The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 677 The cigarette case fell directly on the ground along his **** trousers.

One o'clock.

It has been five hours since the warm season was sent to the emergency room.

Five hours, the medical staff inside did not come out, and the lights on the emergency room were lit up for five hours, indicating that the first-aid procedure was not over yet, but it could also be said that the warm season had lasted for at least five hours.

As time went by, Nan Heng had just solved a part of the people of Atu Tai, and after tracking for a few hours, he finally held down Atu Tai himself, and did not stay for a while, so he rushed to the hospital. .

When I arrived at the hospital, I saw the empty first-aid hall, the group of medical staff who didn’t even dare to talk loudly, and the patients and their families.

Going inside again, to the outside of the innermost emergency operating room, I saw the darkness of the ink sitting on the bench in the blood.

In the darkness of the ink, whether it is a jacket or trousers, the blood has dried up, and the color of the blood on the face and hands has been darkened a lot, and it has not been wiped off at all.

The man who has always been measured and balanced in everything, is a lost and fascinated wanderer. His eyes are dark and faint, but he can’t see a little bit of glory. It’s as deep as it can **** people in. The whole person sat still, still, terrible.

Nan Heng originally had something to say. After all, the person lying in the room is warm in the season. You can see the ink in the depths. You can only stand in the distance, frowning for a long time, and not close.

"Boss." A K came over and walked behind him and whispered: "Mr. Ink's injured position does not look good, it is in this part."

Said, A K raised his hand and placed it on the spine behind the Nanheng: "Here..."

Nan Heng Mei Yu is even more tightly tightened: "Mom, Atu too this grandson."

"It’s Mrs. Mo suddenly stopped the gun for Mr. Moo..." Ah K whispered: "Now don't mention Atu Tai and those people in front of him. Otherwise, if Mrs. Mo really has three long and two short, Mr. Mo is probably going to kill. Up..."

"Do you think he hasn't killed him?" Nan Heng coldly said: "Forgot the three years ago in Cambodia, who was the last deadly shot on Dalí’s forehead? It was also because of the warm season, he even The oath that was not murdered by the old man in the ink of the old man was broken. This time, do you think that Atu can have any good fruit to eat? I am afraid that it will be killed by his alive, and it will be hard to eliminate the hatred of this heart. ""

Ah K didn't talk anymore, just worried about the lights on the emergency room.

"Notice Qin Siting?"

"Notice, Dr. Qin had surgery a few hours ago. After he was busy, he booked a direct flight to Los Angeles. It is estimated that he will arrive tomorrow morning. Also, I also notified Feng Ling..."

Hearing the name of Feng Ling, Nan Heng’s expression paused and he suddenly looked at him. Ah K was busy and moved away without talking.

If it is for other reasons, Feng Ling may not return to Los Angeles at all, but now it is the warmth of the season, she will definitely come back.

Nan Heng looked at Mo Jingshen again. After watching it for a while, he frowned and pulled out a box of cigarettes to turn around and walk out of the hospital. He smoked a cigarette for a long time outside the hospital, and finally went back with a smell of smoke. See the ink depth of field still sitting there in that position.

He walked over and threw half a box of cigarettes to him. Mo Jingshen did not pick up. The cigarette case fell directly on the ground along his **** trousers.

Nan Heng looked at it and directly squinted at the eye. "I have known you for so many years. Today is a complete seeing of your loss of calmness. But what is the use of you?" The brothers in the XI base were out of the task. When one after another, there is no return, saying that men can't cry, but in front of human life, how many times have I been red, how many times I hate, but hate again, everyone is just flesh and blood, this is There are no miracles in the world. If you can keep them, you can keep them and you can't keep them. Even if you take a hole in this day, people will still go..."

"We are all coming back around the ghost gate. The warmth of the season has been tangled with you since she was taken out of the Los Angeles River in her teens, even if her life should have been It’s An An’s steady and quiet time, but who let her meet you? I shouldn’t have to bear it. I think she also recognizes it. If it’s not really loved a certain level, no one will ever This courage to stop the gun, it can be seen that in the years when you separated, her feelings for you have not diminished. When I saw Mr. Cente taking people to London, I saw that you are still calm, now you Mo Jingshen finally admitted that you will hurt too?"

Mo Jingshen slowly closed his eyes and still sat there. Nan Heng sat on the opposite bench and turned to look at the lights on the emergency room. After a moment, he said, "After people are sent to the hospital, Since I can still hold on for so long, maybe she can hold on for a while, and stick to it for a day or two. As long as she can support a certain amount of time, maybe she still has a rescue. If she hurts that position, she will usually shoot directly, maybe it will be a little bit biased. Distance, that is, this distance may be her first-line life. At this time, I have no consolation and swearing words, but I believe that the warm season will not leave so easily, she will not be willing to So leave."

Ink squint opened his eyes, his dark eyes looked at his hand hanging between his legs, watching the blood on the top of the color.

The ears are filled with the sound of the seasons when the blood is filled with blood.

Only you will be willing to forbear everything for me... you think... only you will love...

Do you think that only you will love?

This sentence kept reverberating in my mind. The brain of Mo Jingshen creaked, and some mechanically slowly raised his hand and looked at the blood on it.

Thank you for loving me, past and present, thank you for not giving up on me.

Thank you, I still want me.

I can say these words, how much care she cares about, how much he is worried about, and he is afraid that he will not return after ten years of anger, and he is afraid that this turn will be a death.

She didn’t feel anything tough on the surface, but she was pushed away step by step, and then, in order to let her go and tell her that he was dead, her expression was imprinted in her mind. Don't go.

She has been afraid.

But when she was most embarrassed and scared, she pushed her so far.

In order to be able to retain him, she did not even want the most dignity, and hugged him to catch him, but he was finally pushed away by him.

I remember that when she signed the divorce agreement, she did not plan to see him again on the last side and went directly to the UK.

I remembered that she had blood in his arms and said that she never stopped loving him. She remembered that she finally said that he was very low and low when he was pregnant...

Yes.

It hurts.

The whole heart of Mo Jingshen seems to have been put on the oil pan to cook and fry, and the pain is almost cracked.

(End of this chapter)