Mo Sheng opened his eyes, and the powerful, full of anger Bo Ming blocked in front of him, like a shield that shielded him from the wind and rain, and could withstand the artillery fire, full of security.

There is only a straight back, which also makes her eyes rosy.

No matter how dark the class level is, there will always be someone who will go out of their way to protect her.

The broad hand grasped the whip, and blood rolled down the slit of his hand, dripping onto the floor.

Like a plum blossom brand spreading, drop by drop, bright and prickly.

The thin eyebrows are sharp, the knife-cut facial features are full of cold, and the deep and cold eyes are staring at Yax, who is tall and full of aura, like a proud and bloodthirsty king, under the pressure of aura, Yax is a little lower.

Seeing Bo Ming's bleeding hand, Yax was taken aback, and hurriedly lowered his head, "Young Master." ”

Bo Shen circled the whip a few times, pulled it out, and whipped it at Yax with a quick blow.

Only a "pop" was heard, and Yax's suit cracked, leaving a bloody streak on his chest.

He stepped back and knelt on the ground, "Young Master is angry." ”

"Yax, sooner or later, the Bo family will be my Bo Ming!" Bo Ming's voice was cold and hard, domineering, declaring his sovereignty.

Yax was afraid, this sentence might sound natural to others, but he was creepy.

It means that if one day Bo Ming becomes the heaven of the Bo family, then Yax is the first to take it out and clean it up.

Bo Ming's face was hot and sweaty, as if he was running in the dust, panting.

He turned his head, and his small body crashed into his embrace, calming his vigilance, and all the anger disappeared into his eyes.

Mo Sheng hugged his waist and said movingly, "Uncle Bo, I knew you would come." ”

For Mo Sheng's coquettishness, Bo Ming always seemed helpless, all his temper was exhausted, his uninjured hand wrapped around her shoulder, and pretended to say coldly, "Now that you know my goodness, why did you go earlier?" ”

Mo Sheng pouted and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you, and I ran away angrily, and I didn't answer your call, I will definitely be obedient and study hard in the future......"

"Alright, alright." Listening to her chatter, Bo Ming was impatient, "I know you're not so worry-free." ”

He didn't ask for anything anymore, he just wanted her to be safe.

"Uncle Bo, you're injured."

Mo Sheng took his hand, his hand was full of marks of being cut by a blade, and the flesh turned out and kept bleeding, hideous and cruel.

"It's not a big deal, are you okay?"

Bo Ming checked, afraid that she would be injured.

"No, I don't have anything to do, all the damage is blocked by you." Mo Sheng pursed his lips, and he couldn't express his self-blame in his heart.

Bo Ming patted her little head and said disgustedly, "Why didn't I open you to the flower?" Look you're still naughty. ”

"You can't bear it." Mo Sheng whispered.

Bo Ming had a cold face and didn't say much.

He wouldn't admit it.

"By the way, Uncle Bo, how do you know that I am in the old mansion?" Mo Sheng asked again.

"Guess."

A simple sentence was dismissed.

Mo Sheng hurriedly came to Yu Zhizhe, "Uncle Yu, you can bandage Uncle Bo's wounds." ”

found him in Bo Chongguang's room, as if he was feeding medicine, and Bo Chongguang had a gloomy face, and his face was not good when he saw her.

To a certain extent, no matter how disgusted Bo Chongguang was, Mo Sheng had to maintain her posture as a junior, so she didn't say anything.

Today, it is very unusual that Yu Zhizhe is wearing a silk scarf on his wrist.

"Mo Sheng, why are you here?"

Yu Zhe knew that Mo Sheng didn't like the old house, and it was absolutely impossible to come when he had nothing to do.

Instead, even Bo Ming came in.

"You all get out!" Bo Ming said coldly.