The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 304: The voice of Mo Jingshen sounded behind him, "What wash socks?"

When Mo Jingshen heard this, he gave her a meaningful look. The season warmed up and received the red heart that almost came out of his eyes. He turned and hugged his clothes and walked out.

By the way, I went to the base doctor who had just been idle, and asked him to help the ink of Shen Jingshen to disinfect the medicine.

The base doctor just came over from the more serious wounded, and was preparing to see Mr. Mo. When Mrs. Mo came out, he gave a good start to the warmth of the season and went straight inside.

"This is a shower and changed clothes, and I saw my man returning safely. Is it refreshing? Even walking is like floating." A voice came from outside the door, cold and faint, with a little ridicule. .

After the warm side of the season, I saw the figure standing in front of the door, and saw Nan Heng take down the smoke in his mouth, and looked at her coldly.

"Emotions have been tense for a few days. This is just a little relaxing. Can't you let people float?" She laughed.

Nan Heng smiled: "My T-shirt is new, I haven't passed yet. Should your man wear a fit?"

"It's quite fit, both of you are tall and eighty-eight."

"It’s good to fit." Nan Heng gave her a look: "But in this base, only you and Feng Ling are women. Feng Ling is a little taller than you. She only has the base to wear combat suits. You don't wear them properly. I can only buy this kind of skirt to deal with it."

The season warmed and pulled the skirt: "I am also very good, it is rare to wear such a loose dress, quite ethnic."

"I didn't find out before. Miss Ji is really more and more casual. It's really a hundred thousand miles away from what I used to be." In recent days, it has been particularly obvious."

This Nan Heng really wants to marry her when something is fine.

The season warmer is also used to it. She only laughed. Not much to say, she was about to take out the black shirt in her arms. Nan Heng took a look and said, "Are you ready to wash this?"

"correct."

"It's all blood, and there are a lot of bad things in the back. If you wash it, you can't wear it. What else?"

"Wash and wash it back, keep it as a memorial."

Nan Heng smirked and looked at her with a look of neuropathy: "What do you commemorate? Commemorating your man and your symbiosis and death? Or commemorating the blood of this broken place?"

This is really an appetite...

The season warmed and sighed, I was hesitant, or the shirt was thrown. Suddenly, Nan Heng seemed to think of something, and gave her a look and asked: "You didn't tell him if you gave us a sock. ?"

"No ah……"

The warm sound of the season has not yet fallen, and suddenly I heard the voice of Mo Jingshen ringing behind me: "What wash socks?"

Seasonal warmth: "..."

Nan Heng: "..."

Nan Heng squinted his eyes and smoked his cigarette. Then he threw the cigarette **** on the ground and stepped on it. He said: "Ajib and Dali are still in the jungle. There is always a team of people around them, hiding. The location is the ambush point they had set before they entered, just waiting for us to pass. But it is useless to escape this night. I will go back to the police officer in the morning to find out if they are already It’s blown up by the minefield, and you are well wounded.”

Mo Jingshen hasn't talked yet, and he looks at him in the warmth of the season: "Isn't the base doctor just gone in? How did the wound come out without treatment?"

“The doctor is dispensing the medicine and going back to the medicine in five minutes.” Mo Jingshen looked at her and glanced at the shirt in her hand: “Throw it.”

The warmth of the season is also the same, this clothes are not only the blood of the ink, but also the blood of those people...

I think that almost all of them have already lost their lives, and she is a bit cold, and she throws her clothes directly and decisively.

Nan Heng suddenly snorted: "I let you throw it away, you don't throw it, but also said to keep it to commemorate, your man is so casually three words, you throw it?"

"Yeah, how else is it my man?" The season warmed him a glimpse, and then smiled and looked at Mo Jingshen.

Ink has a deep look, but it is obviously because of the warm season, and the lips are slightly raised.

Nan Hengpi laughs and laughs at the meat: "You are really skeptical about the way you can keep your dog food in peace."

"Yes, Feng Ling is very calm." The season is warm and cold, and he glances at him: "And no matter how I show love, the heart of Feng Ling is not fluctuating, even for things like love and men." not interested."

Nan Heng: "........."

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That night, the warm season can finally sleep again at the side of Mo Jingshen, but still in his sleep, he still clings to his palm and does not let go, until the sky is bright, because the sleep is too heavy and the fingers are gradually loose.

After these days of turmoil, the warm season is very sensitive here, but because of the depth of the ink, I can finally rest assured.

But she is still afraid that if something happens, he will suddenly disappear in front of her.

Sleeping all night, nothing happens.

Early in the morning, the season warmed over. In the compartment of this warehouse, there was a person sleeping in every compartment. The conditions were not too good. It was too hot, no window, no air conditioning, only a small fan. On the ground, the whistling blows the bed, and the sheets are swayed back and forth.

Her hand was a little cold, and she didn't touch the ink depth of field. The warmth of the season suddenly opened her eyes and looked at her. It was true that he was not there.

The warmth of the season was a panic, and he got out of bed, but because the compartment was too small, the fan was too close, and the wire was pulled down at the foot. The whole person directly rushed to the ground. Fortunately, her hand was fast, and pressed to the side of the bed next to her. It’s too bad to fall, but the knees are squatting on the ground.

The fan stopped because the wire was knocked down, stopped working, and fell to the ground.

The warmth of the knee and the pain of the knees screamed, and as he stood up, he stood up and the door of the compartment was suddenly pushed open.

When he heard the sound and walked back quickly, Mo Jingshen saw the warmth of the season on the ground, and came straight up to lift her whole person: "How come it still? Didn't pay attention to the wires on the ground?"

Seeing that he was so good, the season warmed for a moment and forgot the pain on his knees. He took a deep breath: "I don't think you are there, I thought you..."

She paused in tone, looked at the wires on the ground, and licked her lips and said, "I will pay attention next time, not so frizzy in the future."

Knowing that she is still a little scared now, Mo Jingshen did not poke her brave armor, pulled her hand and looked at the place where her hands had been bandaged: "Remember to change the medicine today, always wrapped in this tropical area. Also not good, ask the base doctor to pay more attention, don't ignore your hand injury."

"I know, what is this scald? When the base doctor is free, I will go to him again." The warm season put his hand down, but still stuck in his arms, not willing to retreat, not willing to stay away.

(End of this chapter)