Chapter 275, the things that Mo Jingshen promised never will say anything.

If the ink is deep and the two days are too busy to have time to fly over, it will not matter if the season warms and the seals fly back to Haicheng.

How can I not even have a phone call?

I haven’t heard until zero at the end of the season. I think that the depth of the season is that the plane is flying back from abroad. The voyage has been a long time.

She couldn't wait for the phone and didn't wait for someone. She had to take a shower and sleep.

The next morning, at six o'clock, suddenly, the phone of Feng Ling rang.

I heard the ringtones in the warm season, although I was not ringing my own phone, I suddenly sat up.

Feng Ling sleeps in the room next door. She is already answering the phone when the door is warmed up. It is just a serious expression when answering the phone.

Usually, there is rarely a lot of anger on the surface.

The instinct of the season is warm in an instant - something went wrong!

After receiving the call, Feng Ling put down the phone and raised his eyes to look at the warmth in the front of the room.

"Mrs. Me, how come so early?" Feng Ling eyes are fixed on her body, after two seconds of silence, calmly asked.

"I can't sleep. I heard you have a movement here and come over and see." The warmth went in and helped her open the curtains, and it seemed as if she didn't mean to ask: "Who was calling so early?"

"A brother who used to be at the XI base." Feng Ling’s eyes were hidden in the morning light after the curtains were opened, and he looked at the time again: "Ink should always be something that can’t come for a while. We are going directly to the airport now and returning to the sea today. city."

The warm hands of the season stayed on the curtains, silent for a moment, and turned to look at the seal.

"Feng Ling, to be honest, is there something wrong?"

Feng Ling did not answer, he was kicked out: "First eat breakfast, Mr. Mo explained, you must eat on time every day, are we ordering a takeaway or aunt to come over to cook? Anyway, I will not cook, cook out It is estimated that Mrs. Mo can't eat too much."

"To tell me the truth, no matter what happens, I shouldn't be the one that is concealed." The warmth stared at the back of Feng Ling, the voice was raised a bit, and the chance of avoiding it was not given to her.

Feng Ling’s footsteps stopped, and when he turned his eyes, he looked at the warmth of the season: “Mr. Mo, I believe that Mr. Mo will definitely come back. All you have to do now is to return to Haicheng safely.”

"What happened to him?"

I heard this sentence "I believe that Mr. Mo will definitely come back", and the warmth of the season has instinctively sank.

Feng Ling can't easily say this.

Knowing that the season's temperament came up, it was really unstoppable. Feng Ling saw her for a moment and said: "Mr. Mo has flew to Cambodia a few days ago. It has not been peaceful recently, and some of them were in the United States. The black gang that tied Liangzi was lurking around there. Mr. Mo was interrupted with our people. He could not find his position and signal. He only knew that there were a number of border arms dealers who went there before the accident. I know if I have run into it..."

The warm eyes of the season calmly stared at Feng Ling. After reading it for a long time, she digested these words and repeatedly understood it in my heart.

"The black gang that once formed a Liangzi in the United States? Mo Jingshen is a Mohist person. His foundation is so stable. His history of entrepreneurship has always been clean, and he does not need to be associated with the Black Road to make a stepping stone. What did he do in the United States before? How can he go to Cambodia in a good way? There are dangers everywhere, step by step, mines everywhere, the whole world knows! What did he go there?"

"Mr. Mo is very sorry, this will wait for Mr. Mo to come back, he personally answered you, I am not convenient to say too much." Feng Ling whispered aloud: "But please believe that Mr. Mo is indeed as you said, has always been dry Clean, he doesn't have any black history, but some things in the United States many years ago, the situation is a bit complicated, although he did not personally involve the black, but in the eyes of those gangs and XI base competitors, Mr. Mo's life is worth billions. They don't want his life easily, but if you really set an ambush, you won't let him go..."

"So you said that he can't come back now...?"

Feng Ling paused and looked at her: "Mr. Mo has disappeared. The people at the base have now gone to the emergency search and rescue. However, no one knows what happened to Mr. Mo. He has already interrupted the contact signal before the accident. ......"

"What is this with? It is impossible. He said that he just went abroad to make a difference." Jiwen suddenly turned back to the bedroom and picked up the phone to call Mo Jingshen.

"Sorry, the call you made is temporarily unavailable. Please dial again later"

The warmth of the season slightly wrinkled the eyebrows and continued to ink the other numbers of the depth of field.

The mobile phone number of the work, the private mobile phone number, or the phone number that is not commonly used, each played.

It can't be connected without shutting down, or it is not in the service area.

Seeing that the season is still on the phone, Feng Ling went forward: "Our people have already gone, Mr. Mo will be able to come back safely, Mrs. Mo, we will return to Haicheng first, I will accompany you back."

The warmth of the season warmed up and looked up at her: "He said let me wait for him to come back. He said that he would pick me up after returning to China. The things promised by Mo Jingshen never reneged. I stayed here waiting for him. He may be returning to the plane, maybe he has already landed at the T-city airport, and I will wait for him."

Feng Ling wants to persuade her, but seeing the warmth of the season is obviously restraining all the emotions. After all, she knows that she can't be forced too tight at this time. She has to say, "Okay, let's wait, I will accompany you." Wait."

The warmth of the season is no longer talking. He only sits on the sofa with his mobile phone, but his eyes are always staring at the door.

Half an hour later, there was a sudden movement outside the door. Then the sound of the doorbell came. The warmth of the season stood up and walked quickly to the door. On the moment the door was opened, the face was hung, and the door opened and saw the outside standing. Man is a very strange middle-aged man.

"Miss, this is the breakfast takeaway that you just called." The middle-aged man smiled politely at her that year and handed her two bags with the lunch box in her hand.

The warm expression of the season was stagnant.

Feng Ling walked out quickly, took over the takeaway, and after paying the money, pulled the warmth back into the door and closed the door.

"This is the takeaway I just wanted, Mrs. Me, you can wait here, but you have to eat."

"I am not hungry, you eat." The warmth went back to the sofa and sat down.

"This is what Mr. Mo explained. You must have breakfast."

"I am really not hungry..."

"Mr. Mo, if Mr. Mo came back and found that you didn't eat well, and then dismissed me in a rage, then I was unemployed. You know, I didn't plan to go back to the US. If I lost my job, I would be a woman in China. It may be difficult for a bodyguard to find a new job for a while."

(End of this chapter)