Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

"Leng Feng, I'll give it to you!"

After putting down his words, Bo Hanchi took his girl out of the dark room without looking back.

Looking at Bo Yuan, who fell to the ground in pain, and thinking of Song Li's cold eyes, Leng Feng couldn't help feeling a burst of fear. He always felt that the girl was completely different from usual.

"Since you colluded with Hongmen and hurt the young master, you should think of your end!"

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Those small white hands were covered with scarlet blood and looked particularly dazzling.

Song Li didn't seem to care much about these small details. She only felt the warmth of the men around her. She couldn't help raising her lips. The pear vortex was shallow, and even the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were full of a smile.

The man around her has been holding her hand, very hard, very warm

"You are..."

Nanting, who was walking towards her, first saw the hands clenched together, and then saw the blood stain on Song Li's hands. Halfway through, she swallowed hard.

Even the funny smile on his face froze.

She gently pulled the corners of her mouth and asked with a smile, "Xiao Hanhan, what Ali had on his hands should not be red pigment!"

Bo Hanchi gave her a cold look and said, "No."

Nanting was stunned. Something strange flashed across her eyes and said quietly, "then I won't disturb you two."

When they went away, she narrowed her eyes dangerously, and the cold bottom of her eyes flashed. Song Li's hands were obviously stained with blood. Although the smell of blood was very light, she was very sensitive to the taste.

That girl, I really underestimated her before!

Back in the room, Bo Hanchi immediately took Song Li to the bathroom, put her small hands under the faucet, washed them with water and put on hand sanitizer again and again.

Until, he couldn't smell any blood on her fingertips.

In the whole process, Song Li didn't say a word and let the men around her fiddle with her.

His movements were not rude, but gentle for fear of hurting her.

Song Li turned his head, looked at the man around him from the corner of his eyes, and smiled playfully between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Brother Bo, actually, it doesn't matter..."

She is not afraid of blood.

In the memory of that car accident, Mommy's blood dripped from her forehead and covered her head and face.

The man gently collected his eyes and looked down at the girl in front of him. His eyes were dark.

Song Li chuckled, tilted his head and said solemnly, "it really doesn't matter."

Although she said so, her hand hid behind quietly.

"Ali."

He called her name gently with a helpless look.

The girl raised her white little face slightly, and her beautiful apricot eyes were as bright as stars. She looked at the man in front of her with a smile, "brother Bo, what can I do for you?"

"Nothing! By the way, aren't you hungry? I'll go to breakfast with you first."

In fact, he just wanted to ask her, are you afraid of what happened just now?

But the man didn't ask after all. He was worried that he would hear the answer he didn't want.

As soon as he heard that breakfast had been eaten, Song Li nodded with joy, and his beautiful eyes immediately brightened.

Suddenly, she remembered something. She reluctantly turned her mouth and muttered in a low voice: "poor little white, there is no fresh steak this morning."

"Huh?"

The man was stunned and looked at her suspiciously, Xiaobai? The snow mastiff he keeps?