The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 17 Bo Yanqing Didn't Recognize Her

After finishing a cigarette, Bo Yanqing raised the car window.

There is only one road here, and when the car drove past Nan Jiaojiao, Bo Yanqing didn't recognize her.

The black suspenders on her body are the same style as Lu Zhenzhen's. The style is sexy and bold. There is a hat on her head, and her face cannot be seen clearly. The clothes are different, and the temperament is also different. In addition to her fierceness, Bo Yanqing is not at all. She didn't think about Nan Jiaojiao for the person in front of her.

On the other hand, Yan Chi glanced at it meaningfully: "The little girl is very ruthless, she has a lot of ingenuity, and her moves are deadly. I guess she didn't want to cause trouble, so she almost crippled her, and she beat her hard enough to heal her. It's quite powerful. Ah, when did Rongcheng produce such a famous character?"

"That waist is quite thin."

After the car drove a certain distance, Bo Yanqing's cell phone rang, and it was the housekeeper of the Bo family who called. As soon as he picked it up, he said in a panic, "Master, the young master is gone!"

"squeak--"

The brakes were slammed, and the wheels sparked.

On the other side, Nan Jiaojiao turned around to leave after finishing everyone. Suddenly, someone got up from the ground, got into the van and dragged the little boy out, picked it up and started to run.

"Let go!"

Nan Jiaojiao didn't move, she just stood there and watched coldly.

The man trembled from being stared at, but he was reluctant to let go.

The brothers have been starving for a few days. They came out tonight to find work. They were so lucky to meet such a kid. Judging from his clothes, he was the young master of a wealthy family, and he could get a lot of ransom.

"I said, let me go." Nan Jiao's thin lips were drawn coldly, her low and cold voice was like the cold wind blowing from hell.

The man couldn't stand it anymore, rolled his eyes, lay down and pretended to be dead.

The little boy was thrown to the ground and woke up in pain.

He opened his eyes, and vaguely saw a tall figure standing in front of him, and coughed several times as soon as he opened his mouth: "Xian, Xiangu..."

Nan Jiaojiao was about to leave, but when she heard this address, she immediately came back.

"Call me sister, don't call me aunt."

"Oh," Bo Qingshan quietly grabbed her skirt, "Sister Xiangu."

Nan Jiaojiao frowned, "Forget it, whatever you want."

She was about to leave, but Bo Qingshan tugged at her skirt, "Sister Xiangu, don't go, don't leave me."

Lu Zhenzhen ran over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the ground: "He touches porcelain."

"Really?" Lu Zhenzhen raised her foot and kicked over, "If you don't learn well at a young age, what kind of bad tricks did you learn to mess with these savages!"

"Hiss." Nan Jiaojiao gasped as she looked at the boy's red wrist.

"I kicked him, what's your name?"

"He can't call out, I'll make a sound for him," Nan Jiaojiao took out her mobile phone and called the police. "He is tied up, so don't worry about it. The police will protect him when they arrive."

"I don't want the police, I want Sister Xiangu!"

Bo Qingshan was dizzy, but he still had strength. He crawled over and hugged Nan Jiaojiao's leg, putting all his energy into his hands.

Nan Jiaojiao kicked lightly twice, but she didn't shake off, but the temperature of the little kid's body surprised her.

She knelt down, touched Bao Qingshan's forehead, and gave him his pulse.

He obviously had a high fever, but his body felt a chill. The heat and cold collided, and he was drugged, so he might not be able to hold out for the police to come.

"Zhenzhen, bring your car over."

Lu Zhenzhen didn't ask any more questions, and immediately asked the driver to drive over. Together with Nan Jiaojiao, she carried Bao Qingshan into the back seat, and then sat in the passenger seat.

Asked: "Send him to the hospital?"

"It's too late."

Nan Jiaojiao took off her hat and spread her hands, "Give me the acupuncture kit."

(End of this chapter)