Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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Mo Jingshen received a call from the hospital and left from the XI base again, and rushed back to the hospital directly.

Dr. Wendell said that Ji Nuan was taken away by the group of Cambodians before the dangerous period had passed. He was hit by the head when he was brought into the car midway. The head injury caused subarachnoid hemorrhage. Although Not fatal, but the time for her recovery to wake up cannot be accurately predicted.

When Mo Jingshen returned to the hospital or back to the base, he was wearing black trousers and a black T-shirt. Because it was impossible to predict when Ji Nuan woke up, the whole person looked like a decadent and dark taste.

Even after changing clothes and taking a bath, he hasn't cleaned himself for a few days. His short black hair is a bit messy by the wind. He still has a beautiful face, deep facial features, but just leaves coldly.

He walked back to the ICU ward and watched the scene through the glass.

Because Ji Nuan can no longer toss the body now, brain surgery can no longer be transferred to the operating room, but directly in the severe ICU.

Across the glass window with protective function, Mo Jingshen looked at Ji Nuan and looked at him lying there, even without anesthesia, and did not seem to have any consciousness during the operation.

The doctor is intensively performing surgery on her, with various medical instruments emitting drops of sound from time to time, as well as images of cardiac pulse breathing blood pressure monitoring and so on.

Looking at the sometimes faint heartbeat on the image, the bottom of Mo Jingshen's eyes was turbulent, stepping on the icy ground and standing upright in front of the glass.

When Ah K rushed back, what he saw was that Mo Jingshen was standing there all the time, and his face was indifferent and cautious, and he quickly walked over.

AK knew that Ji Nuan's physical condition was very critical in recent days. Mr Mo could not leave him, so he respectfully said about Atu Tai's stay at the base. It is estimated that Atu too could not survive God, after simply explaining the treatment of the group of people related to A Tu Tai, he left without disturbing him.

Between the aisles of the hospital outside the ICU, it became silent again.

Mo Jingshen looked at Ji Nuan's unconsciousness, slowly raised his hand, and put it on the glass window.

The palm of the hand gradually closed, clenched into a fist, and the joints turned pale.

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a week later--

Ji Nuan still didn't wake up, with an oxygen tube inserted between her nose and a needle on the back of her hand. Except for the paleness on the back of the already scarred hand, all that remained was a bluish purple mark left by the pinhole.

Fortunately, starting this morning, Ji Nuan's wound has healed, and the internal organs injured by bullets have recovered well. Although I still live in the severe ICU, I can allow two hours of visits every day.

Qin Shiting walked into the ward and saw Mo Jingshen sitting by the bed, always watching Ji Nuan in his sleep.

How long has she slept these days, and Mo Jingshen has been with her here for a long time. The company ’s internal and external affairs are given to the deputy general manager and assistants. Ji Nuan cannot eat, and Mo Jingshen has hardly eaten these days, only occasionally. They simply ate a few sips when they were forcibly pressed on the table.

Qin Shiting went behind him: "The phone you put outside rang. I glanced at it. It came from Jicheng's home in Haicheng. It is estimated that Ji Nuan has not heard anything these days. Ji Hongwen has something to look for. she was."

Mo Jingshen glanced at the time: "I'll call him back later."

Qin Shiting nodded: "Ji Nuan is injured like this now. People in Haicheng still don't tell first, wait until all her vital signs have stabilized. Otherwise, so many people will surely come over a thousand miles. Especially the old man from your Mo family, he is so old, he knows less about these things and is less worried. "

Mo Jingshen didn't talk anymore, his gaze remained on the face of the sleeping person on the bed, motionless.

Knowing the current state of Mo Jingshen seems to have nothing to do with him, except for such a thing as waiting for Ji Nuan to wake up.

Qin Shiting couldn't say more, just patted it on his shoulder, and then looked at Ji Nuan, also in a deep sleep, as if he had no dreams, and his face was pale and transparent. Is a real person.

Mo Jingshen put her hand on the hand where Ji Nuan did not give an injection, and held her hand full of bruises firmly in the palm.

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Another half month passed.

Ji Nuan's ward has allowed Mo Jingshen to accompany her every day.

The woman's soft white hand has been held in his hand, and the mobile phone next to the bed vibrates at this time. Mo Jingshen glanced lightly and raised the other hand to pick up the phone.

"Mr. Mo, behind Tota, there is also a righteous father who was originally recognized in Mexico. He is the black hand of the Mexican party. The godfather of the party was also mixed in various war-torn countries around the world. Most of the time, the remaining staff and wealth are not enough to support them, so they will send Atu Taito to find a way to earn the billions of unlucky money from the sources of underground arms in your mouth. Now Atu Taiyi ’s righteous father has been found by us because he was diagnosed with liver cancer a few months ago. He is lying in a hospital waiting to die. The people under his hands have run out because of seeing Atu too unfavorable. Personal, but currently controlled by us, he wants to call you, do you want to answer? "

Mo Jingshen said coldly, "People, what else do you want to say?"

The other party directly gave the phone to A Tutai ’s righteous father, and then there was an old and weak voice: "Mr. Control, I dealt with you many years ago, but you did n’t find me at that time , I did not expect that now my only son is in your hands. "

Mo Jingshen didn't say anything, just put Ji Nuan's hand in the palm of his hand slowly, and gently stroked it on each of her fingers, as if to warm her cold hands and keep her hands away. Keep cooling down.

"Mr. Control, there is a saying in China called a praying arm as a car. I know this is the case now, and I have no qualifications to talk to you at all, but I have no children under my knees, and Atu is my only son. Follow me very faithfully and respectfully, I am willing to give you the rest of my wealth, I just ask you to let him go, and now I want to know, how did you treat my righteous son? "

The bottom of Mo Jingshen's dark eyes was cold and frivolous sneer: "You should ask, how do I treat you."

In this remark, people will not be let out at all, and the meaning that they will be exhausted from top to bottom is already shockingly clear.

The person on the opposite side of the phone was momentarily dumb and wanted to continue talking, but Mo Jingshen suddenly glanced, looking down at Ji Nuan's hand in his palm, his index finger moved slightly.