Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

But in front of Shi Sheng, he didn't show any special out of control, just sneered, "are you shooting samsara? Still believe in retribution? It's no wonder that after so much experience, it's just like a weak chicken. "

Shi Sheng: "I'm not sure."

She thought of an Internet language she had heard before.

There is a saying about MMP. I don't know whether to speak or not.

…………

Mo Beiting sent Shi Sheng to the hospital, took anesthetics, gouged out the rotten meat and put on the medicine again. For insurance, he also got an injection of tetanus.

Ji Yunan arrived at noon the next day.

White shirt, black long windbreaker over the shoulder, feet are a pair of black shoes.

He had a Kevin with him. He had just been on the plane for more than ten hours. He looked a little tired, and his chin was covered with shallow scum.

But it doesn't look down and out, on the contrary, it has a kind of soul stirring attraction.

Ji Shiyi and Mo Beiting were sitting and standing in the corridor of the hospital. They didn't sleep all night. They didn't look tired, but their eyes were deep and silent, like a bottomless dry well, dark.

Especially in the season.

Seeing him coming, he suddenly stood up from his chair, pursed his lips, and his muscles trembled uncontrollably because of anger.

The green tendons on the back of the hands are stretched, and each one looks like a fierce beast waiting for an opportunity.

Ji Yunan was walking past him without squinting. The relationship between father and son was always bad, so the scene of meeting and not talking sometimes happened.

Bodyguards guard at the door of the ward, see him come, to the side let, "less season."

Ji Yunan nodded, looked cold "en", pushed open the door of the ward, raised his feet to go in.

The season is finally tense. In front of so many people, he doesn't say hello, even "Dad".

He really has a good son.

"Ji Yunan."

Men step forward to the leg back, looking back to the season, dark eyes there is no substance, "Dad."

"Do you still think I'm your father?"

Angry, he glanced at the upright bodyguard at the door of the ward and gave a cold "hum". However, because of his "Dad", his face softened.

Lost in his son's hands, in addition to angry, but also gratified.

Ji shiye's glance made Ji Yunan understand what he meant. "Even if he was a puppet, he would always have some ideas of his own. Do you want me to be oppressed by you all my life? Never resist. Even if you want to protect a woman, it depends on your face. "

"When did it start?" The man gasped a few breath, a pair of eyes staring round, blushing, neck thick looking at the man in front of the long body Yuli.

He hasn't looked at his son carefully for a long time. He thought he was a child who didn't grow up, but he has grown into a man who can be independent.

It's not like such a big hand can be made overnight.

"When Mu Qinghuan was sent to France by you."

"... good, good," he said three "good" words in succession, with a ferocious look on his face, "keep Shisheng. Sooner or later, it will be a disaster. You can weigh it for yourself."

With that, he didn't want to stay here for a second and left.

Ji Yunan looked at Mo Beiting and said, "third brother, thank you."

Mo Beiting snorted. After a while, he faintly spat out two words, "promising."

After a moment's silence, he said, "I'll give it to you. If you lose it this time, don't bother me with it any more."

I didn't sleep all night. I was a little tired.

Mo Beiting raises his hand and pinches his eyebrows. He gives Shi Sheng to Ji Yunan. Yi Qiao doesn't expect to see him for a long time.

But now only Ji Yunan can protect her.

What she has is very important to Ji's family. If she doesn't want to give up revenge, there will be endless troubles. Not to mention whether he can protect her, it's just for Shi Sheng, and it's not worth his effort.

Ji Yunan looked at the door of the ward, slowly narrowed his eyes, "no more."

yes.

No more.

He will never lose Shisheng any more. Even if he uses the handcuffs, he will handcuff her to his side.

This is the only thing he thought about during his more than ten hours on the plane

……

In the ward.

Shi Sheng is sleeping.

The warm air blows out from the air outlet of the air conditioner and makes a whirring sound.

The quilt was very high, covering her chin, and her face was red with the heat.