Chapter 1908

How can I get home?

After paying the fee in silence, Fang Jiamei saw the police coming from the other side and left silently

Being a good person without leaving a name, well, she thinks it's good.

After tossing all afternoon back home, Fang Jiamei is ready to take a bath, otherwise Mo Yiheng will come back and say something about her.

The result did not expect that Mo Yiheng came back so early today.

"Off duty today..." Mo Yiheng heard the voice come out, the result saw her whole body is the appearance of blood, immediately changed face, "what's the matter with you?"

Stride forward nervous check her body, some panic in the heart.

Fang Jiamei quickly explained: "I'm ok, it's not my blood."

Mo Yiheng looked at her innocent face and frowned, "what's the matter?"

Fang Jiamei bit her lower lip and looked at him. It was hard to say

First, I took a bath and washed off the smell of blood. Mo Yiheng blew her hair. Fang Jiamei simply said something about saving people in the afternoon.

Turn off the hair dryer, Mo Yiheng looked at her white face, some helpless, "next time don't meddle, you don't know what happened to that person, in case it's a bad person how to do?"

She is always like this, regardless of her own danger to others.

Fang Jiamei scratched her hair and said, "he's going to die lying there. I can't ignore him, can I?"

The main thing is that the picture of the man covered with blood reminds her of Mo Yiheng in the red light district

At that time, was he in despair and even wanted to give up?

Mo Yiheng touched her head, eyes with helplessness and heartache, "next time something calls me, you know, I don't want you to have an accident."

Looking at his gentle eyes, Fang Jiamei nodded and held him.

In his arms, it seems that he has a special sense of security.

Mo Yiheng stroked her soft hair and gently bent her lips: "keep your hair long."

"Well?" Fang Jiamei raised her head, "my short hair doesn't look good, does it?"

She didn't think it was good-looking, so she didn't cut it when she knew it.

Mo Yiheng lowered his head to kiss her lips, "no, I just think you stay longer, as if I have more of you."

Fang Jiamei's heart trembled slightly.

Mo Yiheng smiles and looks at her gently.

"But my hair is curly, and it knots." Fang Jiamei put away some sore heart and leaned on him to speak coquettishly.

"I'll do it for you. I used to do it for you." At that time, she couldn't do anything. He did all the bathing and combing.

Although he was clumsy at that time, one year was enough for him to learn.

Fang Jiamei rubbed in his arms, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "then I'll stay long."

Keep him long.

-

when Fang an Tong received the call from the land war, he was filming a martial arts play.

The body is full of scars, sitting on the leisure chair to rest, see the caller ID immediately pick up, "hello?"

"Are you busy?"

Hearing his voice, Fang an Tong's nose suddenly became sour. He didn't want to be seen by others, so he lowered his head and said in a stuffy voice, "are you resting? Are you over?"

"Not yet. There's no signal in the mountains these days, so I didn't get your call." The land war began to explain.

Fang Antong understood, so he didn't ask, "well, you're safe."

"What's wrong with the voice? Do you have a cold? " The marine recognized her mistake at once.

Fang an Tong choked for a while, "it's OK, maybe filming is too tired, hoarse."