Chapter 139 (1/2)
In front of the window, the man sitting at his desk caught a glimpse of the white rose garden under the window, his thick eyebrows frowning even more tightly
Snow white
Back, thin clothes, bandaged with a thick layer of white gauze, exuded slightly scarlet blood, a dull pain, and spread all over the body.
A knock at the door.
Ji Tianming's cold eyes slightly narrowed and said,
”In.”
With a click, the door opened and Mo Li came in.
”Boss, this is the information you want.”
Mo Li's hand, holding a black sealed file bag, put on the desk in front of Ji Tianming.
After seeing the ink in his eyes, Ji Tianming's dark eyes were slightly heavy.
This document should be sent by Dylan, and Mo Li should be training agents in the training ground now.
The sharp sound seeps from the crack of teeth, a cold word,
”Well.”
Ji Tianming slightly bowed his head, looking at the file bag in front of him, his deep eyes became more severe.
Cold dark, slightly pale thin lips, unconsciously close.
……
Standing in front of the desk, Mo Li looks at the boss's face, struggling for a long time to open his mouth, and finally slowly closes it.
Mo Li lightly pulled the corner of his mouth, some self mocking taste.
In the cold dark light, Mo Li's face is covered with a layer of loneliness, and then he will turn out of the room.
”Ah Li.”
The step that Mo Li is about to take has stopped.
Lonely cheek slightly raised, looking at the boss.
Ji Tianming is looking at him coldly, his thin lips slightly open,
”Nothing to say?”
……
That night in Bali, Mo Mo beat Mo Li to death.
After coming back from Bali, Mo Li, who had talked less, really became a wooden man. Unless you ask him, he will not speak.
Moreover, the day after he came back, he went to practice against the Queen's miserable face, not for the agents, but for himself!
Three hundred pounds for two hours through the forest of death!
Fortunately, Dylan and they don't trust to follow closely, otherwise Mo Li will really die in the forest.
In Jason's words, Mo Li was beaten silly by the queen!
How can you abuse yourself!
……
Ji Tianming's eyes, too sharp, as if one eye, can pierce the heart.
Even if they grew up together, no matter Mo Li or Jason, they were still shocked.
Mo Li lightly skims away his eyes and doesn't welcome the cold light penetrated by Ji Tianming.
But I saw a picture of them on the boss's desk.
Among them, there are the boss, Jason, Dylan, the queen, Claire, Jisan, he, and so on---
The girl, who was like a koala, hung on his back with a big smile, kisses him in the face at the moment of taking photos
Lonely eyes, covered with a more gloomy haze.
Some pain, some sour.
Stiff mouth, but smile.
Light gentle, a layer of shallow desert bitter.
……
Mo Li has been looking at the photo, slightly pulled the corners of his mouth, and finally spoke, but because he didn't speak for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse,
”How is she?”
Has been hanging on both sides of the thighs of the hand, already tightly clenched into a fist, desperately suppress the heart tearing pain.
Habit is really a terrible thing.
I am used to receiving good night messages from Miaomiao every night;
I'm used to seeing all kinds of funny microblogs every day;