There was a man standing in the wooden house, facing away from the direction of the door, facing the window of the wooden house with dozens of thin steel bars nailed, standing there silently through the gap in the steel bars, looking out of the window.

A pair of black handmade Italian leather shoes came into her view, and the leather shoes looked a little older than they used to be, stained with mud and a little dark red blood.

The upper leg, as straight and slender as ever, was wrapped in black trousers, and the black handmade shirt was a little wrinkled, more like it was hiding some blood, but it was almost impossible to see because of the color of the shirt.

But even in such a situation, the man just stood there quietly, still clean, handsome, noble, and indifferent.

As well as absolutely, high above.

This kind of height is not as high as when he is usually in a high position in the business world, but it seems to be a wisp of pure air that cannot be polluted by mud, no matter what evil and filth entangle him, he can still wash away the Yanhua, invulnerable.

He's standing there, and he's still him.

Ink depth of field......

He's really here!

Ji Nuan's mouth moved subconsciously, but because the person named Dali was following behind her, only about a meter away from her, any unusual attitude and behavior she had now would be immediately noticed by him, so not only would she die, but it was likely that even Mo Jingshen, who was temporarily unharmed, would also be implicated.

She silently put the tray and food in her hand on the table in front of the door, and seeing that the man in front of the window had been standing there indifferently without looking back, she secretly gritted her teeth and did not make a sound.

Dali stood right behind her, watching her every move.

Seeing her put down the food, Dali suddenly said in English: "Mr. Trol, we have captured a woman, her cooking tastes more in line with your Chinese taste, you have not drunk a drop of water and eaten a bite of food for three days and three nights, and please Mr. Trol stop fighting with us like this life-and-death, if you die, the secrets of those arms transactions may not be able to be kept......"

The man in front of the window didn't look back as if he hadn't heard.

It turns out that the ink depth of field is what they call trol.

Seeing that Mo Jingshen did not respond, Dali was not in a hurry, and said in English with a cold smile: "Mr. Trol, I don't know if this woman we just captured is from China or Japan, or other countries in Asia, she is very beautiful, our Ajib's plan is to let her work here first, and then give her to our brothers to enjoy it, Mr. Trol, if you like it, Ajib may be the first to let you touch her, this woman is still clean......"

Ji Nuan kept his head down, and when he heard this, he clenched the empty tray in his hand, and stared at the food on the table again.

Have you not eaten or drunk water for three days and three nights?

How the hell did he survive?

"But alas, this woman is a mute...... Dali added.

The man in front of the window, apparently annoyed by Dalí's noise, turned his head.

At the moment when Mo Jingshen turned around, Ji Nuan's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

When the man in front of the window also saw her, he lifted his eyelids, swept his eyes over her, and finally landed on her white dress.

The eyes were extremely bland, as if he was looking at something inconsequential, and it seemed to be strange as if he had never seen it, and his handsome face was not shocked, but his eyes were deep for a moment, as if there was a cool coldness like a tulle, but this trace of emotion flashed, and no one caught it, even Ji Nuan's heart was tightened by his cold eyes, if she wasn't sure that his was indeed Mo Shenshen, she almost had to wonder if he was someone who looked exactly like him, a person who didn't know her at all.

She just glanced at him quickly and looked away.

When Mo Jingshen looked at her, his eyes were judged, unscrupulous and even cold.

"Get out. The clear voice, the sentence that came out of his mouth, was an easy-to-understand English.

Ji Nuan was shocked, only to feel that the hairs on his body were about to be frozen and stand up, Dali also squinted coldly on the side, looked at Ji Nuan, who had been silent, and looked at Mo Shen, who seemed to be very strange to the woman who had just been caught and as cold as ever, thousands of miles away, which dispelled this suspicion about Ji Nuan.

"Mr. Trol, why should you live with your own life, this ordinary person has been hungry for three days and has already been lying in bed with no strength, Mr. Trol, you can stalemate with us without eating, drinking, or sleeping, but no matter what, you are also a mortal, how long can you survive? one day, two days, or ten days?" Dali said with a sneer.

Mo Jingshen was indifferent.

Dali laughed coldly again, and pointed to the food on the table with his eyes: "Are you sure you don't want to eat it? ”

Mo Jingshen was expressionless, glanced at the food on the table in the corner, and was still cold: "She did it?"

Hearing that there seemed to be something hidden in his words, Dali suddenly looked at her and Ji Nuan, who had been quietly there, with a wary face.

As a result, Mo Jingshen walked over, stopped at the table, lifted his eyelids, and glanced at Ji Nuan again: "Which country?"

Ji Nuan pursed her lips and was silent.

Dali laughed a few times: "I said that she is a mute, and her skin is so white, I guess it is either China or Japan, or it may be from South Korea." ”

Mo Jingshen hooked his lower lip meaninglessly: "Dumb?"

"What?, Mr. Trol, don't believe it?" Dali suddenly reached out and pinched Ji Nuan's arm, Ji Nuan bit her lip in pain instantly, but she never said a word, her face was stiff and she didn't open her eyes to look at Mo Jingshen's expression, she was afraid that as soon as her eyes met him, she would definitely be exposed.

Dali pinched her while noticing Mo's face.

Mo Jingshen didn't even glance at Ji Nuan, he said: "Ajib knows me more and more, and knows that I think you guys talk a lot, so I finally sent a dumb person over." ”

Dali glanced at him.

Mo Jingshen said in a cold tone: "It's a pity, I'm not interested." ”

Dali was stunned, his hand was removed from Ji Nuan's arm, and before he could speak, he saw Mo Jingshen's hand raised slightly, and mercilessly knocked over the food on the table, and the soup was spilled on the ground, he didn't even look at it, and turned around coldly, obviously extremely tired of them.

Seeing that this was no different from a few days ago, Dali had no choice, so he suddenly grabbed Ji Nuan's collar and pulled her out, and closed the door of the wooden house with a "bang".

As soon as the door of the wooden house was closed, Ji Nuan's heart sank into the valley, but on the other hand, hope rose. Can't find the latest chapters of the book you want to read?coughcoughcough,It's not a problem.,Recommend a public account.,There's a young lady here to help you find the latest chapters.,Chat with you!