Song Tianmo picked up the person without saying a word, pursed his thin lips, looked cold, and got into the car in great strides.

After this toss, the three of them were soaked.

Song Tianmo threw Ling Fei into the car heavily, then stopped caring about her, took the tissue handed over by Assistant Li and wiped the rain on his face indiscriminately, and didn't even look at Ling Fei during the whole process.

Ling Fei didn't look at him either.

The petite body curled up in a ball, and sat silently in the corner, the rain dripping down from her, leaving a small puddle under the seat in a moment.

Song Tianmo was happy.

His expression was even colder, and his whole body exuded a violent aura that no one could approach, until the Mercedes stopped at the door of the hotel, and no one dared to speak under his low pressure.

In addition to the terrifying lightning and thunder outside the car, only the sound of everyone's breathing remained in the entire car.

When he arrived at the hotel, Song Tianmo was greeted by a group of black-clothed men who had been waiting for a long time, and Ling Fei was still shrunk in the seat, her eyes blank.

Assistant Li and the driver were both confused by Song Shao's temper, looked at each other silently, rebooked a room, and placed Ling Fei in the hotel.

It wasn't until nearly the early hours of the morning that Song Tianmo returned to his presidential suite.

Just as he was about to open the door, he remembered the room number that the assistant had told him in the afternoon, and turned around and went downstairs.

Ling Fei lay quietly on the bed.

Already asleep.

The hair was completely dry, loosely draped on the white pillow, lining the pretty face with pink in white.

Song Tianmo just stood by the bed, looking at the sleeping petite girl with deep black eyes, and a small flame quickly sparkled in his eyes.

The body was suddenly filled with a desire to vent fiercely, just looking at a person like this, it actually aroused his impulse strangely, Ling Fei, she was the first.

He bent down, stretched out his slender fingers, which were perfect as works of art, pressed them on her red mouth, and rubbed them gently.

Soft and fiery.

It feels good.

Song Tianmo's eyes deepened a little more, and the whole person was like a cheetah that had taken a fancy to its prey and was ready to attack, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning down violently and biting her lip, and the cheeks of the two were close together.

Cheeks, hot and hot.

After Song Tianmo took a bite, he felt that something was wrong and raised his head.

Stretched out his hand and stroked Ling Fei's white and powdery face.

It's hot.

It's really not his delusion.

His face sank, and he jerked open her quilt and touched her.

It's hotter on your body than on your face.

Extremely high temperatures, not a single bit of sweat.

"Damn it!"

Song Tianmo took out the phone and made a phone call.

"Where are you?"

"Bring your first aid kit and come here!"

A few minutes later, the high-nosed and blue-eyed Paul hurriedly ran into his designated room with a first-aid kit: "Song Shao, what's wrong with you, where are you injured?" ”

Put down the first aid kit and circle around him.

"Save her."

Song Tianmo pointed to Ling Fei on the bed.

Paul walked over suspiciously, looked at her face, then touched her forehead, frowned, and then took out the thermometer.

Body temperature 39 degrees 5.

From Song Tianmo's mouth, he knew that it was raining in the afternoon, so he didn't do other examinations.

"Cold, fever, it's okay, just take some fever-reducing medicine, you don't make it clear on the phone, I thought there was something important about people's lives."

The tools for taking the bullets were all brought.

I didn't think it was just a little cold and fever, tsk, it's worth calling him?

It's too much for him to overkill!

It's a pity that facing Song Tianmo's gloomy face at this time, he didn't have the courage to say this.