As a result, Xue Ying couldn't stand it any longer, "Miss Tang, although the boss won't let me tell you, I still want to say that the reason why he got his hands on me is actually because of you!"
"Because of me?" Tang Nuanhua looked confused.
Ming Ye suddenly glared hard at Xue Ying, "Xue Ying, you are so brave, you don't even listen to my words?"
"I… "
Blood Eagle, such a majestic man, felt as wronged as a child in front of Ming Ye. He could only shake his head obediently, "No, it's nothing. Miss Tang, you don't have to worry."
What the hell is going on
Tang Nuanhua's curiosity became even more intense. What on earth were these two people doing
Looking back and forth between the two of them, Tang Nuanhua asked confused, "What on earth are you talking about? Is there anything you can't tell me?"
"No, Miss Tang, you are overthinking, there is nothing." Xue Ying shook his head with a tense face.
"Really?" Tang Nuanhua didn't believe it.
"Hiss—" Just as the two of them were looking at each other, Ming Ye suddenly took a breath of air.
The doctor was carefully helping Ming Ye pick out the meat and looking for the bullet buried in his arm. Finally, with his eyes shining, he picked up the bullet with tweezers!
"It might hurt a little. Sir, please bear with it and it will pass!"
As the doctor spoke, he clamped the bullet tightly, and then carefully took out the blood-stained bullet. The scene was horrifying to watch.
"Well..." Ming Ye snorted twice, finally getting over the pain.
When Tang Nuanhua saw the bullet, he was stunned and said, "Mingye, you were shot!"
"Why are you so surprised?"
Ming Ye gave her a cold look, with a look of disdain on the monster's face, "It's normal for men to be hit by bullets. Don't make a fuss."
However, the grimace on his face clearly gave him away. He had to cut his flesh to remove the bullets, and he couldn't use anesthesia. It was really not an ordinary pain...
"not me… "
Tang Nuanhua was incoherent for no reason at this time. She asked with a puzzled look, "The key is that you have been with me. How come I didn't know you were shot?"
"It's strange that you know." Ming Ye snorted coldly.
However, Ming Ye didn't explain anymore. After the doctor finished disinfecting and bandaging, his elbow was tightly wrapped with a bandage, and the pain finally eased.
"Okay, you go down first." After the bandaging was completed, Ming Ye ordered his men.
"Yes." Xue Ying immediately understood the situation and left with the doctor.
In the huge room, only Tang Nuan's paintings and the bare-armed Ming Ye were left, and the atmosphere was inexplicably ambiguous...
Tang Nuanhua didn't feel the subtlety of the atmosphere. She just looked at the injury on Ming Ye's hand intently. Then she suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "I know!"
"What do you know?" Ming Ye raised her eyebrows, her green eyes showing a trace of amusement.
"Did you get this injury because you helped me block Baicheng's bullet when we were in the dungeon?" Tang Nuanhua asked timidly.
She remembered that at the last second when the smoke bomb was released, Baicheng indeed fired! It's just that the sound of gunshots and smoke grenades were mixed together, making people ignore it unconsciously.
Now that I think about it, it turns out that the bullet that I didn't hit actually hit Ming Ye who was protecting me.
But along the way, Ming Ye remained silent and didn't even intend to let himself know all this. Was he worried that he would be mentally burdened
Thinking of this, Tang Nuanhua was so moved that he didn't know what to say to Ming Ye for a moment.
He just kept bowing to Ming Ye, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ming Ye, it's all because of me that you were hurt. I'm really sorry..."
"Depend on… "
Ming Ye looked at her coldly, holding her forehead helplessly, "Sister, I stopped the bullet for you, not to make you bow to me. Do you think I am a god and worship Buddha?"
"I… "
Tang Nuanhua bit her lip innocently, "I just don't know how to thank you. You helped me so much today and even saved my life! I, I..."
Tang Nuanhua originally thought that she had escaped death once from Baicheng today, but she didn't expect that the second time she escaped from death, it was Ming Ye who helped her block a shot.
If it weren't for Ming Ye, with Baicheng's accurate shooting skills, he would probably have been shot in the head by now, right
"So, your way of thanking you is just to bow?" Ming Ye suddenly chuckled.
Red hair and green eyes are originally difficult to coordinate, but this strange combination looks unexpectedly harmonious on Ming Ye, and it also has a unique charm.
"No, you saved my life. You asked me to do anything for you."
Tang Nuanhua was really grateful. Even if Mingye asked her to clean the toilet now, she would be willing to do so!
"Oh? Can I be a cow or a horse?" Ming Ye's smile became even wider.
"Yes! I swear!" Tang Nuanhua said, raising his hands as if he was swearing seriously.
Ming Ye looked at this girl and didn't know whether to cry or laugh. I'm afraid this woman didn't know that she was really cute like this.
Finally, seeing Tang Nuanhua's firm tone, Ming Ye simply lay down on the bed and said in a free and easy tone, "Okay, since you said you can work as a cow or a horse for me, then I want you to be my servant for a day. It shouldn’t matter, right?”
"No problem." Tang Nuanhua didn't hesitate at all.
After all, Ming Ye saved his life, and being a servant for a day was not a loss at all, so Tang Nuanhua happily agreed.
Ming Ye suddenly smiled evilly, "Okay, then come here and give me a slap on the back."
After saying that, Mingye sat on the sofa and looked at Tang Nuanhua with an expectant expression, "Come on, Sister-in-law Tang?"
Tang Nuanhua rolled his eyes angrily, "Don't yell nonsense. Although I am your servant today, you still have to politely call me Tang..."
"Aunt Tang?" Ming Ye smiled.
"Your uncle!" Tang Nuanhua suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
But she couldn't do anything to an injured person, not to mention that the injury was caused by herself, so Tang Nuanhua had no choice but to walk behind Ming Ye obediently, and then gave Ming Ye a massage.
"Well, not bad, not bad."
Ming Ye closed her eyes in great enjoyment, and couldn't help but praise her in her heart. This girl's skills were really spot on. She was like a masseur tailor-made for him.
The technicians hired by Mingye in the past were either too gentle or too heavy-handed. Every time after a massage, I felt as tired as if I had been in a battle.
But in Tang Nuanhua's hands, Ming Ye only felt comfortable.
Her soft little hands were like cotton, rubbing and squeezing his back, and Ming Ye regretted having to stop.
"Is it enough?"
After pressing and touching for about half an hour, Tang Nuan's painting hands were so sore that he was ready to call it a day.