts still have some blood on the warm head of the season, but they are not embarrassed.

I saw this cold and tall man, and then saw that Junmei’s face was cold and awe-inspiring. The medical staff in the whole clinic were afraid of his clear and cold eyes. After all, he sent people in for ten minutes. No one has been able to help Miss Ji to deal with the wounds until now.

"First, sir... Miss Ji, she won't let us touch..." One doctor opened his mouth: "Her emotions are unstable. We are afraid that forcibly touching her will add too much burden and excitement to her heart." ...you see this..."

Ink viewed the quarterly warmth that was surrounded by several people. The thin lips were cold and the legs were straight, and they went straight.

When approaching, the warm season still helpslessly curled up there, and the head does not lift.

He has never seen this look of the warm season.

The warm season he saw was cheerful and bright. Although the character changed a few months ago, she was still the one who was the first. She just had more reason and more goals in life. She is still confident and bright as always.

He has never seen such a pale face like paper, and his eyes are astonished as she is full of defense against the whole world.

Even she huddled there, her body trembled, her eyes didn't dare to look at anyone, her hands on her lips, her fingers biting her fingers, like something that made her heart unbearable and irritating. Stopping invades her reason.

Ink deep down, hugged her from the corner of the bedside, caressing her back, and whispered lowly: "You have a wound on your body, you need to see a doctor, lick a little, and we will go back after handling the wound."

Hearing the sound of Mo Jingshen, the warmth of the season slowly raised his head, and his face was so scared that he couldn’t hide it, but because he saw the man beside him, she did not resist his contact. But still a pair of eyes full of defense.

The doctor saw her honestly, and wanted to hold her when she was hugged by the gentleman, holding alcohol cotton to help her clean the blood on her head.

As a result, the hand did not touch it, and I heard the low indifference of the woman: "Don't touch me!"

Doctors:"……"

Sure enough, except for this gentleman, she really does not allow anyone to touch her.

This is because of too much stimulation, and how much trust and dependence on this gentleman can make him the only one.

Seeing the warm season, this is really afraid of the touch of others. He stroked his hand on her head and said lightly: "Is there any uncomfortable place on the body?"

Warm the head in the warm season.

"Do you have a headache?" he asked.

She still shook her head, but when his hand touched the wound on her head, she still wrinkled her brow.

Mo Jingshen did not say more, with his eyes instructing the doctor to put all the things that can be used to treat the wound on the shelf at his hand, and then personally help the warmth of the forehead and the blood flowing to the cheeks, and then she Wiping around the wound, I saw that her wound was not very deep, but the wound on the surface was smashed by the cobblestone wall. No need to suture, he took the alcohol cotton and continued to help her wipe.

Although the wound is not deep, but the wound is not small, the tingling from the alcohol warm cotton to the wound gives the stimulation to the whole body, but when she looks at her in the low-lying concern of Mo Jing, she bites again. The lips don’t scream, they endure the pain, they don’t move.

"Don't bite yourself." Mo Jingshen took a piece of clean gauze, folded it into a thick square, put it on her mouth, and continued to help her wounds disinfect when the gauze was bitten in the season.

During the season, the warmth was really no pain, but the more pale face exposed how painful she was.

In the end, Mo Jingshen put her wound on the medical gauze, then stroked her sweaty hair, tied her hair with a rubber band borrowed from a female doctor, and then came to the ice bag. The half of her face that swollen her hair was cold.

After doing all this, the season warmth is not talking in his arms, and still does not allow other people to touch her. Any inspection can not be done. I repeatedly asked her if she is uncomfortable. After confirming that she has no other problems, Mo Jingshen directly Take her out of the hospital.

After returning to the apartment, the season warmed up and fell asleep quickly. It was only a nightmare. I woke up in less than five minutes. Even if Mo Jingshen had been holding her to sleep, she was still awakened from time to time. Every time she woke up, she woke up. I have to look at the lights in the room for a long time, as if I am sure where she is, until she is relieved that she is safe, then she closes her eyes and does not take long to wake up.

So repeated, until the early morning, she only slept a little longer, but still in her sleep, both hands tightly grasped the ink cuffs of Mo Jingshen, as if he was afraid of leaving, only to drop herself.

In the early hours of the morning, Wan Hao was silent.

Mo Jingshen's cell phone vibrates at the bedside. He looks at his face in his arms and sleeps for more than half an hour. He reaches out and takes a call, picks it up and picks it up.

The other party apparently did not expect that he would actually pick up the phone. I have been ignored for so many times in the past, but this time, he picked it up.

"Depth of field." On the other side of the phone, a happy female voice was heard: "I am sorry for the snowy thing, she is..."

"After the express delivery incident, I warned you, don't move the season warm, take my words as a whisper?" The man's voice has a chill that permeates the heart, and the cold temperature seems to have pulled the indoor air down.

The woman on the other side of the phone was about to speak, but he heard him indifferently: "Whether you or the Su family, since I have given up my last tolerance for you, after today, you will know the consequences of getting me."

The other party has not had time to say a word, the phone has been hung up indifference.

Mo Jingshen threw the phone on the table, and saw the season warm. In his sleep, he began to frown again. The uneasy hand was next to his cuff, like a terrible person chasing in a dream, like running away. The whole person was sleeping tightly beside him.

The man's hand avoided the wound on her head, stroked it on the top of her head, and after a few minutes of appeasement, the warm body of the season gradually relaxed, his face stuck in his arms, and his brow slowly stretched out.

If it is only the things that happen in the basement of the bar tonight that make her feel irritated, it is normal to feel uneasy. From her various performances, the stimulus she is not is not pure.

When she vented in the basement to stab the man with a knife, a pair of red eyes seemed to see something else through that person. Her madness at the time was not just a vent, such hatred and fear, and not simple.

(End of this chapter)