The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 297, she has never seen this aspect of Mo Jingshen.

The blood of the earth could not see who it was. The black shirt on Mo Jingshen could not see the color of blood, but she knew that he had been injured.

And the injury is very serious.

Everywhere behind the **** is very hard and sharp, and his back and his head must have been scarred.

On the narrow, wet land behind the log house, because the two people who fell on the ground, fell into a silence.

The warm clothes in the season are good at the neckline with the elastic band on the shoulders. When it was pulled down, there was no tearing. Mo Jingshen smashed the clothes on her shoulders, and took her whole person into her arms without saying a word. In the middle, hug.

It’s awkward, very hug.

Almost as soon as the two men fell to the ground, there was a buzzing sound in front of them, and the helicopter finally surrounded it. As Mo Jingshen said, there have been many things that have fallen.

The ink was deep and the season was warm, but she held her wrist and took her to a place where she would not be hit by smoke.

Ink Jing’s holding her, she didn’t say anything, and she didn’t look at her again. She only took her back to the jungle. Almost the warmth of the season had already burned the hands of the epidermis, which was almost festering. It’s painful.

The warmth of the season can not be heard, she knows that this pain is also painful, but he just saw the pain when he was almost insulted under the pressure.

There was no opening in the warm season to make him lighter.

She knows that this man who has always been sensible has lost his mind at this time.

She quietly followed him. There was this man in front of him, and his breath in his nose. As long as he was still there, it was not difficult for her.

She was behind him and didn't know what to say, because he seemed to be burning all over the body. She didn't know how to swear at him. She even said, "I really have nothing to do."

She has never seen this appearance of Mo Jingshen.

He was clearly able to resist at the time, and he was clearly able to get out of it, but he did not resist. He threw a gun and would rather be beaten than he would face the danger of being shot at any time. For what?

Of course it is to save her.

But she had no hiding at the time. Instead of standing in the haystack and watching him being pointed at the head with a gun, she might as well rush out.

With the total death?

She never thought about it.

She only knows that he is Mo Jingshen, her husband, his man, the father of the child in her stomach, and the light that she has been guiding her in the direction of Kangzhuang Avenue.

He can't do anything.

All the way to the jungle, the two did not say a word.

The smoke bombs began to fall, and those who were completely surrounded fled around. The warmth of the season was still some wet cloth in the nose, and then turned to see the depth of ink.

She covers her mouth and nose, what should he do?

"We are here, they will not put poisonous cigarettes. This kind of miniature smoke bombs will not cause problems if they try not to breathe hard. It will only cause panic among these people. But now that you are pregnant, these gases can avoid smelling. Avoid." He didn't look at her, but he tried to smooth out the doubts in her heart.

It seems that because I saw the warmth of the season, I also know that at this time, my mouth and nose are covered, and the smoldering atmosphere of the ink is deeper, but it is only a little bit.

He found his reason, and the hand that had been caught on her wrist felt the uneven skin of the palm of his hand, and then slowly let go, but could not bear to see her eyes that had already been painful.

"You are standing here." His tone paused, and she didn't resent her to wait for me to come back. The four words were spoken, and the tone was cold: "I won't go too far."

His voice is extremely cold, and if the season is still rushing to follow him, he obviously may be out of control.

The warm season stood still and did not speak.

Mo Jingshen succumbed to the last piece of reason that was almost burned out, and her silence made him only have a lot of killing in his heart, and he went out.

The warmth of the season stood as he said, no movement, no step in the past.

She saw that Mo Jingjing picked up the gun on the ground. When he straightened up, the season warmly caught a flashing stagnation on his face, which was obviously painful.

On his back, on his head, where she could not see, whichever hurts.

Standing in the jungle, watching the helicopters flying over the pressure, she squinted and did not move, could not see the current situation in the camp, some uneasy, but the ink Jing Shen did not go far, he seems to be one step earlier than her I found out all the places in the camp, and he walked in front of the forward camp.

Soon, the helicopter landed on the open space closest to the warm season, as if the ink scene had long known that it must be the best place to land. A middle-aged man in a US police uniform quickly got off the plane and saw the direction in the jungle. When I saw the warm season that I didn't deliberately hide, I took the gun directly to her and thought she was the accomplice of these people, because she wore the white dress of the woman in this place.

"Who are you?" The police looked at her cautiously and seriously.

The season warmed up and opened her mouth. Although she was gray-faced, her pure Asian image should not make these people unable to see it. She raised her hand and wiped her face. She calmly said in English: "I am Chinese, ink. The wife of the depth of field."

When the words of the wife of Mo Jingshen were heard, the American police was puzzled, but apparently did not believe it.

At this moment, the door of a black helicopter that landed at the same time was opened, and Ling Ling rushed down and came straight to the side: "Mr. Me!"

Hearing the voice of Feng Ling, the police hesitated and slowly put down the gun.

Feng Ling has stepped forward and grabbed the warm hand of the season: "Mr. Mo, how are you? Sorry, we are late, we have been waiting for the rescue of this batch of helicopters. After all, the ambush here is very deep, if we don't Preparing for perfection is likely to fail, but after two days of delay, you must suffer, we..."

When she hadn't finished talking, she suddenly looked down at the back of the warm-hearted hand. When she frowned, she couldn't wait to ask more questions. She would return to the helicopter directly after pulling the warm season. "How did the hand hurt like this? There is medicine on the plane. Box, I will help you deal with it!"

"I'm fine." The warmth of the season was pulled away by the seal, while blinking to see the direction of the departure of the ink in the camp: "Where is the ink depth?"

"Mr. Moh is going to meet with Nanheng now. You can rest assured that Nanheng’s plane is earlier than us. Now the front has been controlled. The minefield in this jungle is likely to be detonated by those who flee. You can't smell the smell of these smokes with pregnancy, it is easy to hurt your child, hurry up first!"

The warm season was originally going to find the ink depth of the ink. I heard that the smoke would hurt the child's health. She paused and did not resist. After listening to the seal, she took the black helicopter with the XI base logo. . .

(End of this chapter)