Chapter 659: She is willing

As a result, the blood eagle couldn't stand it anymore, "Miss Tang, although the boss wouldn't let me tell you, I still have to say that he is actually because of you!"
"Because of me?" Tang Nuan painted a puzzled face.
Mingye suddenly glared at the blood eagle, "Blood Eagle, you are so bold, you don't listen to what I say?"
"I……"
Blood Eagle is such a majestic man, but in front of Ming Ye, he was wronged like a child. He could only shook his head obediently, "No, nothing, Miss Tang, you don't have to worry."
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What is going on here?
Tang Nuan's curiosity is even heavier. What are these two people doing?
Looking back and forth at the two of them, Tang Nuan painted confusedly and asked, "What are you talking about? What can't you tell me?"
"No, Miss Tang, you think too much, there is nothing." The blood eagle shook his head tightly.
"Not really?" Tang Nuan didn't believe it.
"Hiss—" When the two of you were looking at me and I was looking at you, Ming Ye suddenly took a breath.
The doctor was carefully helping Mingye pick the meat, rummaging for the bullet buried in his arm, and finally, his eyes were shining and he clamped the bullet with tweezers!
"It may be a little painful, sir, you will endure it, and it will pass!"
As the doctor said, he clamped the bullet tightly, and then carefully took out the blood-stained bullet with a thread. The picture made people tremble.
"En..." Ming Ye snorted twice and finally managed to survive the pain.
When Tang Nuanhua saw the bullet, he was stunned, "Mingye, you were shot!"
"Why are you so surprised?"
Ming Ye gave her a cold look, and the enchanting face was disdainful, "The bullet in the man is normal, don't yell."
However, his grinning expression clearly betrayed him, cutting meat to take bullets, and not being able to use narcotics, it was not a normal pain...
"not me……"
Tang Nuan painted at this moment incoherent inexplicably, she asked with a look of confusion, "The point is that you have been with me, why didn't I know that you were shot?"
"It's weird if you know it." Ming Ye snorted coldly.
However, Mingye didn't explain any more. After the doctor finished the disinfection and bandaging, his elbow was tightly wrapped with a bandage, and the pain finally eased.
"Okay, let's go down first." After the bandage was finished, Ming Ye ordered his hand.
"Yes." The blood eagle immediately led the doctor away with awareness.
In the huge room, only Tang Nuan's paintings and Ming Ye with bare arms are left, and the atmosphere is inexplicably ambiguous...
Tang Nuan didn't feel the subtlety of the atmosphere. She just looked at the wound on Ming Ye's hand intently, and then suddenly remembered something, exclaimed, "I see!"
"What do you know?" Ming Ye raised her eyebrows, her faint green eyes showing a hint of playfulness.
"You hurt, did you help me block the bullet in Baicheng when you were in the underground city?" Tang Nuanhua asked timidly.
She remembered that at the last second when the smoke bomb was released, Baicheng's shot was indeed shot! It's just that the sound of gunfire and smoke bombs were mixed together, which was unconsciously ignored.
Thinking about it now, it turns out that this gun that he didn't reach was actually shot into Ming Ye who was protecting him.
But along the way, Ming Ye didn't say a word, and didn't even intend to let himself know all this. Is he worried that he would have a psychological burden?
Thinking of this, Tang Nuanhua was overwhelmed, and didn't know what to say to Ming Ye for a while.
He simply kept bowing to Ming Ye, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ming Ye, you were hurt because of me, I'm really sorry..."
"by……"
Ming Ye looked at her coldly, holding her forehead helplessly, "Sister, I blocked the bullet for you, not to make you bow to me, you treat me as a and worship Buddha?"
"I……"
Tang Nuan bit her lip innocently, "I just don't know how to thank you, you helped me so much today, and you saved my life! I, I..."
Tang Nuanhua originally thought that he had already escaped from Baicheng once today, but he did not expect that the second time he escaped, Mingye helped her with a shot.
If it weren't for Mingye, with Baicheng's precise marksmanship, I guess he would have been headshot now?
"So, is your way of thanking you just bowing?" Ming Ye suddenly chuckled.
It is difficult to coordinate a red hair with green eyes, but this weird combination looks unexpectedly harmonious on Ming Ye, and it also has a unique charm.
"No, you saved my life. You can let me be a cow or a horse for you."
Tang Nuan painting is really grateful, even if Ming Ye asks her to brush the toilet now, she is willing!
"Oh? Can you be a cow or a horse?" Ming Ye's smile grew stronger.
"Yes! I swear!" Tang Nuanhua said with his hands upright, making a serious swearing appearance.
Ming Ye looked at this girl, and didn't know whether to cry or laugh, this woman probably didn't know, she was really cute like this.
At the end, Ming Ye saw that Tang Nuan’s tone was so firm, he simply lay on the bed and said in a free and easy tone, "Okay, since you said that you can be a cow or a horse for me, then I want you to be a servant for me for a day. Shouldn't it matter?"
"No problem." Tang Nuanhua didn't hesitate.
After all, his life was saved by Ming Ye, and it would not be a loss to be a servant for a day, so Tang Nuan painted happily and agreed.
Ming Ye suddenly smiled evilly, "Okay, then you come over and beat me back now."
After talking about Ming Ye, she sat on the sofa, looking at Tang Nuan's painting with a look of expectation, "Come on, Tang Sao?"
Tang Nuan's painting rolled her eyes irritably, "Don't scream, alright, although I am your servant today, you still have to call me politely..."
"Aunt Tang?" Ming Ye smiled.
"Your uncle!" Tang Nuanhua suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.
But she couldn't do anything to an injured patient, not to mention that the injured patient was injured for herself, so Tang Nuanhua had to walk behind Ming Ye obediently, and then give Ming Ye a massage.
"Well, not bad."
Ming Ye closed his eyes with great enjoyment, and couldn't help but praise, this girl's technique is really in place, she is simply a masseur tailored for him.
The technician hired by Ming Ye used to be either too light or too heavy. Every time he finished a massage, he felt as tired as a battle.
But in Tang Nuan's hands, Ming Ye only felt comfortable.
The soft little hands were like cotton, kneading and squeezing behind his back, Ming Yehen had to stop.
"is that enough?"
After pressing it for about half an hour, Tang Nuan's hands were sore and ready to stop here.