Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 293: : Mo Jingshen's eyes are very deep, with a warning in the dark

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At night, it is still inevitable to deliver meals.

This time Ji Nuan couldn't avoid the catastrophe by scalding his hands. Ajib told Dali to follow her from morning to night. The only thing Ji Nuan could do was to observe Dali's habits.

Dali drinks alcohol every day at noon and evening. He doesn't drink too much, doesn't take a nap, and doesn't get drunk to give anyone any chance to escape. Such a discreet and self-disciplined man, no wonder Ajib trusts him so much.

The old woman has helped Ji Nuan to reprocess the gauze on her hand, but it is still not a professional bandaging method. The burns on the back of Ji Nuan's hands are mixed with the color of herbal ash, which looks even more terrible. Fortunately, the white gauze bag Otherwise, she won't be able to see it herself.

As soon as Ji Nu's figure appeared in the wooden house in the depth of field of ink, I saw the man who was still sitting by the wall during the day. At this time, he was standing in front of the window, leaning against the wooden window sill, and glanced coldly. She just walked into the door.

She can still stand up, and it seems that the water she forcibly fed him in the morning still has a little effect, at least he hasn't really completely dehydrated.

Dali and the group stood outside as usual, watching.

Ji Nuan went in silently holding the wooden tray, took out the two bowls inside, and then looked at Mo Jingshen and told him to eat with his eyes.

Mo Jingshen stood still, just watching her.

There was a light black in his pupil color, his eyes were cold and bright, and when Dali's eyes were staring at Ji Nun, Mo Jingshen's eyes were deep again, and there was a danger warning in the thick black.

Ji Nuan probably understood. He told her to be honest, don't try to find a way to rescue him here, let alone any suspicious movement.

He was telling her to protect herself first.

Ji Nuan calmly glanced at the food on the table, picked up the chopsticks and bowl, and walked towards him.

Mo Jingshen looked at her without moving.

Ji Nuan was thinking that if she hadn't been caught here before, she might still be at Feng Ling and Nanheng, waiting for the best opportunity for rescue.

Now that she was already in the cricket, she was already a grasshopper standing on a rope with him, so what she did first was not to protect herself, but to let him eat.

She persisted for four days. If she did n’t eat or drink like this, her child would have no father.

The moment Mo Ji approached the bowl, Mo Jingshen's eyes became colder and colder.

Ji Nuan knows the deadlock between the two. He eats or not eats this meal, but if it is fed forcibly, at least it can be considered. After all, the strength of Mo Jingshen should be the enemy But she, she really wanted to feed, he couldn't stop it, and Dali wouldn't be surprised to see it.

She took a bite of rice with chopsticks and put it to his mouth. The man still kept his lips silent and stood silent as he did when drinking water in the morning.

Ji Nuan tried to make a few gestures to him again. In fact, the figure was also shown to Dali. She was expressing to Mo Jingshen that if he did n’t eat, she would be killed, and she folded her hands again. With his begging attitude, begging him to eat.

Mo Jingshen looked at her coldly, suddenly sneer, took a chair in the wooden house and sat down. After sitting down, he still said nothing.

If this large room seems to be performing an extreme mime, there are countless sharp edges hidden silently, and if it is not performed well, it will destroy people.

Ji Nuan took a bite of rice, chewed it in her mouth, and then opened her mouth like a "dumb" bit, like telling him that the meal was clean and she had made it herself, not poisonous.

Mo Jingshen sat down on the wooden chair, raised his hand, and was about to overturn another bowl on the table next to him, but was suddenly caught by a very weak force.

He turned his head, and Ji Nuan's scalded hand was already tightly holding his corner of the garment with some force.

He moved his eyes coldly and looked at her.

Ji Nuan moved her lips and carefully guarded the bowl to avoid being overturned by him. Seeing this situation has been deadlocked, she heard that Dali and the group were joking in Cambodian language from time to time. Hear some sarcastic laughter.

They have guns in their hands, they are here to control the power of life and death, and they can watch outside as if they are watching a lively event.

But Ji Nuan and Mo Jingshen have to be here in the front line of life and death. A little carelessness is impossible.

How can I get this scene to the limit?

How can one logically force a man to soften his heart so that he can eat?

Ji Nuan suddenly put down the bowl in his hand, kneeling slowly under the expression of Mo Jingshen.

The man sat on the chair and watched her figure suddenly kneeling down. If the quiet black eyes jumped off for nothing, it was only a moment, and he still looked at her with no expression, but his hand was on anyone. From an invisible angle, holding the armrest near the chair, the slender five fingers tightened and tightened, the joints became whiter, but there was no difference in emotion between the eyebrows.

Ji Nuan was crying, begging, and kneeling. Dali looked at Zheng Shuang outside and saw that Mo Jingshen did not have any tendency to eat. It seems that the woman arrested had nothing to do with him at all. It may even be true that the Chinese are not. After all, if he is a compatriot, maybe he can still have some reluctance.

From this point of view, Mo Jingshen is not only for determination, but also for his heart, such a beautiful and poor woman can't shake him.

Seeing that he was still unmoved, Dali simply went in and stuck the gun directly to Ji Nuan's head. Ji Nuan knelt on the ground and did not dare to move.

Da pointed at Ji Nuan's forehead with a gun, smirked and said in English: "Mr. Control really refuses to eat? Then it seems that this woman is really useless. You hate her so much. I ended her directly in front of you. Why? kind?"

Mo Jingshen smiled indifferently, with a cold eye, and did not care about his tone: "Really?"

Dali snapped the trigger directly, his eyes brushed on Mo Jingshen's always faint expression, and asked him, "Kill, or not kill?"

Mo Jing's eyes were drooping slightly, he didn't look at Ji Nuan again, his expression was cold and expressionless: "Kill then."

On hearing that, Dally narrowed his eyes.

Ji Nuan knelt on the ground stiffly, the muzzle of the black hole was always facing her forehead.

She didn't move, Dali didn't move, and the man sitting on the wooden chair didn't even lift his eyelids.

There was silence for a few seconds in the room.

Suddenly, Dali turned a corner of his mouth, laughed in a low voice, suddenly took the gun, and put the gun back to his waist: "Mr. Control really doesn't know how to be fragrant and precious, and such a white and so beautiful woman can't move you. "

Dali suddenly leaned down again, and not very clean fingers pinched Ji Nu's jaw: "It's useless, if your mother-in-law hasn't had the strength of hands and feet recently to help you cook, you are afraid that you can't live at all To today. "

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