Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

Nancheng, a coastal city more than 1000 kilometers away from the imperial capital, has convenient transportation and developed economy. The GDP created every year is the sum of several major northern provinces. A branch of Bo Jia is entrenched here.

When the old man was still there, those people were at ease. Even if some people had different ideas, they didn't dare to come out, and no one dared to ask to leave the Bo family.

However, since the death of the old man, some people are ready to move, regardless of family rules, and have something to do with the Hongmen in Europe.

The raid was closely related to Hongmen.

"Be patient and I'll take the bullet for you now."

Nanting tightened her eyebrows, and her sharp eyes stared at the wound on the man's arm.

Due to excessive blood loss, the man's Yingmei face was a little pale. He turned his head and looked at his wound. He didn't know what he thought of. Suddenly he smiled. He couldn't hide the warmth in the tip of his eyes.

Nanting could not help being silly. Her hand with scalpel and tweezers trembled a few times.

"Sleeping trough! Xiao Hanhan, you laugh too much..."

She was too stunned to say the word "Sao Qi" for fear of being slapped to death by the man in front of her.

Thin cold pool instantly cooled his face and threw a knife eye at her unhappily. "What's more, do it quickly!"

Nanting smiled and fell with a knife.

But in the blink of an eye, a bloody bullet was firmly clamped by the tweezers in his hand, and then dropped it on the nearby plate, making a crisp sound.

The injured man snorted, and big beads of sweat rolled down the corners of his eyes.

"You can bear it most!"

Most people would scream with pain if they didn't use anesthetic to take bullets, but the guy in front of them just snorted, and then he was like a person who had nothing to do. He was a monster!

Thin cold pool gently pulled the corners of his mouth, and there was a faint color of fatigue between his eyebrows.

Nanting shrugged helplessly. No matter how powerful this guy is, he's not made of iron! It's a miracle that I can hold on until now.

"If you are tired, close your eyes and have a rest. Now I have to stop bleeding and bandage your wound."

"Well, I'm fine."

For the man with a stiff mouth, Nanting was almost angry. If she hadn't looked at her relatives, she wouldn't have bothered to care about him.

"You're not made of iron! I'll believe you're okay? Xiao Hanhan, do you think I'm a three-year-old? So easy to cheat!"

The man chuckled, as if he had pulled the wound. He couldn't help frowning and deliberately jokingly said, "Nanting, you're so wordy. Be careful you can't get married in the future."

"Hehe! Can't I get married? I tell you, there are many men who want to marry me in Nancheng."

"Really? But how can I hear people say that the eldest lady of the Li family has a bad temper..." before he finished, Bo Hanchi felt a sharp pain, almost drowning him.

He sighed helplessly, "take it easy!"

Nanting sniffed proudly and continued the bandaging work on his hand. He didn't see any guilt on that beautiful little face. He just hated that he didn't start a little harder and made him talk nonsense.

"Isn't it very powerful? Why? Iron people are also afraid of pain!"

"Well, I'm afraid of pain."

Seeing that the man in front of her was soft, Nanting had a good face. "Close your eyes and go to bed quickly.

"Get out of the way! You let me in!"

A voice suddenly sounded.