The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 51, ink is always touched to the bottom line.

There is blood on the sofa, and the season is warm and even sitting on the sofa with blood.

Her hand has been scratched, her eyes are worried, her **** hands are holding the fruit knife and bottle in her hand, trying to stop anyone from approaching. She is ragged and can’t see the original look. However, the body did not reveal any places that should not be exposed. Obviously, it was not easily taken up by people.

The warmth of the season is a pair of unkempt faces, the eyes are not clear enough, but the hand is determined to be high and high, whoever dares to approach, stabs, even if it is a defense, when the shot is hurt, it will never let go of the knife.

"Mom., stinky woman!" Just got stabbed. The man did not notice the movement in front of the door, and he was going to step up and clean up her.

Ink deep eyes deepened, and the bodyguards who came in from the door rushed to the two men forcibly, and kicked the ground unscrupulously, stepping on the ground with their feet, struggling There is no room for it.

"Ah..." the screams started.

The warmth of the season seems to have not found the change in front of her eyes. She is like a female warrior who is in charge of the battle. She holds a weapon belonging to her in her hands, and is alert to everything around her. Even if she can’t stand up, she insists on sitting on her body. Do not fall down.

Mo Jing looked at her and walked over.

She is indeed on the side of the disadvantage, but the two strong men also obviously did not get any benefit, and each body was injured.

"Ink!" Shen Mu is busy to stop: "Miss Ji seems to be not sober now. If you are so close, you may get hurt, or else you should let the bodyguard first..."

Mo Jingshen did not speak, and did not pause at all. When he stepped forward, he stepped on the back of one of the people who was kneeling on the ground.

Suddenly, the man handed out the sound of the cracked back of the hand, accompanied by the man’s miserable yelling, and stepped on another man’s hand.

Until immediately close to the warmth of the season, the ink scene did not return to the mouth, the tone was cold: "The two men's hands were scrapped."

As soon as the voice fell, a sound followed by a finger and a broken wrist was heard. The screaming screams broke through the air, and the hearts of the people followed the earthquake.

He looked at the warmth of the season that was still full of alertness, and loosened the loose neckline.

Shen Mu can see that this is the total of ... is really being touched to the bottom line.

"All the people who have appeared at the banquet tonight will leave me!"

"Yes!"

Shen Mu turned back and told the bodyguards, and forced the two half-dead men in the room to forcibly go out.

After Shen Mu looked worried about the ink, and then looked at the season warming with the knife and the bottle, although I was worried that the ink would not use too much force for her not to hurt the season, but think carefully. Such a flustered season warming should not easily hurt him. After all, her current movements have no rules.

After the scene was cleared, the man was removed from the box and quickly closed the door.

The box is quiet, and Mo Jingshen looks at the warm season.

Her eyes were quiet and empty, almost no focal length, and she looked at her face with a blank expression.

"Seasonal warmth." Mo Jingshen whispered her name.

She was stiff and stiff, and her hand on the knife was tight, and she was screaming and shouting: "Don't come over..."

Mo Jing went deep.

Feeling that he was close, the season warmed and hurriedly moved to the sofa. When the ink scene was deep and she had a moment of distraction, she shot her wrist directly, and in her moment she saw the fierce light and lifted the knife toward her. When stabbing, the two hands only slightly exerted a force, which caused the knife and bottle in her hand to land in an instant, and when she was struggling, she leaned down and directly carried her into her arms.

"It's okay, don't be afraid..." He slammed her back and felt the heat of her body.

The warmth of the season was pushed into his arms, and he did not move.

"Oh, nothing happened, you didn't lose, everything was fine." He hugged her, a low, soothing voice stuck in her ear, gently and patiently kissing her ear, like silent comfort: "Baby, you are brave today, I am back, don't be afraid, huh?"

The warm and tight body of the season gradually softened, and it was weak in his arms. The tears that had not dared to flow down suddenly overflowed.

She was kneeling on his shoulder, and the man leaned in his arms, clutching his black trench coat behind his back and twitching and saying, "They... didn't touch me..."

"I know." Mo Jingshen tightened her eyebrows, and tightened her tightly, as if to directly throw people into her body.

"They didn't touch me..."

Perhaps she was still not fully awake in fear, and whispered a whisper, clenched her hand into a fist.

Ink deep looked down at her, seeing her eyes full of tears, more constant trembling, biting her lower lip and biting her lips, as if trying to stay sensible, hiding her in horror Fragile underneath.

He raised his hand and wiped the blood on her face by her tears.

Fortunately, this is not her blood.

The warm season is a girl who doesn't easily fall into tears no matter what happens. She used to be a woman who likes to cry, but she is instinctively twitching and tears. It keeps going.

There is no need to adjust the monitoring. From her current reflection, she can see what kind of thrilling she has experienced.

"It's okay." He wiped her tears from her, took off her coat and put it on her, and picked her up: "Let's go back, I will accompany you, don't cry, hehe."

The warm body of the season is too hot, the darkness of the ink is dark and cold, and she is about to hold her away. The warmth but helplessly bury her face in her neck, and her voice trembles and says: "Being After that kind of thing... If...do not have a relationship with a man...what will happen..."

He looked down at the little woman with a flushed face in her arms because of her medicinal sex. Her hand added some strength to her waist: "So, what are your plans? Ah?"

The season warmed and frowned, the hot body clung to his arms, and the hoarse voice stuck in his ear: "Can you... give me some ice water... I am so hot, I want to drink ice water..."

"Immediately." Seeing her is really uncomfortable, and Mo Jingshen held her out of the box.

Shen Mu from the door looked back and saw this scene, and immediately walked over: "Mu Zong, are you going back in our car or..."

"Go get a glass of ice water."

The silent voice lingered in the throat, nodded, and immediately went to pick someone up.

The warmth of the season is shrinking in the arms of the ink depth of the ink. The head unconsciously squats between his neck, and the voice is low and dumb. "It's so uncomfortable... What kind of change is this medicine?"

(End of this chapter)