Nan Heng is close to 1.9 meters, and Feng Ling is also close to 1.7 meters, which is only about 10 to 20 centimeters different.
When he looked down at her condescendingly, he could clearly see each of her eyelashes. At this time, because of seeing him, they seemed to be forming frost bit by bit, without any warmth.
Even though during the ten months of separation, her appearance had taken on the body of the eldest lady of the Feng family, she was still the same Feng Ling in her bones.
Quiet and indifferent.
His heart skipped a beat, feeling a little sore and aching. He couldn't describe what it felt like. Nan Heng threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, raised his foot and put it out for a moment. He was about to reach out to hold her wrist, but was ignored by her. avoid it, and at the same time avoid it by a meter away.
Nan Heng looked down at her and said in a low and hoarse voice: "We haven't seen you for ten months. Do you plan to keep avoiding me like this?"
Feng Ling didn't seem to hear him. His eyes were cold. He gave up taking the elevator and turned around and walked directly to the safe passage in the other direction.
Nan Heng paused for a moment, then quickly followed him.
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Qin Siting hurried back to the hospital and entered the emergency room with Dr. Wendell. If the delay was any longer, Ji Nuan might have died in that hotel.
A few hours later, Ji Nuan was sent to the intensive care unit again. This time, the hospital learned a lesson and allowed people from Base XI to enter the isolation area. They put on a layer of disinfectant clothing and guarded outside the ward.
Mo Jingshen looked at Ji Nuan, who was lying motionless inside, through the visiting glass outside the ward. All the medical instruments damaged by those people had been replaced with other new ones. She was lying there, her whole body covered in white. , almost submerged in the pile of medical cords and instruments of various colors beside the bed, she remained motionless for as long as Mo Jingshen stood here looking at it.
After Qin Siting participated in the first aid, he took a shower and changed clothes. Seeing that Mo Jingshen could finally stand outside the ward and look at Ji Nuan, he walked over and said, "She was too seriously injured. She just had the operation a few days ago." She was tortured out by those people again. After disinfecting and re-treating the wound, I saw that her vital signs were relatively stable, but she was still very weak. No matter what, I lost her life last night. In my hands."
There was no emotional change on Mo Jingshen's face. Only when he looked at Ji Nuan on the bed inside, his eyes darkened, closer to the color of ink, and his voice was low and slow: "Even if I was watching from the outside, I wouldn't necessarily know what happened last night." You will find out the situation inside. After all, the isolation area is too far away and the medical staff are all wearing sterilizing masks. It has nothing to do with you, so you don’t need to take the responsibility on yourself."
Qin Siting also looked at Ji Nuan inside: "Those people just want to get what they want from you, so they never dare to attack you, but they are vicious to the people around you, but Ji Nuan's behavior They can’t afford a life.”
Mo Jingshen stared at the motionless woman inside and said calmly: "No matter who it is, they can't kill her."
These words were calm and calm, compared to the early morning battle when Mo Jingshen broke into the hotel alone and fired a warning shot, but these words had a heavier weight.
"Atu State is still in Nan Heng's hands?" Mo Jingshen asked calmly.
"I asked Ah K, and he said that he is locked up in the base, and many people are guarding him, waiting for you to take the time to go back and deal with it. After all, the person who was injured is Ji Nuan, and they know that this person must be dealt with by yourself in order to relieve your hatred. .”
"If Ji Nuan doesn't wake up for a whole day, even if he is put to death, he may not be relieved of his hatred." Mo Jingshen's eyes were cold: "Where are the people from Nanheng?"
Qin Siting didn't answer, just sighed and said with a smile: "You know, it's rare for Feng Ling to return to Los Angeles because of Ji Nuan's matter."
Although the answer was not what was asked, it was enough to make Mo Jingshen understand Nan Heng's current situation.
Mo Jingshen said nothing, only looking at Ji Nuan in the visiting glass, looking at her pale face that had lost weight in just a few days, looking at her eyelashes that had not even moved, and her ears were full of What she said before the accident.
She said she wanted to go back to Yuyuan.
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In the dark detention room, people would curse from time to time, sometimes in Cambodian language, sometimes in English, and occasionally in Chinese. The same words came back and forth.
"Let Control come to see me! He is a coward! Why do you want you losers to lock me up here? If you have the ability, come to see me alone..."
"Control! The Chinese name is Mo Jingshen, right? Get over here!"
After scolding him for several days without being given a morsel of food or water, Atu Tai had no strength to curse anymore, and he was on the verge of death. If he hadn't fainted once during the process, the XI base would have been destroyed. Someone poured cold water on him and forced him to wake up and continue to be tortured. He took the opportunity to get a mouthful of water and drank it, otherwise he would probably be dead by now.
However, the saliva still smelled foul. From the taste, it was obvious that the feces and urine of the team dogs raised in the base were mixed in it.
The wounds on Autai's body from being beaten to death have long since dried up. Blood and torn clothes are stuck to his body. His yellow hair is messy on the top of his head, so sticky that it is almost tied into knots.
He was still cursing, breathing weakly while cursing: "Control! Don't think that I die so easily like Ajib!"
"Of course your death will not be as simple as Ajib's. Without me coming here personally, people here have thousands of ways to help you survive or die."
Suddenly hearing a voice coming 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 sinister.
The man who had rushed back to the XI base from the hospital looked at the embarrassed Atuta, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice, and said nonchalantly: "You must try your best to know the source of those underground arms here, just for the sake of those numbers. With endless wealth, you two brothers risked your lives one after another but never heard me let go. You are very unwilling, aren't you?"
A Tu Tai sneered: "Even if you don't tell us the source of those channels, I'm afraid you won't swallow those things. Don't you think it's a pity that wealth worth billions is hidden under your silence?"
"You have spent so many years in various war-torn countries making money from national disasters and eating the food of dead people. If you haven't even earned these billions, don't expect you to get the money after I tell you the channels. For a waste like you, Even if I put something in front of you, it’s an astronomical amount that you can’t swallow.”
No matter how light Mo Jingshen's tone was, the contemptuous meaning was the same.
Atu Tai's face became gloomy for a moment, his hands were handcuffed and could not move, and his fingers were almost twisted until they were pinched.