Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing? Chapter 695

Chapter 695: No One Could Hurt Her

Nanheng was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and Feng Ling nearly 1.7. Feng Ling was only about ten or twenty centimeters shorter.

When he looked down at her, he could clearly see each of her eyelashes. Now he saw that her eyes seemed to be frosting at the sight of him.

Although they had been separated for ten months and she was the daughter of the Feng family, she was still that Feng Ling.

Solitary, quiet, and cold.

Nanheng suddenly felt a pang of distress p.r.i.c.king his heart and lungs. He threw away the cigarette b.u.t.t in his hand, put it out with his foot, and reached for her wrist, but she evaded his hand and drew back one meter away from him.

Nanheng looked at her and said in a low and hoa.r.s.e voice, “We haven’t seen each other for ten months. Are you going to keep avoiding me?”

As if not hearing his words, Feng Ling coldly looked around and then gave up taking the elevator and walked to the staircase.

Nanheng paused and quickly followed her.

…

Qin Siting rushed back to the hospital and entered the emergency room with Dr. Wendell. If it took a little longer, Ji Nuan might have died in that hotel.

A few hours later, she was readmitted to intensive care, and this time the hospital learned its lesson and allowed the XI Base personnel to enter the isolation zone and guard outside the ward with sterile suits.

Mo Jingshen looked through the gla.s.s outside the ward at Ji Nuan who lay motionless. All the medical equipment that had been damaged by those men had been replaced with new equipment. She lay there, all white, almost submerged in the pile of colored medical cords and instruments beside her bed. She remained motionless as he stood watching.

After the operation, Qin Siting took a bath, changed his clothes, and came over. Seeing Mo Jingshen could finally look at Ji Nuan outside the ward, he came up and said, “She was badly hurt and then kidnapped by those people only a few days after the operation. We have just sterilized and reprocessed her wound, and her vital signs are stable, but she is still very weak… Anyway, she was kidnapped last night right under my nose. I promise I’ll cure her.”

Mo Jingshen remained expressionless and still gazed at Ji Nuan on the bed. His eyes grew darker and darker and almost turned ink-black in the end. He said slowly in a low voice. “Even if I were here last night, I wouldn’t have found out what happened. After all, the isolation zone is too far away, and the medical staff wore anti-bacterial masks. It has nothing to do with you. You don’t have to feel guilty.”

Qin Siting also looked at Ji Nuan. “Those people just want to get the information from you, so they never dare to attack you, but they are cruel to the people around you. However, they don’t know Ji Nuan is the last person they should mess with.”

“No one can hurt her.” Mo Jingshen said lightly, staring at the motionless woman inside.

Although he said it lightly, not as impressively as when he broke into the hotel alone and fired a warning shot in the early morning, no one would take his words lightly.

“Is Atuta still in Nanheng’s hands?” Mo Jingshen asked.

“I’ve asked K. He was locked up in the base and guarded by many brothers. They want to leave it to you. After all, the one he hurt is Ju Nuan. They think you must want to solve this person with your own hands.”

“If Ji Nuan doesn’t wake up, I don’t feel avenged even if I cut him into pieces.” Mo Jingshen said coldly, “Where is Nanheng?”

Qin Siting didn’t answer his question but sighed with a smile. “You know, Feng Ling came back to Los Angeles because of Ji Nuan.”

Although he didn’t answer his question directly, Mo Jingshen could figure out where Nanheng was now.

Mo Jingshen didn’t speak anymore but continue to gaze at Ji Nuan through the gla.s.s. Looking at her pale face that had become much thinner than before and her motionless eyelashes, he couldn’t help reminiscing what she had said before the accident.

She said she wanted to go back to Yu Garden.

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In the dark cell, someone was cursing from time to time, in Cambodian, English, and Chinese, and he repeated the same curses.

“Get Control to see me! He’s such a chicken! What’s the use of you c.r.a.p locking me up here? Come see me alone if he has guts…”

“Control! Your Chinese name is Mo Jingshen, right? Get the f.u.c.k over here!”

He continued to scold for days, but no one sent him a mouthful of food or a drop of water. After four or five days, he could no longer scold and was on the verge of death. If he hadn’t once fainted and the people guarding him spilled cold water on him, forcing him to wake up and continue to take the suffering, he would have died by now.

But the water was so smelly that it tasted like the p.o.o.p and urine of police dogs on the base.

The blood on Atuta’s body had dried. Blood and torn clothes stuck to his body and his yellow hair was piled untidily on top of his head, sticky and almost knotted.

He was still cursing, breathing faintly as he did so. “Control! Don’t think I’ll die as easily as Aqib!”

“You won’t die as easily as Aqib. I don’t have to do it myself. The people here have a thousand ways to make you beg for death.”

Suddenly hearing a voice from the outside, Atuta frowned and immediately looked up at the man who had finally appeared outside.

When he saw it was Mo Jingshen, his look immediately turned ferocious.

Mo Jingshen who came to the base from the hospital looked at Atuta who had obviously been tormented hard and said casually in a low and hoa.r.s.e voice, “You did so many things to get the information about the underground arms deal from me just for wealth, but neither you nor your brother can get the information from me even at the expense of your lives. That’s really sad, isn’t it?”

Atuta sneered. “Even if you don’t tell us the information, you can’t swallow all the money alone. Don’t you think it’s a pity that billions of dollars’ remain unknown because of your silence?”

“You’ve spent so many years in war-torn countries taking advantage of people’s misfortune to make money but haven’t even made billions. Don’t expect to get the money you want even if I tell you the information. For trash like you, even if I put the money in your hand, you can’t take it.”

Mo Jingshen spoke lightly and didn’t hide his contempt for Atuta at all.

Atuta’s face immediately darkened. Although his hands were cuffed and could not move, he clenched his fingers so hard that they were almost twisted.