I love you, Mr.Commander

Who knows, the front can toss too much. The direct result is that this guy yawned before ten o'clock. Orange put his head on Lin Qing's leg and kicked the man's waist: "sleepy."

"Crazy and tired?"

"Well..."

He rubbed his eyes and fell asleep before he finished reading a sketch.

The man turned his head. Lin Qing raised her index finger on her lip. She hissed and motioned for the man to stop talking.

Mu li really didn't move. Lin Qing turned sideways, bent her arms and gently held the orange in her arms. She looked at Shen Yuhe and whispered, "Mom, orange is asleep. I'll hold him first."

"OK." Shen Yuhe turned down the TV, and the man got up. Before Lin Qing took a step, his hands caught orange from her arms.

Orange groaned, didn't wake up, lay on the man's shoulder and continued to sleep.

Lin Qing waited in place. After thinking about it, he still took steps to follow up.

The man saw her keep up. When he entered the orange room, he placed the orange and covered the quilt. Then he said, "go and watch TV with mom."

Lin Qing stopped at the door for a moment and then walked to their room: "go, I'm a little tired and want to lie down for a while."

She was tired, but not because of sleepiness. The man naturally knew that it was for Lu Xiao's sake. He didn't say much and went back to the room with Lin Qing.

Lin Qing kicked off her slippers and lay down in the quilt. Her hands and feet were as heavy as iron. As soon as she touched the bed, she wouldn't even bounce off. Obviously she didn't do anything, but the feeling of powerlessness spread all over her body.

At this time, listening to the rising sound of firecrackers outside the window, she just wanted to sleep with her head covered.

The heating in the house was full, and soon the whole body was relaxed. Seeing this, the man turned on the TV and lay by the bed.

The night is full-bodied. Lin Qing has narrowed her eyes. The position beside her suddenly sinks, followed by the dialogue between men and women on TV. She couldn't help opening her eyes. The sound of the TV was not loud. She saw that it was a TV play, and the man was looking down at her.

Before a word was asked, the man grabbed the first: "I don't like watching those parties."

Lin Qing stood up and said, "mom is downstairs alone."

"It's all right. I'll sleep with you first." The man patted her on the back and told her to continue lying down, "go down later."

Lin Qing didn't feel sleepy. After lying down for a while, she sat up. She heard the sound of firecrackers outside getting louder and louder. In this way, it must be more difficult for Shen Yuhe to stand alone downstairs when the whole family should be reunited.

Seeing that it was almost twelve o'clock, they went downstairs. Shen Yuhe leaned on the sofa and was still watching TV with his forehead.

The screen flickered and I didn't know what to play from a distance. Lin Qing looked at this scene and felt inexplicably sour at the bottom of his heart. He pulled the man over quickly.

"Mom."

Shen Yuhe raised his eyes and said, "come down."

Orange was probably awakened by the sound of firecrackers outside the window. He rubbed his bleary eyes, kicked his slippers and ran downstairs. He trotted all the way and said, "Daddy, Mommy, grandma, are you going to blow up?"

"What's going to explode?"

"The house outside."

As soon as he arrived, the bell rang outside. They paid new year's greetings to each other. The sound of text messages mixed with the sound of firecrackers came one after another. Orange had the spirit again and cheered for a while. Lin Qing leaned on the man's shoulder: "happy new year."

He bowed his head and kissed the corners of Lin Qing's mouth, with a light in his eyes: "happy new year."

On New Year's Eve, outside a community in city A.

A man walked to the front of the car and knocked on the window. He fell half way. He couldn't see his face in the thick night.

The man respectfully handed the door card to him: "it's all done."

Mo Shao made a gesture. The man got closer. There was a terrible warning in his voice: "does a third person know this?"

"No."

"OK."

Mo Shao patted him on the shoulder and motioned the man to return the same way. When he left, the man realized that there was still a person sitting behind the car. Before he could see clearly, the window closed again.

The security of this community is particularly strict. You can't enter without a door card. You also see this. Mo Shaocai chose this community. At least in the community, people outside can't easily find the door. It's safer.

He drove to the door of the community, showed his door card and entered smoothly.

As soon as he entered the porch, he loosened his hand, was thrown down by the woman with his collar, went straight to the living room and sat in.

"You're a good means. All the people who should be hurt are hurt. What else do you tie me to do?" A month ago, she was surprised when she saw the news. She didn't expect that he would use such fierce means. Then, Ling Annan's disappearance caused a great sensation. At present, the headlines of major newspapers are almost staged in turn and began to look for Ling Annan's whereabouts.

Just for so long, there was no useful news. She was thrown into the RV by the madman in front of her and ran in several cities around city a for a full month.

Looking around at the interior decoration, he seemed satisfied. He walked in from the porch and sat next to Jiang Tong: "didn't you think about making up with me?"

"Ridiculous."

"Don't talk like him!"

It's time to blow up at one o'clock. Jiang Tong doesn't want to annoy him anymore. He just keeps silent. She shrugged her shoulders and sat back. She felt a remote control in her hand. She picked it up and turned on the TV.

The screen lights up. I didn't expect the TV to work.

Seeing that she stopped working against him, he looked a little slower. He crossed the living room to the window, picked up the curtain and looked out for a while.

"What would you like to eat?" He suddenly turned to look at her.

"Just be hungry."

Mo Shao stared at her for a long time, but Jiang Tong didn't respond when he looked at the TV. He completely lost his temper. This woman is too difficult. Mo Shao took out his mobile phone and ordered takeout in a nearby restaurant. After listening to him report the name of the dish, Jiang Tong sneered: "will you give it back?"

It's new year's Eve. Who doesn't want to be reunited with his family? But there is such a restaurant.

Mo Shao ordered a meal, hung up the phone, walked to Jiang Tong and stood in front of him. His tall body stood in front of him. The chandelier on his head fell a shadow. He stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Tong's chin. "What I just said, you'd better think about it."

Jiang Tong raised his head along his movements: "how do you know I haven't considered it?"

"So?"

"Don't dream. You and I have long been out of business."

Mo Shao pressed her shoulder, fell heavily on the sofa, leaned down and pulled her to himself. Jiang Tong struggled a few times. The man was really crazy. He was no different from a madman. No one could control him.

"You don't give up on him, you just want to be with him, don't you?"

"You hurt his woman just to revenge him?"

Mo Shao hated her for changing the topic: "you can't control it."

"Then leave me alone." Jiang Tong pushed him away, and his manicured nails cut his face.

The man's face is half life. In her anger, she tore her coat like a cocoon. Jiang Tong can't resist the great difference between men and women. Her two arms are raised on her head. This posture makes her passive.

She didn't look out of the window and couldn't see any expression: "don't remind me of that disgusting night."

The movement in Mo Shao's hand suddenly changed into a ferocious and painful face. He seemed to recall something and knew what she would say next.

He raised his fist and smashed it several times. He got up angrily, took out a soft handkerchief from his trouser pocket, pulled her to the window, locked her hand with the thin bars of the window, turned and strode into one of the rooms.

Jiang Tong turned his wrist a few times, but the soft handcuffs were more and more free and locked more and more tightly. If the man was really abnormal, he would take this thing with him. Jiang Tong frowned and was already hungry. At this time, his mood was even worse to the limit.

Don't take a bath. He asked people to prepare the house in advance and change the laundry. When he came out, he saw Jiang Tong still standing there and looked for a knife from the room: "I'll let you go and take a bath. This is the 20th floor. Don't think you can escape."

"I know."

Mo Shao took two steps. Someone rang the doorbell. He put down his knife and went to the door: "who?"

"Take out." It's a strange man's voice.

Mo Shao dried his hair and opened the door. He saw the takeout standing there in his hat. On such a cold day, he was carrying more than a dozen packing boxes. He could see the heat through the light.

It's really a conscience restaurant. Don't turn around and walk towards the living room, pointing to the tea table and a stack of hundred yuan bills on it: "put it there and take the money yourself."

According to what he said, the takeout put the lunch box on the tea table in good order. Seeing the stack of money, he picked it up and counted it skillfully. After checking the number, he put it back. He taunted, "this money is also worthy of new year's Eve dinner?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Please take your time." The delivery man fiddled with his lunch box.

Due to the position of the tea table, he blocked Jiang Tong's sight when he straightened up. Jiang Tong frowns. She is not a good temper. Especially after a hungry day, she has to face Mo and eat less takeout.

"Go away and block the TV."

The delivery man took off his hat and said, "I think you're going to menopause. What a bad temper."

Jiang Tong was about to open her mouth to refute, but her angry eyes widened after seeing the man in front of her, and turned into a stunned look. When she heard the voice, she was confused and couldn't believe it. She stared straight at the past. Is it an illusion?

Ling Annan threw his hat on the tea table and just fell into the soup and splashed it. He picked up a knife and went forward to cut the soft copy. Jiang Tong's wrist escaped.

There was a red mark on her wrist, and Ling Nanfeng frowned, "hurt you?"

Jiang Tong hid his wrist: "it's all right."

Ling Annan blocked her behind and turned to look at Mo Shao opposite. He made an arc on the corner of his lips, with some evil ruffians and some cruelty: "I'm surnamed mo. I've been hiding for a month. Do you miss me very much?"

Mo Shao looked at Jiang Tong behind him: "do you want to take her?"

"Go ahead, where is Lu Xiao?"

"Your woman, why ask me?" Mo Shao's face was tense, but he suddenly smiled at his speech, "wasn't it very lively a while ago? I heard her car exploded and people were dead. "

"Heard?" Ling Annan's eyes were cold, and the corners of his eyes were filled with frightening ridicule. "Those dirty means you use are really not what ordinary psychopaths can use."

"In that case, I'll give you a definite word." Mo Shao is not afraid that they are two on one now. He ignores Ling Annan's sarcasm. "There are no wrong rumors outside. She is dead."