The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 357, is he not wanting her?

Su Zhilan’s hand shook and tried to put his hand out, but he was held down by the warmth of the season.

"What are you doing? Let go!" Su Zhilan struggled to break free from her hands.

The warmth of the season is still holding her, the smile is cold, but the voice is light and faint. Only Su Zhilan can hear it: "How can I let go? The murderer of the child killed in the belly of my belly is roped. I will not let go between the two."

"The season warms you..."

"You think that Su Xueyi’s death is no evidence of death. You think that the police will close the case as soon as possible after the unconsciousness of Mo Jingshen. You think no one can doubt your head. You will continue to be your big lady who is out of the mud. And continue to play a timid and horrible patient with madness, do you think you are impeccable?"

"You let me go!"

"Su Zhilan, I tell you, I am going to compare this person, every scar that you have caused in me, I will give you ten times as much as you, what you stole in my stomach, I will dig Wearing your heart, your stomach, your uterus, it’s hard to stop the hatred of your heart. Don’t think that the ink is not awake, the Mohist will not doubt you, no one will be like you.”

Su Zhilan is still trying to pull her hand out, but the warmth of the season does not know where it is so strong, always holding her wrist, so strong that she almost pinched her wrist.

From the beginning to the end, Feng Ling did not reach out to help stop Su Zhilan, because she saw a woman who was angry at the extreme because she lost her child in the belly.

Such a warm season is something that Feng Ling has never seen before.

Until the warm season finally released his hand, Su Zhilan finally broke free and took a step back. He took a look at the warm and flat stomach.

"Everything is just your suspicion." Su Zhilan calmed down and tried to stay farther away from the season.

At this moment, the police officers came out and saw Su Zhilan, and then let her enter the interrogation room to record the confession. Su Zhilan hesitated for a moment before turning to look at the warmth of the season. The warm season was only a faint look at her, no more words.

When I got out of the police station, it was snowing outside. Feng Ling wrapped the scarf around the warm neck. While whispering to the side of the car, she said, "Mr. Ink, I don’t need to use the base with me. Knowing?"

"No, once this matter is inserted, the Su family is not so able to completely get rid of it. In the case of Moshao, the chairman of the Shine Group is not eating in white. Once the doubts on Su Zhilan are passed to him, He will personally put pressure on the police."

"Alright, let Mo Dong go and do it. After all, Mr. Mo is still not awake, and his anger is nowhere to vent."

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When he returned to the hospital, Mo Jingshen still did not wake up, and his ward was still not allowed to enter at will.

The sky is already dark, and Wanzhu returns to the ink house with the warm season.

In the evening, there is a soup specially designed for the seasons. Since the midday warm abortion, almost every day, I will drink soup to make up the body. The warm season always feels that Wanzhu is trying to find his son in this way. Traces of this world.

Every day, Wanzhu says nothing. The two words that everyone in the family are most afraid of hearing are sleeping and vegetative people. This is the most fearful result.

After the meal, the season warmed back to the bedroom and closed the door into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, she sat on the bed with the laptop she had used before, and opened the mailbox to see the work emails sent by Haicheng Ink Warm Studio. But she didn’t want to look at them now, just sitting on the bed and staring at the screen. On the word, raised his hand and touched the rose in the vase next to the bed.

The flowers were filled by servants in a few fixed rooms every day. On the night of the Spring Festival, the warm season and the ink scent lived here. She saw the roses in the same position.

What did she say at the time?

That birthday in T City, the rose petals on the floor, she was ruined even if she touched it, and now she will feel distressed when she sees the rose.

She curled up at the bed, looked at the flowers, took out her mobile phone and took a photo and sent it to Mo Jingshen.

[The flowers in your room are so beautiful every day, you can't see you in a month, I don't even know if you are withered or full. ]

Sometimes people may have such a kind of attachment, especially for those who love deeply.

Whether the other person is alive or dead, even if it is just a loess bone, as long as she can see, at least it will be reassuring.

For the whole month, she only looked at the doctor twice as she opened the door. She saw Mo Jingshen lying in a white bed, quiet and motionless, and filled with various instruments. The color of the line and the tube, he did not open his eyes, even the eyelashes did not move.

It was only in such a blink of an eye that the door was closed and could no longer be seen.

It’s been a whole month.

As usual, the season warmly gave me three phone calls every day, as always, send him a text message before going to bed.

She was also very upset when she was a long time. Did he sleep like this, did he want her?

Why is it so strong to walk into her life, to reverse her life, but quietly lying there and motionless, so that she is so afraid?

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Snow is falling, and in Los Angeles, a few more snow in February, this winter can be over.

In the warm season, a man wrapped in a white cashmere coat sat on the ladder in front of the hospital, and the head was covered with white snow. Because it had not been moved, the snow did not change, and it fell more and more on her head. Looking far away like a snowman stacked on the ladder.

Qin Siting walked out of the hospital and saw this scene. He was gazing in his trouser pocket for a long time before he went down. After the warming of the season, she helped her to take the snow off her head and then took off her coat. To her.

The warmth of the season does not need to turn around, only the slight side of the head to see is Qin Siting's shoes, it will not move.

"He has been sleeping. It doesn't make sense to run around like this every day." Qin Siting said: "I see you still go back to Haicheng, your studio needs you, and Jijia and Mo's father also need it. Go back and appease."

The season is warm and silent, looking at the car passing by the roadside, faintly said: "Don't you also fly from Haicheng, you haven't been back here for so long? Your home and work are in Haicheng. Can you still stay here recently, are you waiting?"

Qin Siting looked at her lowly and sighed after a moment. She sat down and sat on the same step with her, looking at the same direction as the warm season.

After a long time, he said: "I don't even know when he will wake up. If he doesn't wake up for a year, are you going to wait here for a year? He is not awake for ten years. Are you going to wait ten years?"

The season did not speak, only holding the phone back and forth to look at the news that I sent to the ink Jing Shen.

One per day, there are already a lot of unread messages from the other party.

(End of this chapter)