The Expensive Ex Wife of a Wealthy Family

Tang Xiao's face suddenly changed.

When did Feng Jingyu come out?

Isn't he still chatting with his father and second uncle?

Tang Sheng glanced at Feng Jingyu who came by.

There was an evil aura on the man's body, and the words just now clearly said that he was calm, but it seemed as though ridicule was wrapped in anger.

suddenly……

Feng Jingyu winked at her, and Tang Sheng instantly turned petrified.

This person... can he stretch his personality? !

Tang Xiao clenched his hand, and looked at Feng Jingyu, who had already approached him, with an aura of grievance.

Just when she wanted to say something, she saw Tang Sheng standing up, and she looked at it subconsciously.

"Oh," Tang Sheng sighed, raised his lips and smiled, "Really...slap! It's still a real person. It hurts!"

Having said that, Tang Sheng also took advantage of the situation to understand his cheek.

"Tang Sheng..." Tang Xiao felt even more uncontrollable.

Tang Sheng really smiled, "We must maintain the calmness and calmness that a daughter of the Patriarch of the Tang family should have. Under any circumstances, our demeanor must not collapse!"

Tang Yi lowered his eyes, holding a smile at the corner of his mouth, but cold emotions ran through his eyes.

Bastard... don't have the right? !

Ah!

"Tang Yi, there is still a while to eat, you can give it to me now!" Tang Sheng said.

"Okay!" Tang Yi raised his eyes, stood up, and Feng Jingyu nodded slightly, and left with Tang Sheng.

Looking at Tang Sheng's back, Feng Jingyu seemed helpless, but he sighed softly.

Tang Xiao looked at Feng Jingyu coldly, "It seems that every man likes a woman with dusty air."

"Really?" Feng Jingyu retracted his gaze, looked at Tang Xiaoxiemei's lips, and said slowly, "I don't really like... women who are dusty." As he said, he looked up and down. She, that means very obvious.

Suddenly, Tang Xiao's expression became extremely embarrassing.

"Hey, I originally came here to call my Shengsheng to go back to the house to eat fruit." Feng Jingyu murmured and left, feeling helplessly pampered.

Tang Xiao stayed where he was, clenching his hands and clasping them. Finally, looking at Tang Sheng, who had already walked away, a vicious light filled his eyes.

...

Island of borneo.

Mo Jian leaned on a distorted branch and followed the team limpingly.

"Mo, are you okay?" a mixed-race man asked back.

Mo Jian's face was a little uncomfortable, but he nodded with a smile, and then looked at a man in a semi-comatose state on a stretcher temporarily made of branches and leaves, his eyebrows tightened.

"If there is no accident, you should be able to go out in four or five hours. Locke's situation is temporarily stable. You can't believe in your own medical skills?" The man on the side was relieved.

Mo Jian sighed, his mood was obviously heavy.

This time I came in somewhat unprepared. One of the fellows had completely left the world, Locke was also seriously injured, and none of them were intact at all.

It was estimated that he would be able to get out of the forest in four or five hours, but in the end, because of his physical condition, it took two more hours.

Locke is in urgent need of surgery, but Mo Jian's hand is also injured, there is no way to get a scalpel, and it will be delayed to send to the city hospital.

"It's too late, send it to the hospital, Locke is afraid..." Mo Jian looked at his hand, and then at the simple consultation room of the supply team outside, "I'm coming!"

There is still a glimmer of hope when he does it, but when he is sent to the hospital, Locke is really hopeless.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and finally all their eyes fell on Mo Jian, each with a worried look.

Everyone has been together for many years and feels relieved about Mo Jian's medical skills.

But now the situation is special...

"That's it!" said the team leader, "Locke's situation can't get worse."

Everyone looked more solemn.

Mo Jian's hand squeezed slightly, very painful, and even nerves trembling.

This kind of manual operation, he really doesn't think it works, but...

"Mo ship!"

Suddenly, an excited voice suddenly came from a distance.

Before everyone reacted, they saw a figure rushing over, and immediately hugged Mo ship.

No, it's not a hug... It should be, he jumped onto him, he was still very flexible.

"..." Everyone was silent, looking at Mo Jian's face that was distorted with pain because of the wound.

"Hahaha, I'm so lucky. I didn't expect that when I arrived at your supply station, you just came out, hahaha..." Feng Xing was happy.

Mo Jian has also reacted, and his dignified face just now eased and said: "Well, I think I'm lucky too."

"Haha, right?" Fengxing let go of Mo Jian and slapped him on the shoulder, "Are you really thinking about...Hey, kid, got hurt?!"

"I'm okay, you just came here!" Mo Jian grabbed Fengxing. "Someone here is injured. The ribs are inserted into the lungs. There is going to be an operation. My hand is injured. Just come, you!"

When Feng Xing heard this, he suddenly stopped Mo Jian, "I'm here to look for you, and I'm not here to perform surgery on someone...Don't do it!"

Feng Xing has a weird temper. As long as he is not interested in him, he is not interested in other people's life or death. Mo Jian knows this very well.

"You didn't make a special trip to see me, right?" Mo Jian asked directly.

Although this little master uncle had seen him several times when he was a teenager, and occasionally contacted him by phone, this person would never come to him for no reason.

"Of course not!" Fengxing raised his eyebrows, "I asked you to ask..."

"Simple, you save people for me first, and then we can talk about you looking for me, otherwise everything will not be discussed." Mo Jian directly interrupted Fengxing.

"..." Feng Xing immediately stared.

"Think about it!" Mo Jian said in an unyielding posture, "You only have half a minute to make a decision, otherwise I will go in and save people, I will save them, I'm sorry about your affairs, I'm not free."

"Can you perform surgery on this hand?" Feng Xing glanced at Mo Jian's hand.

"Can it be my business, you still have twenty seconds."

"..."

Mo Jian pinched the watch, thirty seconds later, without asking, turned around and walked to the clinic.

Feng Xing immediately blew his beard and stared, "Yes, I will do it for you."

Mo Jian immediately laughed, "I want people to live, otherwise everything will be ignored."

"Damn, you unfilial disciple, don't go too far!" Fengxing jumped.

Mo Jian shrugged, with an attitude of ‘what can you do to me’.

"When I come out, I'll settle the account with you!" Feng Xing pointed at Mo Jian and gritted his teeth, then turned and went to the clinic.

"Mo?" The team leader asked Fengxing after he went to the clinic, "He is?"

"With him, Locke can be pulled back by him as long as he still has a tone." Mo Jian did not say much about his identity.

"So awesome?" Someone was surprised.

Mo Jian nodded and raised his eyebrows.

Yes, Uncle Master is very good.

It is conceivable that he can be accepted as a closed disciple by the ghost doctor who has already been hidden.

at the same time……

Los Angeles, graphite Chen looked at the information. Feng Xing: Just when Mo Jian came out, I didn't have time to be happy yet, he actually forced me to have a small operation of inserting a rib into my lungs? Am I the one who performs such a minor operation?