Mozu Beitan glanced at the plane flying away with a dark face, and only stood up after making sure it was safe, and pulled the woman under him up, and his black eyes roughly swept the woman's whole body, and there was no injury, so he was relieved.

Asakko stared at a bloody hole in the man's shoulder, his heart ached, his little hand touched the man's shoulder, and his voice trembled a little: "Bei, Beitan, you are injured!" ”

Mozu Beitan glanced at the wound on his shoulder that was bleeding out, his black eyes flashed with a hint of cold blood, and he took the woman's small hand and walked towards the Lincoln luxury car.

"Beitan, you have to deal with the wound quickly!"

"You wait a minute, okay, I'll help you stop the bleeding first."

"A gunshot wound can't be ignored!"

Mozu Beitan stuffed the woman into the car expressionlessly, and spit out three words indifferently with thin lips: "I'm fine." ”

"Nothing? You're bleeding all the time and you're still saying it's okay?! ”

Qianzike frowned tightly and carefully opened the man's clothes, Mozu Beitan closed his eyes and let the woman toss, after a while, the luxury car stopped in front of the villa, the man strode towards the door, and Qianzike hurriedly followed his pace.

Wen Ming on the sofa glanced at the two people at the door, and shouted loudly: "I said, boss, are you still going to show your affection on this snowy day?" ”

Then in the next second, Wen Ming's eyes were tightly locked on the wound on the man's shoulder, his whole face became serious, and he jumped off the sofa and shouted to the middle-aged woman who was busy in the restaurant: "Aunt Lan, go and bring the medicine box!" ”

The three of them came to the study together, Mozu Beitan took off his shirt, revealing his sturdy upper body and lying on the sofa, Wen Ming walked to the door and took the medicine box to lock the door, and said in a calm voice while disinfecting with alcohol: "Madam, I'll help the boss get the bullet, and you help me fight." ”

"Okay."

Wen Ming quickly handled the movements in his hands, took the scalpel, and cut the flesh around the blood hole......

Qianzi Ke looked at the man's wound, and his distressed 'pop papa' burst into tears, turned his head to look at the man, and couldn't help but be stunned: at this time, Mozu Beitan looked at the mobile phone casually, and there was no pain on his face.

Asa Zike wiped the mist in his eyes, looked at the man lying on the sofa in disbelief, and couldn't help but caress the man's face with his little hand: "Isn't it painful, don't bear the pain, just call if you want to." ”

Mozu Beitan turned his head sideways to look at the woman's reddish eyes, his eyebrows were high, and the corners of his mouth raised a good-looking arc, and Asa Zike frowned tightly, he was still smiling at this time?

He's not afraid of pain, and in layman's terms, he's immune to gunshot wounds.

There are too many times it hurts, and after a long time, I don't know how it hurts.

With a "bell .....", the bullet fell into the tray.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the study, and Qianzike looked at the door and then at the man on the sofa, and Mozu Beitan signaled with his eyes to open the door.

The woman obediently opened the door, only to see Meng Xuan and Zhou Nanyue walking in with a serious face, Wen Ming turned his head and glanced at the two of them, and he didn't speak, and he tied gauze to the man neatly.

Mozu Beitan whispered to the woman: "You go out first." ”

Asako pursed her lips, her eyes full of worry, glanced at the man, turned and walked towards the door.

Meng Xuan sat on the other end of the sofa and said in a deep voice: "I have already sent someone to find the plane, what if it is really from the Philo family?" ”

"I'll contact Feng Yu later to see how they're doing." The face of Nanyue was not much better.

After finishing the work in hand, Wen Ming sighed slightly: "The bullet is not deep, it's not a big deal, fortunately, it's not summer now, and it's not easy to deal with inflammation." ”

Mozu Beitan half-squinted at the photo on his phone and asked, "How long is there until the president returns to China?" ”

"There are five months left, and there are still four months left until the time of the engagement."

Zhou Nanyue looked at the phone and frowned and said, "Boss, Gu Yihong's rubber human skin mask won't last much time, and if it is simply repaired, it will take another week." ”

Mozu Beitan was silent.

After a pause, Zhou Nanyue continued: "That week, you must go in person. ”