MTL - Stolen Love-Chapter 32 God's vacation

Everything happened only in an instant, Qi Mo just went to the door of the gate, and the footsteps of the moment, the quick flash of the body will be avoided, the glass heart just happened to go to Qi Mo, according to the experience of the past, I did not want to think As soon as he was on the front, he jumped forward, and one person stepped forward, and the body was staggered. Qi Mo had already retreated to the back of the glass heart, and the glass heart flew to the front of Qi Mo.

Hey, a gunshot, the body of the glass just slipped past the front of Qi Mo, suddenly after a minute of relief, still rushing forward, quickly flashing back into the eyes of the ink flashed a trace of incredible and surprised, long arm Stretching a glass heart to the chest, a body to avoid the safe zone behind the gate.

The heart of the glass was brought to the door by Qi Moqiang, and the nest was in the arms of Qi Mo. The heart of the glass looked at the ink of the surprised look. The pain in the chest slowly spread, and looked down at the blood of the chest. Gradually spilled out, dyed the clothes in front of the body, the heart of the glass could not help but look at her own ink, God, how she was so unlucky, she just wanted to ... avoid.

Qi Mo’s strange look at the glass heart slowly closing his eyes, the look in his eyebrows was too late to change, and Huang Ying said that he hugged the glass heart and rushed over: “Call the black eagle to prepare, hurry.” Holding the heart of the glass, and no matter whether there is danger outside, rushing out and rushing to the ride.

In the villa, the doctors who carried the ink with Qi Mo set up the house, and they were busy with the faintly treated glass heart. The trembling hand held the pliers and tried to calm down. The thick sweat on the forehead went down the cheek, and the black eagle stayed next to it. Seeing this, frowning as he wipes his sweat: "Calm."

The settler frowned slightly, not that he didn't want to calm down, not that he wanted to tremble, but the man on the side of the bed exuded a strong murderous man, and the **** eyes like **** shot on him, making him really calm, not too horrible. I have never seen such a gesture of Qi Mo.

"She will live when you live, she will die, and you will give me to accompany her." The audience listened to the sound of Qi Mo's cool and cold, and could not help but chill on the back. It was so cold.

The strong murderousness is surrounded by Qi Mo. The people who have just started have been executed by the Red Eagle, and the Qi Mo, who has been deeply angered, has made a rare annihilation order from the family, from the large-scale mobilization of the Americas, the world. In the scope of killing people in the drug path in Southeast Asia, this time, he wants them not to die.

Looking at the unconscious glass heart lying in bed, Qi Mo brows deep wrinkled, stood up and walked to the side of the glass heart, fixedly looking at the faint glass heart, this woman will save him? So save his life regardless of his life? No one in this life chose to save him in the absence of serious conflicts. At that moment, he did not misread, the woman rushed forward to stop in front of him and blocked the bullet that was shot at him.

"When I was at home, the line behind the gangs today was found. I have ordered one to stay, and be your head..."

The red eagle rushed in and said that half of it, Qi Mo looked suddenly gloomy, looked at the unconscious glass heart, turned and walked outside the door, cold and incomparable: "Dead, not so easy."

The red eagle and the black eagle stayed in the house and looked at each other. This time, the family was really angry. Actually, the red eagle couldn’t help but glance at the fainted glass heart and return to follow the ink.

Time flies, and there is no trace between the blink of an eye. One night in the whole of Southeast Asia, there has been an earth-shattering change. No one dares to align with the family. No one dares to compete with Qijia. It makes sense, because the power of the 100-year family has penetrated every corner, and not any emerging power can compete.

The oldest munitions family in Europe and America, like a sleeping lion, angered its anger, violently rushed to its enemies, opened its claws, and at this time it was used as an enemy. People only know how regretful they are, because their actions have almost destroyed all of them.

At this time, under the unresting turmoil, the villas in the suburbs were quiet.

It hurts, the chest hurts, and the faint heart of the glass slowly opens his eyes in a pain. The eyes are the dark eyes of Qi Mo, and the heart of the glass is not a slight glimpse.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Qimo, seeing the glass heart wrinkled and woke up, the rare flash of a flash of joy in the eyebrows, but the face is still indifferent, picking up the clear water next to the glass heart: "drinking water. "After reaching out, I handed it to the mouth of the glass heart."

The heart of the glass can't help but look at the ink, the lips are dry, and it's too late to think about why the ink looks like this. It is enough to reach the cup. Well, it hurts, the glass heart is hurting when the chest is moving. gasp.

Qi Mo saw this slightly frowning, returned to the bed, gently lifted the glass heart, let her lean on her chest, and then handed the cup to the mouth of the glass heart, the glass heart was busy drinking.

"Drink slowly." Qi Mo's voice has not fallen, the heart of the glass sipped in the chest and lungs, suddenly coughed up loudly, Qi ink calmed his face and slightly supported the body of the glass heart, patted his back, Help it go.

The heart of the glass coughs like this, affecting the wounds on the chest, suddenly the face of the pain is blue, and the ink on the back looks like a sigh of relief. In fact, it is more like the power of the beat, and the heart feels that the back of the chest hurts together. Not by holding up his arms and holding the hands of Qi Mo, he coughed and said: "You don't shoot, cough, don't shoot, hurt."

Qi Mo saw the face of the glass red and green, and could not help but snorted with a cold face, but also lived his hand, holding the hand of the glass heart in the backhand, letting it rest in his arms and losing the source of back pain. The heart of the glass is not leaning back in the arms of Qi Mo, trying to adjust his breathing.

Qi Mo looked at the weak glass heart in his arms, silenced the half-sounding hand and wiped the sweat on the face of the glass heart. The bullet shot at a position two centimeters from the heart. Such scars are not a big deal for them. But for a woman like Liu Xin, it is not a minor injury.

"When the family, it's time to change the medicine." The tenant came in with medical supplies and saw that the glass heart was held in his arms by Qi Mo. There was no change in the face. The murderous day on that day is still fresh in memory, absolutely not much. words.

"You put down, go out." Qi Mo cold eyes swept the stand, a cold command.

When the family suddenly raised an eyebrow, put it down, went out, who would like to change the medicine for this woman, is it the preparation of the head of the family? The settler couldn't help but cramped the corners of his mouth. He didn't say anything to put things directly on the side of the ink, and turned and slid out. This book is started by this site, please do not reprint!