The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 309 I have not died yet, do you want to remarriage?

"Mr. Mo, we will send you back immediately. The base doctor is already waiting." Feng Ling came over quickly and was about to help him with the warm season.

The warm season has stabilized and stood firm. She looked down at him. The voice clearly said: "Ink Jing Shen, if you dare to have something, I will remarriage with the child in my stomach and let your child call someone else's father!"

Feng Ling: "..." Suddenly felt as if it was not suitable for reaching out and helping.

The man who fell on the warmth of the season suddenly laughed, leaning on her shoulder pocket with a low-pitched smile, hoarse and weak enough to speak with almost gas, but still full of threats: "Do you dare?"

"If you dare to have something, I will dare to remarriage, do not believe you try!" The warmth of the season endured the sourness on the nose, holding him hard, and then gave Feng Ling a look, with the seal to the ink Jing Shen deep Supported in the helicopter.

"I will call someone to come over immediately, send you back first, here we are good." Feng Ling and the season warm together to help Mo Jingshen sit inside, and then quickly stepped out.

The warmth of the season saw the blood on the body of the ink, and the unspeakable one was about to open his clothes and look at it, but the hand was held by the man and pulled down.

Mo Jing Shen sat in the soft chair of the airport, panting and not looking back, only blinked and said a word.

"What did you say?"

"..."

"I haven't died yet, do you want to remarriage?"

"..."

For the first time, she saw that Mo Jing was deeply injured. In the past, he had not had a headache in front of her. He was so weak. She was really afraid of him. When she was in a hurry, she wanted to threaten him. Let him hold on.

The man suddenly looked at her murderously: "Who dare you marry?"

The season warmed up and said: "The premise is that you don't want to die, you have to live well, stare at me every day, so I can't run away."

The emotion of not saying is pressing her.

Watching him hurt like this, she couldn't lift her emotions, but she didn't want him to worry too much. She could only work hard to stabilize her mentality.

Mo Jingshen looked at her sideways and saw the emotions she had been hiding.

"I won't die." He raised his hand a little hard, and he used to caress in her soft hair: "I am yours, life is yours, it won't be easy to let go, don't think about it."

As he said, he leaned back on the seat and slowly let out his breath. He said: "Tell Ling Ling, don't worry about sending us back, first to dismantle the bombs. The mines around me have not been detonated. The people at the base have already found it. The fuse has been cut off first, and now the danger has been lifted. I remember that the local police in Cambodia have made it clear that there are many mines around, so be careful, don't be too close..."

The season warmly listened carefully, and nodded while listening, waiting for a while to convey with Feng Ling.

Only his voice is getting lighter and lighter.

In the end, it is silent.

She leaned over and saw the ink in the depths of her eyes, her face pale, and her blood was blood, but even if he was lethargic, his hand was still in her hand and not let go.

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The thrill of the jungle finally passed, and when the helicopter took off, Mo Jingshen was already awake.

The cabin was covered with rain and rain. Although the rain was not big, it did play a small part. It delayed the detonation time of the newly buried mines and gave them more opportunities to search for mines. The wounds and wounds of the death of Ajib’s gang were all arrested.

"Are these children sent back?" asked the season warm.

Whether it is the death of Ajib or the death of Dali, this group of wicked people can't be seen as a human being, so even if she saw these **** scenes, she would not have much pity, just a little bit of sigh. But it has been heavy in her heart, or the innocent child who died.

"Not yet, the base doctor will help those children to deal with the injury and then send it back, so as not to scare their parents." Feng Ling replied: "There are six children with slight bruises, and one child is shot in both legs and bullets. Wearing the leg bones, it is destined to be disabled for life, as for the one that was killed..."

Feng Ling paused, every time he dispatched any thrilling task, he was used to life and death, but he still saw an innocent child accident. In particular, the average age of these children was no more than six years old, and one child was still ignorant and ignorant.

"If a person can't resurrect, we will find a way to appease his parents, give some money, or give some other comfort."

"Then leave more money. If the base's money is not enough, I can also go out and subsidize these children to grow up. People's money can still afford it." Ji Wen said.

Feng Ling glanced at her and didn't talk. Suddenly, the man who heard the meditation and rested next to him gave a low smile and was very light.

She turned to look at the ink on the depths of the ink: "You still don't hurry to close your eyes, what are you laughing at?"

"The XI base is the place of Nanheng. It is a military squad that smashes the black and white world of the United States. His money is so much that you can't imagine it. You don't need your shot." The ink is dark and pale, and the voice is low.

Nan Heng was not on this plane at this time, and the season warmer had to find something to distract himself. Otherwise, she always went to see the wounds behind the ink of Jingjing, and the heart was always uncomfortable.

"Since he is so powerful, how can he still be subject to you everywhere? I see that he does not dare to offend you?" The season warmed to the ear of Mo Jingshen, whispered.

This did not want to let Feng Ling hear it, but it was very good.

Ink deep is just a pale, clear and handsome eyebrows moving, and did not say anything.

Feng Ling said directly: "Because Nan Heng used to be the first in the United States to be black. He can now cross the black and white world. This white side is the road cited by Mr. Mo, if there is no help from Mr. Mo. He is not so easy to wash white."

"It means that on the road that is purely black, no one can make a living in Nanheng, but on this road of whitewashing, is Mo Jingshen the BOSS above him?"

Feng Ling pulled his lips: "Well, that's probably what it means."

"That is to say, Nanheng is the boss of the XI base, and Mo Jingshen is the boss of Nanheng, so the XI base is equal to the ink depth of the scene?"

"It can also be said."

The warmth of the season suddenly looked like: "No wonder that when I wash my socks that day, the group of people at your base is that expression."

Everyone knows that she is Mrs. Me, and she suddenly understands their feelings...

"What wash socks?" The voice of Mo Jingshen suddenly came in from the dialogue between the season warm and the seal.

It’s not the first time I’ve heard these three words, and Mo Jing’s eyes are directly on the warm face.

Feng Ling: "..." Suddenly did not dare to speak again, only look at the season warmth.

The warm season is very much like to make a joke to ease your mood, but in the blink of an eye, I saw the blood of the man, and the scene of the blood spattering under the gunshots was still vivid.

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