The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

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I haven't had time to ask more questions, and the plane has already landed.

The cabin door opened quickly, and Feng Ling picked up the phone and didn't know who to call, but there were many people coming out of the plane.

......

Even after getting off the plane, Mo Jingshen also took the warmth of the season and did not let go. The season warmer did not find another opportunity to ask him, the two were pushed to the hospital by such a group of people pushing Sang Sang.

The back wounds of Mo Jingshen were not particularly satisfactory in the Cambodian hospital. The doctor arranged an exclusive passage for him and went straight to the hospital just after going to the hospital.

The operation ended from 6:30 pm in the US to 10:00 in the evening. Because of the general anesthesia, Mo Jingshen did not wake up all night.

The police and the base people left after the successful operation of the operation. Nan Heng also confirmed that the injury of Mo Jingshen was completely okay, and was urged to return to the base by the warm season.

The warm season was originally to stay in the ward to take care of him, but because of the surgery, tonight, Mo Jingshen needs to rest in the sterile ward for one night, and can only allow people to enter in the morning. She can't go in now, standing outside the ward. Looking through the huge glass window, the man was still pale and still had a deep face when he was asleep.

In my mind, I kept echoing Mo Jingshen before she landed and looked at her eyes.

is it him?

Was the man who was covered in blood at the beginning, who was inadvertently rescued by the Los Angeles River, was Mo Jingshen?

Feng Ling went out and bought some daily necessities that were needed for the warm season. When I came back, I saw that the warmth of the season was not on the glass window. I went to persuade her to say a few words, saying that Mr. Mo has recovered a lot, but the relationship between the anesthetics is still Need to sleep for a day, wake up tomorrow will not have something, and then take her to the obstetrics and gynecology examination.

After the inspection, the warmth of the season is not bad. There is no problem. It is only fluctuating too much in recent days. In the words of China, it is said that the fetal gas has been affected. It is not very stable. It needs to rest in bed for a few days, plus her. Those scalds on the hands also need to be properly disposed of, so I arranged a comfortable ward on the other floor for the warmth, so that she can get a rest and stay with me.

It’s hard to settle down on a bed, no longer the sound of gunshots or explosions at any time, and no need to be threatened by life.

The season warms but suddenly can't sleep.

Over and over for a long time, picking up the phone only to see a few missed calls that Xia Tian called her a day before, and a few text messages.

[What about people? What if the call is not answered? ]

[I don't plan to come back yet. There isn't even a local product in Cambodia. Is it worth the fun? Come back soon, here are hundreds of millions of orders waiting for the season boss! ]

The warm season just returned to Haicheng and went to Cambodia. In the middle, I only took time to call Xia Tian and said that I had a vacation in Cambodia. Xia Tian thought that she was too stressed in the T-city in the past few months. Her fake, let her go out and play.

This so-called holiday is really an unforgettable experience.

The season warmed up and gave a call to Xia Tian.

In the night of Los Angeles, the country is already in the morning, Xia Tian is in the studio meeting, the season warm and she simply said the recent trip, the other party was anxious to say that it was in a meeting and then hung directly.

Put the phone down, lie back on the bed, pick up the color-filled test sheet placed at the bedside, and look at the small blurred image above it. When I went to check, the doctor said the lovely oval type displayed in the middle. The small point is the appearance of the baby or the embryo.

After watching it for a long time, the heart gradually calmed down and gradually calmed down, and finally got some sleepiness.

But this sleep is not long, just a few hours of sleep, suddenly awakened.

In the dream, the ink was deep in blood. In that small wooden house, he was pointed to the forehead with a gun. The season rushed in like a mad mad scream, but she shouted at the sound of the gunshot. Come out, watch the blood splashing...

She didn't even see the scene of how the ink fell through the shot after she was shot. She only saw the blood on the floor, and the hot blood seemed to flow to her feet, and she was shocked by the cold sweat. Open your eyes and sit up and squat.

The nose is the smell of disinfectant water. Here is the ward in the Los Angeles hospital. It is surrounded by plain white, quiet, no Dali, no guns, no blood.

The season warmed and closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his sweaty horns, and he took a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, just a dream.

The season was warm and the quilt was put out of bed. The light blue and blue hospital dress was very soft and comfortable. There were two exquisite bags on the accompanying sofa in the ward, which was the clothes that she bought for her before leaving. Of course, those who came back from Cambodia were thrown away, and there was no trace left.

The dreams are all scenes of Mo Jingshen’s injury. The season is warm and can’t sleep. Even if I took a shower before going to bed, I still used the bathing method to relieve the pressure and went directly into this luxurious single ward. Small bathroom.

When I took a shower, the white belly had already appeared outside the window, and the time had already pointed to six o'clock in the morning.

Last night, the doctor said that after six o'clock, I could enter the ward of the ink depth of the scene. After she looked at the time, she wiped her hair quickly and rubbed it straight with her fingers.

......

In the early morning, Los Angeles in this season was also attacked by the cold air of winter like Haicheng. Even though there was air conditioning in the hospital corridor, this time, the cold weather of the empty walkway, even visually felt cold and bones.

The warmth of the season was approved by the doctor, and after gently opening the door of the ward, he walked in through the light of the ward.

The curtains in this ward are closed, very quiet, and quiet to hear the man's breathing.

She went to the bed.

The light in the ward is not very blazing. It is relatively gentle and cool, but it is enough to see the outline of the man's face. Although it is half-bright and half-dark, it is not really true.

He was a lot paler, and he had lighter bruises on the side of his chin when he was thinner in the country. The bruises that were not obvious at the brow bones had not faded yet, but they were still beautiful.

The bustling city of the United States, by the Los Angeles River.

The young man's figure is lying on a white bed, sleeping very calm, with a calm face, hands on both sides of the quilt, and blood on the back of the hand that has been treated with the medicine.

He is lying here live like this.

Outside the window of the ward, it was the dawn of rising in the morning, and he was lying there quietly, with pale lights falling on his face.

At this moment, the season warmth really realized that the man in front of him was accompanying her in the wet cabin, and from Cambodia to the United States, he returned to her safely.

(End of this chapter)