The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 301, you treat him as a brother, but he treats you as his woman.

Just helped Mo Jingshen to deal with the injury on his head. The hatch was opened again at this time. Feng Ling was about to walk in, but he first saw the black shirt of Mo Jingshen being thrown aside.

She stepped forward and decisively stepped back. She did not go in and said, "Mr. Mo, the police officer of the US police who is in charge of the command is looking for you."

The season is busy to hold him down, do not want him to go out in case of injury.

Mo Jing Shen was holding her hand on his shoulder, pacing like a pat, and said to the outside: "Know it."

After that, he turned to look at the warmth of the season: "The police officer of Ente once had some friendship with me. This time I can fly to Cambodia from the United States. It is impossible to simply be a simple rescue. He has his interests, we go. Talk, you are resting here, and Ling Ling is with you."

The warm hand of the season left him: "Where to talk?"

"Not far away, the people in the hinterland of this camp have been controlled. The surrounding area has been surrounded by the base personnel and the police. It is very safe. It is just to talk about some things on paper. It will not move the knife and will come back soon. Hmmm?" He squeezed her face.

It was hard to pull him back to him. As a result, there are so many follow-up questions that he needs to personally come forward.

It is obvious that you can't rest well.

I don’t want to be warm in the season, but I can’t drag him on the surface and nodded: “Good.”

Mo Jingshen picked up the black shirt with blood. The warmth of the season is saying that the shirt is full of blood, but there are no other clothes to wear at the moment, and the words are stunned.

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

Mo Jingshen casually buckled a few buttons. He seemed to have a shallow squid and a slightly paler chin than the chin. It didn't seem to have much change. It was a wound, but it was not awkward.

In contrast, the white gauze skirt in the warm season looks terrible.

Seeing that the man walked out of the hatch, the season warmed up and the foot was not stepped out and was blocked by the outside seal.

"Mrs. Me, rest in it, don't come out." Feng Ling said.

The warm eyes of the season are not far away. In the middle of the camp, the road she had traveled back and forth in these two days, the blood on the ground, and the gangs who were covered in blood were lying there.

The nausea in the stomach came again, and she turned back and went back to the cabin.

She really is not suitable for going out.

In China, in Haicheng, people who have lived for many years in the Heping Society. For the first time, they face this kind of movement, chaos and chilling. They look at the empty blood and the different types of empty shells. I am afraid that I will be a nightmare for two years.

Feng Ling was very responsible and guarded outside. After a while, he said a few words to the people outside the helicopter and then entered the cabin.

"Don't sleep?" Seeing the warm season has been squinting, Feng Ling asked.

"A few hours ago, when I was still in a burst of gunshots, I fell asleep, and I slept for a few hours. Now I am not sleepy." The warmth leaned against the wall of the cabin and said with emotion: "Feng Ling I feel these days... it’s like watching a movie..."

Feng Ling chuckles: "Can you see a movie full of injuries when you watch a movie?"

"At least survived, isn't it? At least the ink is deep and peaceful." The warm season looked at her.

"That is, the tasks that I have been at the base in these years have seen too many lives and deaths. People are more important than anything else. During the period, whether it is an unexpected experience or a calm life, it is like a smoky, perhaps like As you said, some things have passed, that is, a movie of life." Feng Ling smiled.

At this time, the warm season gave her a look: "Is it past? The last time I took birth control pills in T City was to say that I could pass in the past?"

"This thing hasn't happened." Feng Ling suddenly raised his face.

For several days in a row, the warmth of the season did not dare to laugh. This time, I laughed directly and looked at her with my head: "I really wonder how you and Nanheng came together. It used to be a brother. Later, this counts. what?"

Feng Ling no expression: "Now is also a brother."

"Is it?" The warmth of the season hooked the lips: "How do I feel that you treat him as a brother, but he treats you as his woman?"

"Mrs. Me, your hand has just been stained with water?" Feng Ling suddenly looked at her, bluntly shifted the subject.

"Well?" The warm season saw that Ling Ling suddenly took the action of the medicine box.

"Is it better for me to help you with a poison?"

"... forget it, hurt." The warm season will carry the hand directly behind him.

I feel that every time I encounter a topic related to Nanheng, it is not so calm or even violent.

Forget it, still do not tie her heart, her husband has not been here to rest with her here, her own man, she has no control, how to have energy to manage the Lingling.

But then again, if the ink is deep like a towering tree that is deeply rooted in the earth, it can cover her wind and rain all the time. The Nanheng may be like the wind. This man is not only the same unfathomable. More distant and difficult to reach, with the temper of Fengling, if it is really serious, I don’t know what it will be bullied.

Therefore, Feng Ling continues to follow her better.

......

After about two hours, the days are already dark. Feng Ling went to get some dry bread and mineral water to make the season warmer.

Can not eat warm season, although the cabin door is closed, she can still smell the **** smell of the outside.

What's more, Mo Jingshen didn't eat or drink for so many days. He should haven't eaten yet, how can she eat it?

Seeing the warm bread in the hands of the season, but always looking at the gauze on her hand, Feng Ling knows that her heart needs some precipitation time, after all, these days of experience, it will make her life unforgettable.

Feng Ling did not speak, opened the door and got off the plane, went outside to check the injuries of other brothers in the base.

It wasn't until the darkness in the surrounding jungle that the night's exclusive insects rang, and Mo Jingshen finally came back.

Ink went deep into the hatch, saw the intact bread in the warm hands and the mineral water that had not been opened, and asked her: "Why don't you eat?"

The warmth of the season heard his voice, and he jerked back to God. When he got up, he lifted two things in his hand toward him: "Give it to you."

Ink deep stared at her for a long while, and finally smiled slowly, and walked over, and looked at the little woman who was expecting him to eat into her arms: "I have already drunk in the afternoon, and I have simply eaten some. Something, not hungry now."

"But you haven't eaten for a few days, can you just eat a little bit? Can you hold up your physical strength?" Ji Wen thought that he wouldn't eat or drink these few days, and he couldn't stand it. A pumping pain.

(End of this chapter)