The privately pregnant man of the black-hearted president

The color of the mandala spread out on Su Yuntian's chest.

In fact, when the boy's mood began to change, Su Yuntian began to doubt, and even when he was slowly approaching him, he had an expectation that he would stab him with a knife.

But he still leaned over, as if the appearance Ye Ziyang showed just now was what he expected, hoping that he would throw away his usual uninhibitedness, obey, and wait with himself for the birth of that child.

In Su Yuntian's memory, Ye Ziyang had dim eyes three times.

The first time, the first time we met, I took advantage of his inattention and punched him hard, and then the boy spat out a mouthful of blood, and everyone who looked at him was stupefied in the sun.

The second time, in the corridor, there was still a punch, and the boy's face turned to his shoulder, through the half-covered forehead and eyes, the color of mist flowed out.

The third time, just now, under the pale complexion, there are thin and desolate eyes.

Those eyes are a beautiful trap filled with lies, but the deceived person is involuntarily willing.

In the gradually blurred field of vision, it was the scene of the boy running away in a hurry with his left hand holding his right arm, and in his keen hearing, it was the sound of the two people's blood dripping to the ground for the second time.

In a trance, the stumbling figure of the young man was blocked by a pink shadow until the pink shadow got closer and closer to him.

……

"Actually, you had time to fight back, and you also had a chance to shoot him again, but you became weaker than ever before, and passed out without accomplishing anything. What if you just bled so much and died, what would you do? What about my hatred, what about me..."

On the bed, Liao Yuhan wiped the plaster on the sleeping Su Yuntian.

Maybe it was because of the pain, Su Yuntian frowned and woke up slowly.

"However, you should also know that I won't let you have trouble, absolutely not." Liao Yuhan's hand gradually deviated from Su Yuntian's wound, but slid down towards the center line of his exposed chest.

"Thank you." The man on the bed stretched out his left hand and held the hand of the standing man.

Liao Yuhan smiled in surprise and relief.

However, when Su Yuntian brought their hands to the bed instead of his body, the two hands separated again.

Liao Yuhan's smile was gradually replaced by disappointment.

"Where's that dog?" Su Yuntian choked his throat and looked very cold.

"That's it..." Liao Yuhan took a deep breath, and glanced aimlessly around the distance, "According to the previous arrangement, it's in the next room, that... little guy."

"As a doctor, you must think that dogs are more suitable for staying in cages, right?"

"Hehe, I'm not a veterinarian."

"When a dog is disobedient, it should be natural for the owner to beat it?"

"For small animals, it's better for adults to take good care of them."

"Being cruel is probably the most important step to the idea of ​​turning a wild dog into a domestic dog."

"But……"

"Yuhan should understand what I mean."

"Maybe."