Chapter 287: Mo Jingshen Hooked His Lower Lip Inexplicably, Dumb?

She was stunned for a moment, raised her eyes subconsciously, and looked inside the wooden house.

There was a person standing in the wooden house, with his back to the direction of the door, facing the window of the wooden house where dozens of thin steel bars were nailed. Through the gaps in the steel bars, he stood there silently, looking out of the window.

A pair of black Italian handmade leather shoes came into her field of vision. Compared with the past, the leather shoes looked a little old, stained with mud and a little dark red blood.

The upper leg, as always, was straight and slender, wrapped in black trousers, the black handmade shirt was a little wrinkled, and it seemed to have some bloodstains hidden, but it was almost invisible because of the color of the shirt.

But even in such a situation, the man just stood there quietly, still clean, handsome, noble, and indifferent.

And absolutely, on top.

This kind of high above is not as high as when he is usually in a high position in the business world, but it seems to be a clean air that cannot be polluted by mud. No matter what evil and filth entangle him, he can still be washed. Go to Yanhua, impeccable.

He stood there, he was still him.

Ink depth of field...

He is really here!

Ji Nuan's mouth moved subconsciously, but because the man named Dali was behind her, only about a meter away from her, any unusual attitudes and actions she had now would be immediately noticed by him, so not only did she He will die, and it is very likely that even Mo Jingshen, who is temporarily safe, will be implicated.

She silently placed the tray and food in her hand on the table in front of the door. Seeing that the man in front of the window was always standing there indifferently without looking back, she secretly gritted her teeth and did not make a sound.

Dalí was standing right behind her, watching her every move.

Seeing her put down all the food, Dali suddenly said in English, "Mr. Control! We have caught a woman, and the food she cooks is more in line with your Chinese tastes. You haven't had one for three days and three nights. Dripping has eaten a bite of food, and please Mr. Control to stop fighting with us like this, if you die, the secrets of those arms deals may not be able to be kept..."

The man in front of the window didn't look back as if he didn't hear him.

It turns out that the ink depth of field is what they call Control.

Seeing that Mo Jingshen didn't respond, Dali said in English with a cold smile, "Mr. Control, we don't know if this woman we just caught is from China, Japan, or other countries in Asia, she is very beautiful. , our Ajib's plan is to let her work here first, and then give her to us brothers to enjoy after the operation is over. If Mr. Control likes, Ajib may let you touch it first. She, this woman is still clean..."

Ji Nuan kept her head down, and when she heard this, she tightly clenched the empty tray in her hand, and stared at the food on the table again.

Haven't eaten or drank water for three days and three nights?

How did he get through it?

"But unfortunately, this woman is dumb..." Dali added.

The man in front of the window was obviously disturbed by Dali's croaking and turned his head away.

The moment Mo Jingshen turned around, Ji Nuan's heart came to his throat.

When the man in front of the window also saw her, he lifted his eyelids, and his light glance swept over her body, and finally landed on the white dress on her body.

Those eyes were extremely plain, as if they were looking at something unimportant, and at the same time as unfamiliar as they had never seen before. The handsome face was also calm, but the pupils were dark for a moment, as if there were still tulle It's like a cool coldness, but this emotion flashed by, no one caught it, even Ji Nuan was tensed by his cold eyes, if it wasn't for sure that he was indeed Mo Jingshen, she Almost had to wonder if he was someone who looked exactly like him, someone who didn't know her at all.

She just glanced at him quickly and looked away.

When Mo Jingshen looked at her, his eyes were scrutinized, unscrupulous and even very cold.

"Get out." The clear voice, the sentence spit out from his mouth, is a simple and easy-to-understand English.

Ji Nuan was shocked, and felt that all the hairs on his body would stand up from the cold. Dali also narrowed his eyes coldly, looking at Ji Nuan, who had been calm, and then looked at the one who seemed to be the same as this one who was just caught. Mo Jingshen, who was very unfamiliar to the woman and as always indifferent and rejected thousands of miles away, dispelled this suspicion of Ji Nuan.

"Mr. Control, why can't you live with your own life? This ordinary person has been starved for three days and has already been lying in bed and has no strength. Mr. Control, you can stop eating, drinking and sleeping with us to the end, but no matter what you do. You are also a mortal, how long can you survive? One day? Two days? Or ten days?" Dali said with a sneer.

Mo Jingshen was indifferent.

Dali smiled grimly again, and pointed at the food on the table with his eyes: "Are you sure you don't want to eat? The food made by this woman really tastes good."

Mo Jingshen was expressionless, glanced at the food on the table in the corner, still indifferent: "Did she make it?"

Hearing that there seemed to be some hidden meaning in his words, Dali looked at her and Ji Nuan who had been quietly and quietly there.

As a result, Mo Jingshen walked over, stopped by the table, lifted his eyelids, and glanced at Ji Nuan again: "Which country?"

Ji Nuan pursed her lips and said nothing.

Dali laughed a few times: "I said she is a mute, and her skin is so white. It is estimated that it is either China or Japan, or it may be from South Korea."

Mo Jingshen hooked his lower lip inexplicably: "Dumb?"

"What? Mr. Control doesn't believe it?" Dali suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched Ji Nuan's arm fiercely. Ji Nuan bit his lip in pain, but remained silent all the time, his face was white and he didn't open his eyes to look at the ink. The expression of the depth of field, she is afraid that her eyes will be exposed to him.

While pinching her, Dali paid attention to Mo Jingshen's face.

Mo Jingshen didn't even look at Ji Nuan, he said, "Ajibu is getting to know me better and better, knowing that I think you guys talk too much, so I finally sent a mute here."

Dali glanced at him immediately.

Mo Jingshen's tone was cold: "Unfortunately, I'm not interested."

Dali was stunned for a moment, and moved his hand from Ji Nuan's arm. Before he could speak, he saw Mo Jingshen's hand slightly raised, knocking over the food on the table mercilessly and spilling the soup. , He didn't even look at them, and turned around coldly, obviously extremely bored with them.

Seeing that this was no different from the previous days, Dali had no choice but to grab Ji Nuan by the neckline and pull her out, closing the door of the wooden house with a bang.