Chapter 695: No Matter Who It Is, She Can't Kill Her

Nan Heng is close to 1.9 meters, and Feng Ling is also close to 1.7 meters, which is probably only ten or twenty centimeters away.

When he looked down at her condescendingly, he could clearly see every single "hair" of her eyelashes. At this time, because he saw him, it seemed to be frosting little by little, without the slightest temperature.

Even though in the ten months of separation, her appearance has been crowned with the body of the eldest Miss Feng family, but her bones are still the same Feng Ling.

Alone and indifferent.

His heart felt a little sore and a little painful. He couldn't tell what it was like. Nan Heng still threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, lifted his foot to put it out for a moment, and was about to reach out to hold her wrist, but she was left without a trace. to avoid, and at the same time to avoid a distance of one meter away.

Nan Heng looked down at her and said hoarsely, "I haven't seen you for ten months, are you going to keep avoiding me like this?"

Feng Ling didn't seem to hear him, his eyes were cold, he gave up taking the elevator, turned and walked directly to the safety passage in the other direction.

Nan Heng's expression paused, and then he quickly followed.

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Qin Siting rushed back to the hospital and entered the emergency room with Dr. Wendell. If the time was delayed longer, Ji Nuan would probably die in that hotel.

A few hours later, Ji Nuan was sent to the intensive care unit again. This time, the hospital was able to gain wisdom by taking a bite out of it. People from the xi base were allowed to enter the isolation area and put on a layer of disinfection coat to guard outside the ward.

Mo Jingshen looked at Ji Nuan who was lying motionless inside through the viewing glass outside the ward. All the medical equipment that had been damaged by those people had been replaced with other new equipment. She lay there, her body completely white. "Lust" was almost submerged in the pile of medical official lines and instruments of various colors beside the bed. How long Mo Jingshen stood there and watched, she stayed motionless for a long time.

Qin Siting took a shower and changed his clothes after participating in the first aid. Seeing that Mo Jingshen could finally stand directly outside the ward and look at Ji Nuan, he walked over and said, "She is too seriously injured. She was tossed out by those people again. She was disinfected and re-treated the wound just now. I saw that her vital signs were stable, but she was still very weak. Anyway, I lost her last night, and her life was lost. In my hand."

There was no emotional change on Mo Jingshen's face, but when he looked at Ji Nuan on the bed inside, his eyes were dim, closer to Mo's color, and his voice was low and slow: "Last night's situation even if I was watching from outside. You may not find out what's going on inside,

After all, the quarantine area is too far, and the medical staff are wearing sterilizing masks. It has nothing to do with you, and you don't have to take the responsibility on yourself. "

Qin Siting also looked at Ji Nuan inside: "Those people only want to get what they want from you, so they never dare to attack you, but they are cruel to those around you, but Ji Nuan's this life, they can't afford it."

Mo Jingshen stared at the motionless woman inside, and said lightly, "No matter who she is, she can't be killed."

These words were calm and calm, compared to the early morning when Mo Jingshen broke into the hotel alone and fired warning shots, but these words had a heavier weight.

"Atu Shi is still in Nan Heng's hands?" Mo Jingshen asked lightly.

"I asked Ak and said that he was locked in the base, and many people were guarding them, waiting for you to take time to go back to solve the problem. After all, the person who hurt was Ji Nuan, and they knew that this person must be solved by yourself to solve the hatred. ."

"Ji Nuan doesn't wake up for a day, even if he is late, he may not be able to relieve his hatred." Mo Jingshen's eyes were cold: "What about Nanheng people?"

Qin Siting didn't answer, he just sighed and smiled: "You know, it's rare for Feng Ling to go back to Los Angeles because of Ji Nuan."

Although the answer was wrong, it was enough for Mo Jingshen to understand Nan Heng's current situation.

Mo Jingshen didn't speak any more, just looked at Ji Nuan in the visiting glass, at her pale face that had lost weight in just a few days, at her eyelashes that hadn't even moved, and her ears. It's all about what she said before the accident.

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

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In the dark prison cell, there were people swearing from time to time, occasionally in Cambodian language, occasionally in English, and occasionally spit out Chinese.

"Let the control come to see me! He is a coward! What does it mean to let you bastards keep me here? Come see me alone if you have the ability..."

"Control! The Chinese name is Mo Jingshen, right? Get over here for Lao Tzu!"

After scolding for a few days, I didn't get a sip of food or water. After four or five days, Atutai didn't have the strength to scold again, and the whole person was on the verge of death. The person who had smashed cold water on him "forced" him to wake up and continue to be tortured. He took the opportunity to receive a sip of water and drank it, otherwise he would probably be dead by now.

However, the saliva still stinks, and it tasted that it should be the feces and "urine" of the team dogs raised in this base.

The wounds on Atutai's body that had been beaten alive had long since dried up, blood and torn clothes were sticking to his body, and his yellow hair was messy on top of his head, and the sticking was almost tied into a knot.

He was still cursing, panting weakly while cursing: "Control! Don't think I'm as easy to die as Ajib!"

"Of course your method of death will not be as straightforward as Ajib. You don't have to come here in person. There are thousands of ways for people here to let you survive and die."

Suddenly hearing a voice from outside, Atutai frowned, and immediately raised his head to look at the person who finally appeared outside the door.

The moment he saw Mo Jingshen clearly, his eyebrows immediately turned gloomy.

The man who rarely rushed back from the hospital to the xi base looked at the embarrassed Atutai, his voice was low and hoarse, and he was indifferent: "I will try my best to know the source of the underground arms, just for the sake of those numbers. The inexhaustible wealth, you two brothers sacrificed their lives one after another, but couldn't hear me let go once, very unwilling, right?"

Atu sneered: "Even if you don't tell us the sources of those sources, I'm afraid you don't plan to swallow those things. Don't you feel that it's a pity that billions of wealth are hidden in your silence?"

"For so many years in various war-torn countries, you have earned money from national disasters and eaten the dead. You haven't even earned these billions, so don't expect me to tell you the channels and you can get the money. This kind of waste, even if you put something in front of you, it is an astronomical amount that you can't swallow."

No matter how light Mo Jingshen's tone was, the contempt was thick.

A Tutai's face was gloomy for a moment, and his hands were handcuffed, and his fingers were almost twisted. The warm wind is not as deep as your love