The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

"Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Ye Chi growled, with tears in his red eyes, his son was only twenty, and his family was happy, but because of Byrne, everything was gone.

"You won't do that, you don't want the Duke to die like this."

Byrne continued to lean on the chair with his legs crossed on the dining table and smiled at Ye Chi, and he didn't panic at all when a weapon was pointed at his forehead.

The knights watching from outside the room, they didn't dare to meddle in their own business this time, and stood quietly.

After hearing what Byrne said, Ye Chi burst into tears with hatred, because what Byrne said was right, he couldn't let Da Siyu die, and it was his mission to protect Da Siyu.

Ye Chi put down his weapon again, forcing himself to endure with red eyes.

With a sudden crash, Da Siyu tore off the tablecloth forcefully, and all the food and tableware fell to the ground, and there was an instant deathly silence.

Da Siyu didn't get angry, but looked indifferently at Byrne who was still looking at him with his legs resting on his cheek, and asked him, "Is it fun?"

The corners of Byrne's mouth curled up, leaning on the chair, and he looked straight at Da Siyu, "It's so funny, after all, you are so well educated that you can tear the tablecloth. It's really interesting."

Da Siyu, who was provoked, did not go mad, and looked at Byrne without any fluctuations on his face, "Since you like my son so much, then go chop it off, and I'll wait for you to send me his arm as a gift."

Byrne didn't expect Da Si Yuhui to say that, and raised his eyebrows while holding his chin, "Your Excellency, this is giving up on himself, are you sure you don't want to struggle anymore?"

Da Siyu looked at Byrne with cold eyes and said nothing, showing no emotion.

Byrne frowned slightly, "It's not fun if the Duke is not angry! You should be angry."

Da Siyu still didn't respond, knowing that he couldn't do anything to Byrne if he wasn't angry.

Da da da, there was a sound of footsteps outside the aisle.

After a while, a man who looked like a doctor led a young man to the door of the room, carrying a medicine box.

Seeing Byrne sitting in front of the long table, the doctor gasped, fear was evident in his eyes, but he didn't dare to be negligent, and walked into the room to say hello, "Lord Byrne is here today! "

Byrne didn't see a doctor, but the expression on his face was not very good, and the low pressure was terrible.

The doctor didn't dare to say any more, and came to Da Siyu with trepidation, and said with an embarrassed smile, "It's time for routine examination again, and I hope you will forgive me, Lord Duke."

"Where is the matter, I will trouble you this time."

Da Siyu put on an elegant smiling face, looking very gentle in a loose white nightgown with long blonde hair on his chest.

The doctor didn't dare to be nympho, after all, Byrne was sitting across from him.

But the little doctor who came with the doctor didn't know how to write fear words, and had already scanned Da Siyu directly.

It turned out that this was the legendary Duke, and she was as beautiful as the rumors said.

After watching Da Siyu, he glanced at Byrne, his eyes were very haughty, this is the queen's younger brother that his father said!

Tsk!How dare an illegitimate child be so arrogant.

It's so fucking cheap for this kid, you can eat a beauty like the Duke every day, if I inherit my father's title in the future, can I also come and play, I haven't tasted such a beauty yet.

The man's gaze became obscene, and he kept looking at Da Siyu.

It's not that Da Siyu didn't notice, he just forced himself to ignore it calmly.

"If the leg responds, you can tell me."

The doctor took out the moxibustion needles and pierced Da Siyu's calf, and looked up at Da Siyu's expression.

Da Siyu has been politely showing a gentle smile to the doctor, without showing any painful expression.

Because he couldn't do that, the doctor didn't really come to examine him, but the royal family sent him to check whether his legs were really broken and unable to walk.

The doctor comes here almost every month today, and the moxibustion needles are aimed at Da Siyu's calf with force.

After all, Da Siyu is pretending to be you, and his legs are very good, so every time he has to endure the pain and say that he is fine.

"Is there no response here?"

The doctor pointed to Da Siyu's calf and asked, and the moxibustion needles went in hard again.

Da Siyu only felt the pain, the moxibustion needles had pierced his bones.

He clenched his hands tightly in his wide sleeves, and he forced himself to smile while enduring the pain, "There's no response."

It doesn't hurt, so it seems that the leg is really useless.

The doctor muttered in his heart, but changed to a bigger moxibustion needle.

Da Siyu bit his lip immediately, although his movement was small, he was still seen by Byrne who was looking at him with his chin on the other side.

At this moment, Byrne no longer had a smile on his face, and leaned on the chair with his legs crossed, watching all this with cold eyes.

Suddenly he glanced at the man standing next to the doctor. He was looking at Da Siyu's collar, and he kept looking in because of his height.

Byrne laughed angrily, no one dared to take him seriously.

He glanced at Da Siyu, who suppressed his fear and looked at the big moxibustion needle in the doctor's hand, picked up the saber on the table and stood up coldly.

Da Siyu closed his eyes resignedly, he was used to it anyway, not bad this time.

But before the pain came, there was a scream, "Ah!!! My eyes... my eyes."

Da Siyu was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes, and what came into his sight was Byrne who threw off the blood from the tip of the sword, and the man who covered his eyes and screamed with bleeding.

"Master Byrne, what's going on?"

The doctor threw away the big moxibustion needle in his hand and got up to support his apprentice, looking at Byrne angrily and panicking.

"I'm so sorry, my hand slipped."

Byrne put the sword back into the scabbard calmly, and stood up straight with a smile on his lips, looking down at the doctor.

The doctor's face turned pale with anger, which was obviously intentional.

"It hurts, teacher, my eyes... woo my eyes."

The man was crying and howling, his hands covering his eyes were covered with blood.

The doctor was overwhelmed and flustered.

Byrne yelled coldly, "Seeing off the guests."

"Yes."

The knight outside rushed into the room immediately, and directly carried the doctor and the man away, not forgetting to take their medicine boxes.