The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 315, the last season is warm or compromise...

Los Angeles Hospital.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, Nan Heng and Feng Ling walked down from the black off-road vehicle.

Feng Ling did not say that he went straight to the warm-hearted ward. Nan Heng stood in the same place and glanced at her back. He raised his eyebrows and stood in front of the hospital and smoked his cigarette.

The result was just going to the ward where Mo Jingshen lived. Feng Ling suddenly walked over with a quick face. Nan Heng just glanced at her and heard a short-haired woman say, "Mr. Mo is gone."

"Is it gone? There are people outside our hospital who are guarding. How can she go without a word?"

"I'll try and find it."

"Wait, don't worry first." Nan Heng said, people have already reached the front of the ward of Mo Jingshen, directly pushing the door.

As a result, as soon as he stepped in the front foot, he suddenly stopped and then slammed back and stepped back. He half-closed the door of the ward, and turned his eyes to look at the inexplicable seal.

As if he was sure that he had not read it wrong, Nan Heng hesitated for two seconds before he pushed the door forward again and glanced directly at the hospital bed.

Sure enough, I saw the warmth of the season and the ink on the same bed.

"You don't have to look for it." Nan Heng looked cold and ironic, and his eyes showed that Feng Ling looked inside.

Feng Ling glanced inwardly, his expression was stagnation, and he saw the warmth of his side lying carefully on the side of the ink, and his hand was placed on the chest of Mo Jingshen, even though the ink was deep and lying, but this way It seems to feel extraordinarily calm and warm.

"It is estimated that this morning, after the ban of the ward was lifted, she will come over for the first time." Nan Heng looked at the scene inside and looked at the scene, and was about to close the door and quit, lest they quarrel with them. The young couple of the sleep, but at this time the man sleeping on the bed opened his eyes and glanced at the door.

It’s not very heavy to sleep in the warm season. I heard the conversation in front of the door and I woke up. I almost looked at the front door with Mo Jingshen.

A pair of Shangfeng Ling and Nan Heng's line of sight, the warmth of the season is still a little sleepy and bun, only two or three seconds after sitting up, just almost forgot to have a wound that can not be moved temporarily, hands Pressing the moment on the arm of the ink depth of the ink, he took it back, raised his eyes and looked at the front door, and then looked at the man who was still calm when he woke up.

On the contrary, she is like being caught and raped. In bed.

I didn't stop in the hospital. I could sleep on my own, but I went to my husband's ward to sleep in bed. It was really embarrassing.

Seeing them, this is awake, Nan Heng laughed, and simply pushed the door in. Instead, he stood outside the door, hesitated, took the phone and turned and went out.

"You are here at six o'clock?" Nan Heng looked at the warm season.

"Well, I didn't sleep very well last night. I woke up very early, so I came over at six o'clock." Jiwen was preparing to get out of bed, but the hand was held by the man on the bed.

"Don't worry about him, it's time to sleep with you."

Seasonal warmth: "..." The legs that were preparing to get out of bed suddenly shrank back.

The depth of the bed of Mo Jingshen is so warm, she is certainly not willing to quit, but although Nan Heng did not say much, but the eyes that came to them when they approached the bed were clearly accused of being the two of them. Show affection.

Weighing between the face and the shameless, the last season is still compromised in the bed of Mo Jingshen, sitting directly on his bed, not going down.

The warmth of the season pulled the quilt to the body, and then looked calmly and looked at one hand and just got ready to take a water glass. The other hand was taking out the mobile phone, and the face was silent, and the face looked very uncomfortable. They are two of the South Heng.

This season, the warmth of the season was so shameful that he was so arrogant about the dog food, so he went down to the quilt and tried to make Nanheng's attention on the body of Mo Jingshen.

"I am. Mom is to visit the injured and have it!" Nan Heng took the cup and turned to pick up the glass of water, ugly face after drinking a half cup, and then seeing the season warmth has quickly drilled into the ink scene Inside.

Nan Heng: "..."

This time, instead of warming down, I wanted to lie down. Instead, she saw the two buttons that she accidentally opened while sleeping in the hospital. She showed the clavicle and skin of the small half, and her eyes showed her lying down and covered the quilt.

After finally lying back again, the warm season directly opened his face, trying not to look at Nanheng's expression, but Mo Jingshen was very determined to hold her hand, there is no intention to let go.

The season warmed up and said to him with a mouth shape: "You let go first."

Ink deep sees her a little tight cheeks and bright eyes because of embarrassment and embarrassment, the lip line bends a nice arc, and replies with a mouth: "Do not let go."

Seasonal warmth: "..." It was really hurting him. She didn't dare to push or open it too hard in his hands.

At this time, Nan Heng blinked at the door of the ward. Seeing that Ling Ling did not know where to go, his face was even more stinky.

Until I heard the sound of the cup being replayed, the two people pulled in the quilt acted for a while, and the eyes looked at Nanheng at the same time.

Nan Hengqiang had the urge to directly drop the cup to the face of Mo Jingshen. He said coldly: "You both pay attention to the stability of the child in her stomach. You are still honest in the first three months of pregnancy. When you are a monk, you should try to restrain yourself after three months."

"I just came over to see him, and I took a nap."

"Well, I will restrain." Mo Jing Shen faint answer.

restraint?

The season is speechless.

... restraint, he restrained?

It’s just a matter of sleeping, how do you sound like you’ve just done something like this?

She is still a pregnant woman!

Ten minutes later, Feng Ling made a few breakfasts.

“Are you awake?” The short-haired woman didn’t even look at Nanheng’s eyes and took the breakfast in her hand to the hospital bed: “I think you should have not eaten at this time. Mrs. Mo’s pregnancy is now in the hospital. The nutritious meal should not be very smooth. I went to a Chinese restaurant nearby to buy some Chinese breakfast, porridge and fritters, can I?"

The warm season and the depth of the ink have not yet been opened, and Nan Heng has gone over: "Yes."

He just reached out to get his one. Feng Ling took the one directly, opened the plastic cover and held it on the table next to the bed: "Mr. Me, you should eat first."

Nan Heng: "..."

Until the breakfast was finished, Feng Ling saw the season warm only wearing a hospital uniform, and then turned and went out to her ward to get a jacket for the season warm.

In the depths of the ink scene, he ate the porridge that was warmly fed to him, and asked Nan Heng: "How did you offend her?"

(End of this chapter)