The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 684, no matter who it is, can't ask her life.

Nanheng is close to one meter nine, and Fengling is also close to one meter seven, which is about one or twenty centimeters worse.

When he looked down at her, he could clearly see each of her eyelashes. At this time, because she saw him, it seemed to be a little bit frosted, and there was no temperature.

Even if it was separated for ten months, her appearance had already been crowned with the body of Miss Jie, but her bones were still the same.

Quiet and indifferent.

The heart raised a bite, some acid and some pain, can not tell what it is, Nan Heng still throw away the cigarette **** in the hand, lifted the foot and stepped out for a moment, is about to reach out to hold her wrist, but she was not traced by her Avoiding it while avoiding the distance of one meter away.

Nan Heng looked down at her, low and hoarse opening: "I haven't seen you for ten months. Are you going to avoid me like this?"

Feng Ling did not hear him talking, his eyes were cool, he gave up the elevator to go, and turned to the safe passage in the other direction.

Nan Heng's look suddenly paused and suddenly followed quickly.

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Qin Siting rushed back to the hospital and entered the emergency room with Dr. Wendell. If the time was delayed for a long time, the season warmth would be directly broken in that hotel.

A few hours later, the warm season was re-introduced into the intensive care unit. This time, the hospital was considered to have eaten a long squad, allowing people from the XI base to enter the quarantine area and put on a layer of sterilized outerwear to guard outside the ward.

The ink was deep across the glazing glass outside the ward, watching the still warm quarters lying inside. All the medical equipment damaged by those people had been replaced with other new equipment. She lay there and walked white. Almost drowned in the pile of medical lines and instruments of various colors at the bedside, how long did Mo Jingshen stand here, how long she stayed motionless.

After Qin Siting took part in the first aid, he took a shower and changed his clothes. Seeing that Mo Jingshen could finally stand outside the ward and watch the warm season, he went over and said: "She hurts too much, just after a few days of surgery. I was tossed out by those people. I just treated the wounds again after disinfection. I saw her signs of life still stable, but it was still very weak. Anyway, people were lost to me last night, her life. Packed in my hands."

There is no emotional change on the face of Mo Jingshen. When I look at the warmth of the bed inside, the twilight is dim and closer to the ink. The voice is low and slow: "The situation last night was even if I looked outside, not necessarily. I will find the inside situation. After all, the isolation area is too far away. The medical staff are carrying the sterilization mask, which has nothing to do with you. It is not necessary to take responsibility to yourself."

Qin Siting also looked at the warm season inside: "Those people just want to get what they want from your mouth, so they never dare to start with you, but they are toxic to the people around you, but this season is warm. They can't afford it."

Ink star stares at the woman who is motionless inside. The faint saying: "No matter who you are, you can't have her life."

This is a fascinating wind. It is not so shocking as it was when the morning scene of Mo Jingshen’s singularity broke into the hotel’s warning shot, but it has a heavier weight.

"A road is still in the hands of Nanheng?" Mo Jing asked.

"I asked A K, saying that it was locked in the base. Many people are guarding, waiting for you to take time to solve it. After all, the injured person is the warm season. They know that this person must let you solve it yourself. ""

"A warm day does not wake up, even if it is too late, it may not be hateful." Mo Jing deep look cool: "Nanheng people?"

Qin Siting did not answer, only sighed and smiled: "You know, it is rare for Feng Ling to return to Los Angeles because of the warm season."

Although it is not answered, it is enough to make the ink scene clear about the current situation of Nanheng.

Mo Jingshen did not speak any more, just looked at the warmth in the glass of the visiting glass. She looked at her and she had already lost a circle of pale face in a few days. She looked at the eyelashes that she had never moved. What she said before the accident.

She said she wanted to go back to the Imperial Garden.

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In the dark confinement room, people from time to time are screaming in their mouths, occasionally using the Cambodian language, occasionally in English, and occasionally spit out Chinese, to come back and forth.

"Let Control come to see me! He is the kind! What kind of waste do you put me here? I have the ability to see me alone..."

"Control! Chinese name is Mo Jingshen right? Roll over to Laozi!"

After a few days of continuous squatting, I was not given a sip of water. After four or five days, Atu too had no strength to squat again. The whole person had already reached the edge of sudden death. If he was not fainted once in the middle, XI base The man broke the cold water on him and forced him to wake up and continue to be tortured. He took the opportunity to drink a sip of water, otherwise it is estimated that it is now dead.

It is still stinking and stinking. It tastes like it should be that the scorpion and urine of the team dogs raised in this base are mixed in.

The wounds that Atu too was beaten alive have already dried up, blood and broken clothes stick to the body, yellow hair is messy on the top of the head, and the stick is almost ready to be knotted.

He was still groaning, groaning and snoring: "Control! Don't think that I am as easy to die as Ajib!"

"Of course, your death will not be as simple as Ajibu. I don't have to come in person. There are thousands of ways for you to survive and not die."

Suddenly I heard the voice coming from outside. Atu too's eyebrows pressed, and immediately looked up and looked at the person who finally appeared outside the door.

When he saw the moment of ink depth, the eyebrows immediately became haze.

It is rare for a man who rushed back to the XI base from the hospital to look at the awkward Atu Tai. The voice of the opening is low and dumb, and he is careless: "The means to use the underground arms is also known to me. Inexhaustible wealth, your brothers and two of them have been killed for a while but have not heard that I have loosened a mouth, very unwilling, is it?"

Away is too sneer: "Even if you don't tell us the source of the channels, I am afraid that you don't intend to swallow those things. The wealth worth billions of dollars is hidden under your silence. Don't you think it's a pity?"

"In the war-torn countries, the money to make money for the dead has been eaten for so many years. You haven’t even earned billions of dollars. Don’t expect me to tell you when you can get the money. For your waste, Even if you put something in front of you, it is an astronomical number that you can't swallow."

The tone of Mo Jingshen is light, and the meaning of frivolity is thick.

Away was too sullen and sullen, and the unmovable hands were caught, and the fingers were almost pinched.

(End of this chapter)