The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 676 has never seen such a look of Mr. Mo, he seems to be...

A K keeps driving forward, almost the speed of the brakes, and the wheels make a harsh sound from time to time when going down the high speed.

The warmth of the season does not want to see the look of Mo Jingshen. She swallows blood, raises her hand and wants to touch his face. He wants to change him back to the man who can manage everything and want to make him good. Only half of it is lifted, and it is almost impossible to fall back.

In the timely manner, Mo Jingshen grasped her hand and licked her **** hand on his face. The warmth of the season never saw him so embarrassed, and his face was covered with blood.

However, it is still so beautiful...

The warmth in the arms of the season is a smile.

The hand that feels the depth of ink is always holding her back, as if the world's security is surrounded by her.

At least this world she is no longer alone, at least she is in his arms.

But it’s so sad, I’m going to leave Mo Jingshen alone in the future...

The car was very quiet, and K didn’t say a word, driving attentively, even driving crazy.

In the car, it seems that only the ink is deep and the season is warm. But the ink is deep, but it is no longer a word, just keep rubbing the blood of the season, and because of the warmth of the season, hug her. In the arms, the calm twilight is a dark red, the warmth of the season is no longer moving in his arms, and no longer speaks. She is really so tired and tired, and she does not have any strength, and she gradually feels numb. It doesn't feel like numbness.

From her being **** to the present, there is no such thing as Atu Tai said until tomorrow noon, Mo Jingshen took her back to him in less than three hours, even though she is now covered with injuries. Even life may disappear into his arms little by little, but at least the time of fear and torture is finally over. She is grateful except for gratitude.

I am grateful to him for his full efforts and grateful too much.

Before the warm season, he still swallowed blood. At this moment, even the most basic movements were almost gone. Ink Shen was holding her hand on his face, and dumbly said: "Be obedient, don't sleep." ""

The warmth of the season is really not open to the eyes, only in the vague sense of the senses, the ink is deeply kissed on her eyes, the hand keeps pinching her jaw, and even presses her person, forcing She opened her eyes, she worked hard for a long time, but only a slight wrinkle between the eyebrows, the mute was very light and light, only the voice he could hear when he looked down: "It hurts... It hurts... the most terrible thing in life is not death... but it has to go through two deaths..."

Ink deep down and look at the little woman with blood in her arms. The voice is full of anger and dumbness: "The season is warm, you open your eyes to me, I have to hold it for me! Open your eyes and look at me! Hear No? Open!"

The warm eyelids moved, and the hand that had no strength was forced to slap on his face, but her fingers were soft and there was no movement.

"Warm!"

She closed her eyes and no longer had any movements. The wrinkles between the eyebrows gradually loosened, as if the consciousness was consumed with the loss of blood.

"Quiet! Don't sleep!"

"..."

"Seasonal warm!"

"..."

"A K! Hurry!"

A K drove back through the rearview mirror and saw the ink in the depths of the scene and the warmth of his arms. When he wanted to talk, he could see the eyes of Mo Jingshen, and his heart followed.

I have never seen such a look of Mr. Mo, as if he is asking for him to open faster.

A K狠 stepped on the gas pedal. Fortunately, all the pedestrians and vehicles on the road had been temporarily emptied ten minutes ago. The speed of the car was the fastest in history and almost on the road.

This kind of almost fatal gunshot wound in the warm season, ordinary hospitals have no way to save people, can only go to the largest international hospital in Los Angeles, where there are the best doctors, the best medical tools and instruments, many years ago on Nan Heng's body I had a few shots in the middle of the night. I was rescued from the ghost gate by the doctor at that hospital. Now I can only hope there. If even the hospital can't treat it, I am afraid that the warm season is really like this. Back to the sky is lacking.

"Warm, open your eyes and look at me..."

Who is talking?

The consciousness of the warm season is in a chaos, faintly as if I heard someone's voice, someone is calling her, but the voice is very empty, as if it is far and far away, but it seems to be very close.

Seeing the little woman in her arms did not reflect anything, Mo Jing was stunned by her hand, refused to let her hand fall like this, always put her hand on his face, but only felt that except her The blood flowing out was warm, and the temperature on her hand dropped down little by little.

......

I arrived at the hospital in fifteen minutes. The distance from the highway to the hospital was almost miraculous.

The warm season was quickly sent to the emergency room, and Wendell, who had seen many lives in the XI base, had already dressed and put on the disinfection suit into the emergency room. Ah K stood outside and spit out a long breath, then turned back. Seeing Mo Jingshen standing there, the blood is warm in the whole season, and many people around him are shocked and think that he was injured, otherwise how could there be so much blood on his body?

"Mr. Mo." A K walked over. He used to be awe and looking up to Mr. Mo, so he always cautiously talked to him, but he was not careful at the moment, but he really didn't know how to speak.

"The best doctors in the United States are here, and Mrs. Mo will be able to hold it." Ah K’s tone was a little bit rusted, and even he himself knew how uncertain this sentence was.

After all, the position of the mid-warm gun is in the position of the rear spine close to the back neck, where it is really too dangerous, and then a little bit will be on the spot.

The blood that has been pouring from the warmth of the season just knows that her internal organs are definitely not light, not to mention that she still has a lot of injuries.

It is precisely because of the depth of the season that the ink is clear, so he should know more than anyone who is dangerous now.

Ink is deep, but I have been watching the lights on the emergency room. The half body that has been infested by the warm blood of the season is almost numb to not move. I just stand still and look at the door in front of me, as if In an instant, the warm season will disappear in that door.

His dark and **** black scorpion always stared in that direction. Ah K stood by him and wanted to talk. He could see the look of Mr. Mo, and he couldn’t say anything anymore.

Outside the emergency room, people come and go, and Mo Jingshen is like a statue. He generally ignores the words of the people around him. He only looks at the door of the emergency room. The doctors who come to ask him are cold and frosty. The gas field is scared to come close, and I dare not ask more.

(End of this chapter)