He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran stared at him: "What's the matter with you, comrade? If others care about you, you run on others."

The doctor unwrapped the gauze wrapped in layers, and then used tweezers to uncover the gauze on the wound. The wound was deep and painful at first sight.

Gu Jingxing was stunned but didn't even hum.

Song Ran witnessed the whole process of applying the medicine, and the person in her arms didn't hum, but she felt the pain in the same way, so she wanted Gu Jingxing to comfort her.

Song Ran turned away and said, "I don't want to watch you change your dressing until your wound is almost healed."

It hurts, she can really feel the pain, how strong is the impact of the sniper rifle, his flesh will be pierced, can it not hurt?

Soldiers, in the end, are soldiers, made of iron, forged steel, reinforced with iron bones, bleeding, sweating, but not tears.

Gu Jingxing patted her back lightly: "Okay, don't look, don't look."

After the doctor changed the medicine, he took the **** gauze and cotton **** and left. Song Ran looked down and saw beads of sweat all over his forehead. He quickly reached out and wiped his sweat: "Jing Xing, it still hurts. is it?"

"Okay."

As always, he did not express his fragility easily and did not want her to worry.

Song Ran helped him, but Gu Jingxing got up: "Go to the living room, get some air, and walk around. I can't be stuffy on the bed. I don't like it."

Song Ran helped him up, out of the bedroom, and sat on the sofa in the living room.

The night was coming, and it was raining outside the window. Song Ran was cooking soup for him in the kitchen, and the fragrance drifted into his nose. He was satisfied and pleased, but his face was always solemn.

He was thinking of a way, how to solve Qin Mo.

Undoubtedly, Qin Mo is a big trouble. This man is a foreign arms dealer, acting simple and rude, and Xiao Ran cannot stay in the army for the rest of his life.

Is it possible that every time she goes out, she has to experience a thrilling gunfight?

Lucky this time, she didn't get hurt, so what about next time? What about next time?

He couldn't sit still, and he couldn't just watch Song Ran's life threatening existence outside the troops.

But this Qin Mo, he is American, and it is really not easy to subdue him. He has too many followers, and they are desperadoes. It is really tricky for his reckless loyalty.

In a large villa near the sea in Guangcheng, Qin Mo still wore a white shirt and khaki linen pants, sitting on the sofa with a blank face.

He had a cigar in his hand, and his confidant Sun Man stood by.

Qin Mo frowned and looked at the rain floating outside. He didn't seem to be in a good mood. He lit a little soot and glanced at the window. There was the sea outside the window. The waves hit the rugged rocks and made weird noises.

He spoke slowly, seeming to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be talking to his own confidant.

"Nine years ago, when I was sixteen years old, I received a letter from my father. He mentioned Yu Jin to me in the letter. He told me, no matter what Yu Jin does, let me not take it to my heart and let me feel at ease. Live your life abroad.

I think it's probably because my father knew he would be killed.

Half a year later, I received the news that my father had passed away and that the woman took over the organization my father had worked so hard to establish.

How can there be such a good thing in the world? Can murder not pay for life?

Sun Man, don't you think? Do you think I should kill Yu Jin? "

"Yes, young master."

Qin Mo frowned and seemed to be very annoyed: "Unfortunately, that woman actually died like this. Before I came back for revenge, she actually died. Then, since she killed my father, then I will kill her daughter. , Is it also justified?"