Ex-wife of A Billionaire

Tang Xiao's face suddenly changed.

When did Feng Jingyu come out?

Isn't he still chatting with his father and second uncle?

Tang Sheng looked at Feng Jingyu who came over.

There was a smell of evil in the man's body. What he just said was calm, but it sounded like ridicule wrapped with anger.

Suddenly

Feng Jingyu winked at her, and Tang Sheng immediately turned petrified.

This man... Can you hold the human device well?!

Tang Xiao clenched his hand and looked at Feng Jingyu who had come near with an anger in some grievances.

Just when she wanted to say something, Tang Sheng stood up and looked at it subconsciously.

"Alas," Tang Sheng sighed, raised his lips and smiled, "it's really... Hitting the face! It's still real people hitting the face. It hurts!"

With that, Tang Sheng also realized his cheek.

"Tang Sheng..." Tang Xiao felt that his face couldn't hang up.

Tang Sheng did smile, "to keep the calm and calm that a Tang family leader's daughter should have, no matter under any circumstances, you can't break your manners!"

Tang Yi drooped her eyes, with a tolerant smile at the corners of her mouth, but in her eyes, there was a cold mood.

Illegitimate children... Have no rights?!

Oh!

"Tang Yi, there's still a while to eat. You can bring it to me now!" Tang Sheng said.

"Good!" Tang Yi raised his eyes, got up, nodded slightly with Feng Jingyu, and left with Tang Sheng.

Feng Jingyu looked at Tang Sheng's back and seemed helpless, but he sighed faintly.

Tang Xiao looked at Feng Jingyu coldly. "It seems that every man likes women who are dusty."

"Really?" Feng Jingyu took back his sight, looked at Tang Xiaoxie's hooked lips, and said slowly, "I don't like... Women with big dust." Then he looked at her up and down, which meant it was obvious.

Suddenly, Tang Xiao's face became extremely embarrassed.

"Alas, I came to call my Sheng Sheng to go back to the house to eat fruit." Feng Jing left in a whisper. In his tone, he was spoiled by some helplessness.

Tang Sheng's eyes filled with evil light, and finally Tang Sheng left.

……

Borneo island.

Mo Jian limped along with the team on a twisted branch.

"Mo, are you ok?" A mixed race man turned back and asked.

Mo Jian's face was not very good, but he still nodded with a smile, and then looked at a half unconscious man on a stretcher made of temporary branches and leaves, with a tight eyebrow.

"If it's no accident, you should be able to go out in four or five hours. Locke's condition is stable for the time being. You can't trust your own medical skills?" The man on one side was relieved.

Mo Jian heaved a sigh, and his heart was obviously heavy.

There are not enough people to leave the world. Some people are not ready at all.

It is estimated that you can get out of the forest in four or five hours, but in the end, because of your physical state, you have two more hours.

Locke urgently needs surgery, but Mo Jian's hand is also hurt. He can't get the scalpel. It will be delayed to send him to the urban hospital.

"It's too late. Take it to the hospital. Locke is afraid..." Mo Jian looked at his hand and the simple clinic of the supply team outside, "I'll come!"

When he did it, there was still a glimmer of hope, but when he was sent to the hospital, Locke was really hopeless.

People look at me and I look at you. At last, they all look at Mo Jian and look worried.

We have been together for many years. We are very relieved about Mo Jian's medical skills.

But now the situation is special

"That's it!" The team leader said, "Locke's situation can't be worse."

Everyone looked more dignified one by one.

Mo Jian's hand clenched slightly. It hurt so much that his nerves were trembling.

He really doesn't think he can do such a manual operation, but

"Mo ship!"

Suddenly, an excited voice came from a distance.

Before they could react, they saw a figure coming, and then they hugged Mo Jian.

No, it's not holding... It should be jumping on him, or a very flexible one.

"..." everyone was silent and looked at Mo Jian's face distorted by the pain caused by the wound.

"Hahaha, I'm so lucky. Unexpectedly, I just arrived at your supply station and you just came out. Hahaha..." the popular one is happy.

Mo Jian has also reacted. Just now, his dignified face eased and said, "well, I think I'm also very lucky."

"Ha ha, isn't it?" The popularity let go of Mo Jian and patted him on the shoulder. "Do you want to... Eh, boy, are you hurt?!"

"I'm fine. You came just in time!" Mo Jian took hold of the popularity, "I have someone injured here. My ribs are inserted into my lungs. I need surgery. My hand is injured. Just in time, you come!"

Hearing the popularity, he suddenly pulled Mo Jian to a stop, "I'm here to find you, not to operate on people... No!"

He is popular and has a strange temper. As long as he is not interested, he is not interested in other people's life and death. Mo Jian knows this very well.

"You didn't come to see me, did you?" Mo Jian asked directly.

Although the little martial uncle met him several times when he was a teenager and occasionally contacted by telephone, he would never come to him for no reason.

"Of course not!" Popular eyebrows, "I'm looking for you to ask..."

"It's simple. You save people for me first, and then we can talk about you looking for me, otherwise we won't talk about everything." Mo Jian directly interrupted the popular words.

"..." the popularity immediately stared.

"Think about it!" Mo Jian's posture was uncompromising. "You only have half a minute to make a decision, or I'll go in and save people. I'm sorry for your business. I'm not free."

"Can you operate on this hand?" The popularity glanced at the hand of Mo ship.

"Can it be my business? You still have 20 seconds."

“……”

Mo Jian pinched his watch. As soon as 30 seconds arrived, he didn't ask. He turned and went to the clinic.

The fashion immediately blew his beard and stared, "OK, I'll make it for you."

Mo Jian immediately smiled, "I want people to live, otherwise everything will be free."

"Shit, you unfilial disciple, don't go too far!" Popular jumping.

Mo Jian shrugged with an attitude of 'what can you do to me'.

"I'll settle with you when I come out!" Feng Xing pointed to Mo Jian, gritted his teeth and turned to the clinic.

"Mo?" The team leader looked at the popularity and went to the clinic before he came forward and asked, "who is he?"

"With him, Locke can be pulled back by him as long as he has a breath." Mo Jian didn't say much about her popular identity.

"Such a cow?" Some people were surprised.

Mo Jian nodded and raised his eyebrows.

Yes, uncle Shizu is very good.

It's conceivable that he can be accepted as a closed disciple by the ghost doctor who has retired as an exception. It's his talent.

At the same time

Los Angeles, look at the information. Popularity: just came here, and Mo Jian came out. I haven't had time to be happy. He even coerced me to have a small operation to insert my ribs into my lungs? Am I the one who has such a minor operation?