Mu Ling knew in his heart, "Those few people have fought with me, and one of the killers fired the gun, and at first glance it was someone from the Mexican Intelligence Agency. Once that group of people retired, it is not surprising that none of them could give up their lives in life and death, and almost all of them became mercenaries of the Mexican gang. ”

The president said, "Being hunted down by five people from the Intelligence Bureau, you can get away with it, I know you're scared." ”

"Lao Tzu was shot, how can he retreat?"

"Say that to your godfather, and he'll give you another shot." ”

If someone loses five people, you will take a bullet, what are you embarrassed to say?

Mu Ling was angry, "What about my wife?" I want a wife! ”

When he yelled this, his wife happened to appear at the door, looking at him in surprise, Mu Ling suddenly came back to his senses, the roar he just now was too angry, a little bit like a sick number.

Mu Ling was stabbed twice, and his face did not change, however, the pain was divided.

When someone hurts, one point becomes ten.

Mu Ling had a bitter face and moaned weakly, "Wife, the wound hurts ......"

President Holson, "......"

People are shameless, and the world is invincible.

Out of sight, he went out and went back to his room.

Gu Ping'an politely sent President Holson away, and walked to Mu Ling's side, Mu Ling had a needle in his hand and a potion, looking at Gu Ping'an angrily, with a flattering look of inviting pets, after all, he was really shot, after all, it was really painful, he carried it proudly, endured, it didn't mean that it didn't hurt, this face was really a little unsightly, pale and fragile, not like Mu Ling who Gu Ping'an knew.

"You're awake."

Gu Ping'an's voice was a little dry, Mu Ling saw her blank face, and secretly wondered in her heart, could it be that the comparison between the full of anger just now and the current anger is like a gossamer, the acting skills are too exaggerated, and my wife can't believe it?

He was muttering in his heart, and was thinking about strengthening his acting skills, Gu Ping'an rushed to his side, hugged him and cried.

Mu Ling, "......"

Very good, the acting is not exaggerated, it is very realistic.

He gave himself a 10-point rate.

provoked his wife to cry, and it can make his wife feel distressed, that is good acting skills, his bullet is for Gu Ping'an, and he can't be suffered in vain.

Mu Ling's face was bitter, the pain just now could be endured, Gu Ping'an pounced and pressed on him, the wound hurt a little more, he saw Gu Ping'an crying sadly, he gritted his teeth, and endured it.

Wen Xiang nephrite was in his arms, and he still had the heart to touch Gu Ping'an, however, the wound was getting more and more painful, and he thought that Gu Ping'an had cried enough, "Wife, you should lose weight, for your husband's wound is on the back, you press ......"

Gu Ping'an also remembered his wound, got up from him like lightning, and there were still two tears hanging on his eyelashes, and he went out quickly, saying as he walked, "I'm called a doctor." ”

He sobbed as he spoke.

Mu Ling, "......"

He just wanted Gu Ping'an to get up, and he didn't think about calling the doctor over.

The doctors and nurses came over, they were busy, re-medicated, the ward was full of people, Gu Ping'an sat on the sofa with red eyes and nose very guilty, Mu Ling didn't feel good in his heart, he wanted to blast the nurses and doctors out, and hug his little wife and coax him.

When the doctors and nurses finally went out, Mu Ling patted the position next to him, "Wife, come and sit." ”

Gu Ping'an walked over and sat cautiously, his eyes had already been dry, his eyes were red, and he looked pitiful, Mu Ling thought to himself, forget it, he was still comfortable being pressed by his wife, although it hurt a little.

But that's a sweet pain.