Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

"The subscriber you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please redial later! The subscriber you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."

The sweet voice of the mobile secretary came from the handset. The man couldn't help frowning and playing with his mobile phone with his slender fingers. After a little hesitation, he dialed again.

On weekdays, Ali never doesn't answer his phone, not even once.

Is something wrong?

It was also a familiar cell phone ring. Bo Hanchi listened patiently. When he was anxious to hang up the phone, the voice of two strange men came from the other end of the cell phone.

"Just tell me that. When you get out of the door, you don't know anything. If it reaches the ears of the wolf members, you don't know how you die."

"By the way, I heard that the boss of the wild wolf is also Asian, and maybe even Chinese."

"Someone in the circle has heard about it, but who knows! In short, you're right to listen to me. After we hand over the man to Bo Laosi, we'll leave China immediately after we get the money and don't stay for another minute."

……

At that moment, Bo Hanchi's face immediately changed, his fingers holding the mobile phone tightened slowly, and his knuckles turned white.

Bo Hanchi dared to hang up his cell phone, but he didn't dare to make a sound, because he knew very well that Ali couldn't be easily caught unless someone used other means, such as medicine.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that Ali has no worries about his life. After all, Bo Sheng sent her kidnapper. Since Bo Sheng is the kidnapper, there is only one reason why he kidnapped Ali, that is, he wants to force him to submit with ALI.

Bo Hanchi immediately asked someone to locate Ali's mobile phone, but he didn't think of it. A minute later, the mobile phone call suddenly broke, and no sound came.

Looking at the gradually darkening mobile phone screen, Bo Hanchi's face suddenly became ugly. A touch of danger suddenly burst out from his eyes, like a sharp sword cutting through the sky.

He called Yi Xu immediately.

A few minutes later, Bo Hanchi was already sitting in the car to Bo Sheng's house, galloping all the way. Yi Xu raised his eyes and looked at the man in the rearview mirror. His angular face was as gloomy as the rainy day in the imperial capital, and his sword eyebrows tightened

His whole person exudes an appalling strength and coldness, which makes people dare not approach easily.

Yi Xu's mouth moved and wanted to say something.

Before he could speak, the man in the back row suddenly said indifferently, "Ali was kidnapped by Bo Laosi."

Yi Xu was suddenly shocked and suddenly realized that no one except Miss Ali could make his young master so nervous. Master Bo Si poked a big basket this time!

At that time, even if the old lady wants to protect him, the young master will certainly not agree.

Along the way, Yi Xu always felt that his young master's means had become softer and softer in recent years. If there had not been an accident in Nancheng last year, everyone thought he had become softhearted.

Nevertheless, some people in the family were ready to move. Those people thought that the young master would become weak without the support of the Jiang family, but they didn't expect that just three months ago, the master of the Ji family took the initiative to find his young master to talk about cooperation projects

When Yi Xu thought of this, he couldn't help looking at the man in the rearview mirror and asked carefully, "young master, are we looking for the fourth master now?"

Thin cold pool narrowed his eyes, and a pair of Zhan black eyes flashed cold and sharp light.

He raised his lips, smiled meaningfully and said, "Yi Xu, is it because my means have been too soft in the past two years that they have forgotten something?"

Yi Xu's heart jumped and hurriedly asked, "young master, are you going to..."

Bo Hanchi leaned back comfortably, with a lazy pick on his eyebrows and a particularly sarcastic smile, "since they have forgotten, I don't mind asking you to recall it again."

His voice is low and deep, showing a shocking chill and cold prey, and he doesn't hide his strength.

Yi Xu wanted to applaud his young master.

"Young master, I support you."

……

In an hour.

Bo Sheng, who was drinking tea, heard the housekeeper report that the owner had arrived at the door and was coming to the main house. He was choked by a mouthful of tea and covered his chest and coughed desperately.

After he recovered, Bo Sheng raised his head, flashed a trace of panic in his eyes, and hurriedly asked, "you, what did you just say?"

"Master, the master is coming and is walking towards the main house." the housekeeper repeated what he had just said.

Bo Sheng shook his fingers, and the tea splashed out of the purple sand cup. "He, how did he come here suddenly?" he said this to his only son Bo Chengyu.

Bo Chengyu is over 40 years old and of medium build. He doesn't have the greasy feeling of ordinary Chinese men. On the contrary, he has a bit of elegance.

He frowned for a moment and said, "Dad, is it possible that our plan was leaked?"

"It's impossible! Only you and I know this thing. No third person knows it. Even your second uncle doesn't know it." Bo Sheng immediately denied Bo Chengyu's guess. "I thought about bringing your second uncle in at the beginning, but he was too timid. I'm afraid he would spoil our good things."

"If so, it can only be a coincidence. See Bo Hanchi first and then make other plans."

"That's all I can do now."

Bo Chengyu understood his father's meaning. Instead of being pressed hard, he might as well hit him head-on. He wanted to see. In Bo Hanchi's heart, which is more important between Jiangshan and beautiful women?

He raised his lips and said grimly, "since the owner is visiting, I should get up and meet him."

"Dad, wait. I'm going to find out the news."

"Be careful, he's hard to deal with."

……

It was getting dark. On Kangzhuang Avenue, the two rows of street lights were all on, like dancing Bai Lian. There was a traffic jam on the way back to the city from the suburbs, one by one, like a long dragon on the ground.

Ali had been nervous and dared not relax at all. He was afraid that he would sleep if he was not careful.

"Fuck! There's a traffic jam!" the man in the driver's seat pounded the steering wheel angrily. "Who told me that the Chinese emperors don't have traffic jams? Is this called traffic jams? Is this fucking traffic jams?"

"Boss, what should I do now? In case those two girls in the back suddenly wake up."

"Call Bo Laosi and let him find a way."

……

Traffic jam?

Although I felt that the speed of the car was much slower, I didn't expect the traffic jam to happen so soon. When they went all the way north and back to the city, the route was the same as before.

This is a great opportunity! Success or failure depends on it. We must not miss it.