The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 285: Ink and darkness means unclear hook, dumb?

She stunned her expression in an instant, raised her eyes and looked into the inside of the wooden house.

There was a man standing in the wooden house, facing away from the doorway, and facing the wooden house, dozens of thin steel bars were nailed through the gap of the steel bars, standing silently there, looking out the window.

A pair of black Italian handmade shoes are reflected in her field of vision. The shoes are more carefully treated than the previous ones. Now they look old, with mud and a little dark red blood.

The upward leg, as always straight and slender, wrapped in black trousers, the black handmade shirt is somewhat creased, more like hiding some blood, but almost can not be seen because of the color of the shirt.

But even in such a situation, the man is just standing there quietly, still clean, clear, expensive, and indifferent.

And absolute, high above.

Such a high level is not as high as it is when you are in a high position in the business world, but it seems to be a scent of muddy smudges. No matter what evil or filth will entangle him, he can still wash. Going to China, it is impeccable.

He stood there, he is still him.

Ink depth...

He is really here!

The warmth of the season is moving, but because the person named Dali is behind her, only about one meter away from her, she will immediately be aware of any unusual attitudes and actions, so that not only her I will be killed, and it is very likely that even the innocent Mo Jingshen will be implicated.

She silently placed the tray and food in her hand on the table in front of the door. The man in front of the window stood there indifferently and did not look back. She secretly bite her teeth and did not make a sound.

Dali stood behind her, watching her every move.

Seeing that she put the food down, Dali suddenly said a word in English: "Mr. Control! We caught a woman. The taste of the rice she made is more in line with the taste of your Chinese. You have not had a drink for three days and three nights. I have eaten a bite of water, and please ask Mr. Control not to fight with us so much. If you die, the secrets of those arms deals may not be able to keep up..."

The man in front of the window did not seem to hear it, and did not look back.

The original ink depth is the Control called in their mouth.

Dali sees that Mojing Shen does not respond, and is not in a hurry. He said in cold voice: "Mr. Control, the woman we just caught does not know whether it is from China or Japan, or other countries in Asia. It is very beautiful. Our Ajib’s plan is to let her work here first. When the action is over, give her to these brothers to enjoy it. If Mr. Control likes it, Ajib may make you the first one. She, this woman is still clean..."

The warm season has been low, and I heard the words clenched the empty tray in my hand, and my eyes fixed on the food on the table.

Have you ever eaten or drunk water for three days and three nights?

How did he come over?

"But unfortunately, this woman is a dumb..." Dali added.

The man in front of the window was obviously disturbed by Dali’s noise and turned his head.

At the moment when the ink was turned deep, the warm heart of the season mentioned the eyes of the blind.

When the man in front of the window saw her, she picked up her eyelids, and the faint sight swept over her, and finally fell on her white dress.

The eyes are extremely dull, like looking at irrelevant objects, and seemingly strangers that have never been seen before. The beautiful face is also shocking, but there is a moment of depth, as if there is a tulle. It’s cool and cool, but this silky emotion has passed by. No one has caught it. Even the warmth of the season is tightened by his cold-eyed heart. If it’s not sure that he’s indeed ink-deep, she Almost all doubts about whether he is exactly the same person as he is, one who does not know her at all.

She only swiftly swept him and looked away.

When Mo Jing looked at her, she was looking at her eyes, unscrupulous and even cold.

"Get out." The voice of the clear voice, the sentence spit out from his mouth, is an easy-to-understand English.

The warmth of the season was shocked, and I felt that the hairs of the whole body had to be frozen and stood up. Dali was also cold-eyed on the side, looking at the warmth of the season that had been quiet, and looked at it and seemed to have just caught it. The woman is very strange and another, as indifference to the indifference of thousands of miles away, this dispels the suspicion of the warm season.

"Why should Mr. Control not be able to live with his own life? This ordinary person has been lying in bed for three days and has no strength. Mr. Control, you can not sleep or endlessly stale with us, but how about you? It’s also a mortal, how long can you stay? One day? Two days? Or ten days?” Dali said with a smile.

Ink is deeply indifferent.

Dali smiled coldly and pointed his finger at the table: "Are you sure not to eat? The food made by this woman tastes really good."

Ink and deep face expressionless, glanced at the food on the table at the corner, still cold: "What did she do?"

Hearing what seemed to be in his mind, Dali suddenly looked at her with vigilance and the warmth of the season that had been quietly there.

As a result, Mo Jing Shen walked over and stopped at the table, rubbing his eyelids and glanced at the warmth of the season: "Which country?"

The season is warm and the lips are not spoken.

Dali snorted a few times: "I have said that she is a dumb, the skin is so white, it is estimated that China is not Japan, or it may be from South Korea."

Ink darkness means unclear hook on the lower lip: "Dumb?"

"How? Mr. Control does not believe?" Dali suddenly reached out and rubbed on the warm-armed arm. The quarter-warming and painful bite of the dead bite, but always silent, stiff face, don't open his eyes, don't look at the ink. The expression of depth of field, she is afraid that her line of sight will be exposed to him.

Dali glared at her while paying attention to the face of Mo Jingshen.

Mo Jingshen did not even look at the warm season. He said: "Ajib is getting more and more understanding of me. I know that I have a lot of waste in your group, and finally sent a dumb."

Dalyton took a look at him.

Ink darkness is cold and cold: "Unfortunately, I am not interested."

Dali squatted, his hand removed from the warm arm of the season, and before he spoke, he saw that the hand of Mo Jingshen was slightly lifted, and the food on the table was overturned without any mercy. The soup was sprinkled on the ground. He didn't look at it, and the cold turn turned out to be extremely annoying to them.

Seeing this is no different from the previous few days. Dali had no choice but to pull her out of the warm neckline and slammed the door of the wooden house.

(End of this chapter)