Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 935 She turned over and lay on the side of the man
He frowned knowingly, thinking that the person who could call him at this time was probably Ji Liunian.

Sure enough, he took out his phone and glanced at it, it was Ji Liunian calling.

He is so upset now that he doesn't want to talk to Ji Baozi.

Just press it!

The other party seemed to be in a hurry, and called again and again.

Mo Linfeng's temper was irritated, and when he got on the phone, he scolded: "What the hell are you doing? You annoy me every day?"

The other end seemed to be shocked, and it took a long time before he replied: "I am July!"

Mo Linfeng was taken aback for a moment, but his attitude changed immediately.

He adjusted his voice, his voice was gentle and soft, afraid of scaring the lost girl, he hurriedly said: "Xiao Qi, what's the matter? Is something wrong?"

Amy didn't know how to speak, she hesitated for a moment, and said, "You got a gunshot wound in Fleeting Years, do you know about it?"

Mo Linfeng only knew that Ji Liunian rescued Ji Qianqian, but he didn't know that he was shot.

He said: "Is it serious? He was fine the night before yesterday, or I drove him to the airport. I didn't see any discomfort in him!"

Paris is more than six hours behind the time in the imperial capital. In this way, the sky on Amy's side has just dawned, and it is indeed Ji Liunian sent the night before yesterday.

Amy actually wanted to know if Ji Liunian had offended some enemies that he shouldn't have offended, so she was worried and wanted to know the specific situation.

She said: "He's sick and unconscious. It's probably caused by a muzzle infection. It may also be because he's tired!"

She paused, and worked hard for a long time before she had the courage to call out: "Brother, has he provoked some enemies? Fanfan, are you okay?"

Mo Linfeng was originally in an irritable mood, but because of Amy's cry, his whole body felt much better, as if even his back injury didn't hurt so much.

He said briskly, "It's okay, Fleeting Years has explained everything, and the people on my side are secretly protecting it. It's nothing important for now. When Qianqian wakes up, basically the case will be filed and the police will do their best. It's nothing serious." Problem."

This matter sounded very simple, and Amy didn't think much about it.

She said, "Then I'm relieved."

Mo Linfeng seemed to suddenly think of something, and reminded her, saying: "Xia Shang has gone to Paris, I think it may be for you, or it may be for Paul. Be careful yourself. The past is past, don't be too serious." Make things difficult for yourself."

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*Paris, France, six o'clock in the morning.

There was a light rain falling outside, washing the stone paths on the ground as clear as washing, clean and spotless.

Amy raised her eyes to look at the blue-gray sky, her eyebrows were low and her eyes were low, and she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

She turned around, put down the man's cell phone, walked to the bed and sat down.

The man closed his eyes, with a tired and clear expression, quietly like a cold and charming evil king who is independent of the world, it is pleasing to the eye and exciting to watch.

Amy raised her hand and touched the man's forehead. The fever had subsided, but the man hadn't woken up yet.

She was a little anxious, but it was too early to think about it.

When he was in a coma last night, it was already two or three o'clock in the morning when he got the drip, and it's only early in the morning now, so it's normal that he didn't wake up.

She thought this way and comforted herself in this way, so she decided to lie down with him for a while.

After all, after a tossing all night, she didn't sleep much.

She turned over and lay on the man's side, with her arms resting on the man's waist, with her eyes closed, smelling the sweet and quiet temperament on the man's body, she gradually fell asleep.

Amy fell asleep quickly, and when the man next to her woke up, she had already fallen into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)