Feng Jue and two guards quickly walked to the back door of the large refrigerated truck, stared at the car lock on the door, took out the gun from his waist, and directly "bang" at the car lock. "bang" just two shots, quickly opening the door.

The moment the car door opened, air conditioning kept coming out, like white fog, unable to see anything clearly, and Feng Jue and the two guards were shivering all over.

In the flash of lightning, Mo Yinhe had already climbed into the car, strode in, opened the taxi door, and picked up the woman inside.

The moment she was carried out of the taxi, Mo Yinhe felt that it was not a woman who was holding her, but an ice cube.

Her body was so cold that it shivered.

Mo Yinhe breathed tightly, and his long arms held her back, and he protected her into his arms. The veins on the back of his hands popped out.

Damn, he wants to kill someone!

The moment Mo Yinhe jumped out of the refrigerated car with Si Mingjing in his arms, Feng Jue saw his handsome face, as ferocious as if Satan from hell.

Feng Jue's heart skipped a beat: "Your Excellency, the Crown Princess..."

Standing outside the car, Feng Jue felt his teeth trembled with cold.

What's more, Si Mingjing who was locked inside?

But don't have any trouble!

If the Crown Princess had another terrible and bad luck, Feng Jue could not guarantee that you would ask the whole world to bury her.

Mo Yinhe didn't know that he looked at Si Mingjing in his arms. Her face was already pale and her originally rosy lips were blue and purple.

Mo Yinhe only took a look and tears rolled out in pain.

He used his index finger to explore her breath, confirming that although her breath was very weak, it still felt a little relieved at that moment. Then he tightened his arms and hugged her hard in his arms. He couldn't imagine that if he had taken a step later...

"Check!" Mo Yinhe shot out this word from the gap in his teeth, his face full of murderous death.

"I want them to live or die if all those involved in this matter!"

"Yes, sir!"

Feng Jue had been observing Mo Yinhe's face, and was sure that he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief for a moment. Feng Jue's heart was hanging high and fell. Should he not die?

Very good!

Mo Yinhe held Si Mingjing and strode into the car, his voice hoarse: "Hurry, go to the hospital and turn the air conditioner temperature to the highest!"

Upon hearing this, the driver immediately adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner in the car to the highest level, but for Si Mingjing, it was not enough.

She fell into a coma, but her body was still shivering, and her upper and lower teeth were always fighting.

I don’t know if she could feel that she was being held in Mo Yinhe’s arms, but she instinctively stretched out her hands and hugged Mo Yinhe’s waist.

Because Mo Yinhe has warmth, even for her, it is just a drop in the bucket.

"Mingjing, Mingjing, wake up, be good, don't sleep..."

Mo Yinhe tried to wake her up in various ways, but he was afraid that she would not wake up until she fell asleep.

"Baby, stop sleeping, stop sleeping, baby..."

Mo Yinhe lowered her head, kissed her cold forehead, and her warm palms kept rubbing her frozen to the stiff face.

Because of the coldness, two coral horns had already appeared on her forehead, but the two coral horns were also purple and purple, which made Mo Yinhe's heart so painful that it couldn't be relieved.

After a while, Si Mingjing opened his eyes in a daze.

The golden contact lens looked at Mo Yinhe without any focus. It took a long time to recognize who the man holding her in front of him was?

"Mo...Yin...He..."

Si Mingjing's voice was weak.

"It's me, don't sleep, it's okay, I'll take you to the hospital."

Mo Yinhe kissed her forehead again, thankfully, she could still wake up.

Si Mingjing's body was very tight and his whole body was still shaking violently.

She wanted to speak, but her throat seemed to be frozen and her voice was difficult.

It took me a long time to finish a complete sentence: "Mo... Yin... He, your force field protective cover is not resistant to freezing, and it is bad... review!"

Then she buried her face, which was frozen to purple, deep into Mo Yinhe's neck, and tears suddenly rolled out from the corners of her eyes like broken pearls.

She has been on Earth for more than two months and has never suffered a real loss.

This was the first time she was successfully plotted against and almost died in a refrigerated truck.

The other party murdered her.

She almost lost her life after one miscalculation.

Mo Yinhe heard her grievance and complaining, a low and slight silence, and seriously reviewed herself: "It's all my fault. We didn't create a cold-resistant force field protective cover, which made Mingjing freeze. I'll have someone to redevelop it tomorrow. Sorry, sorry..."

If he had been a little more alert, he would have sent someone to follow her every time she went out, so he would not have put her in such a danger!

It's his fault!

He thought that if she would design a mobile phone with a force field protective cover, she would be fine, but she didn't even have the ability to resist air conditioning, which was not a bad review!

She complained correctly!

Mo Yinhe wanted to beat all the designers who developed the protective cover of the force field. Why didn’t they consider resisting the freezing when they were originally designed?

"Mo Yinhe, I'm cold..."

Mo Yinhe unbuttoned all the clothes on his body, opened her chest, pressed her cold face directly to his chest, and grabbed her two frozen hands, pressed them on his belly, wrapped her with her open clothes, and wrapped her tightly in her arms.

His low voice was so gentle that it drips out of water: "If you hold on for a while, you'll be in the hospital soon."

"Mo Yinhe, hold it tighter, I'm still cold..."

His arms were strong, giving her a sense of ease.

His body was very warm, her cold face pressed against his chest without any gaps, and her palms turned from his warm belly to his back, using his back as a stove to keep him warm, but she was still cold...

Mo Yinhe was lying around her tightly, wishing to burn himself into a ball of fire to keep her warm. He felt distressed and angry, his fists were clenched tightly, and his knuckles creaked.

When she arrived at the third hospital, she was taken to the emergency room.

The doctor gave her a series of first aid rewarming treatments, and finally sent her to the VIP ward.

Mo Yinhe's tense face did not relax at all. He always held her in his arms. He had never let her go since he entered the hospital.

She fell into a coma again.

The haze between Mo Yinhe's eyebrows had never dissipated. At this moment, he sat on the head of the bed and asked the doctor with a cold face: "How is she?"

"Fortunately, I was out of danger of life, but I had many frostbite on my body. I was already having a high fever now. The high fever should not be able to recuperate tonight. Someone needs to keep guarding her at night..."
Chapter completed!