The privately pregnant man of the black-hearted president

When Liao Yuhan's voice came, Ye Ziyang was squatting and talking to the housekeeper in front of the door.

"Well, when did the butler get so familiar with this little guy?"

"What do you mean by what you said just now?" Ye Ziyang stood up from the ground, with doubtful and sharp eyes shining through his hair.

"Eh... well," Liao Yuhan folded his hands politely in front of his abdomen, raising his brows deliberately with a hesitant look on his face, "It's better to explain some things to you, the parts manufacturing company run by your father The company is a branch of the gun manufacturing factory. Because your father evaded too much tax, it has now been taken back, and you have unfortunately offended my lord, who is now the boss of the company. confiscated."

"Then what the hell do you mean by keeping me here like a prisoner?"

"NO, NO, NO," Liao Yuhan shook his head and waved his hands earnestly, "Little guy, don't think of yourself as being so great, you are not 'like', you are a prisoner. This fair society is actually not so fair, no matter Ming Dao and secretly Dao, you can’t ask for help now, the adults said that you will be a slave for the rest of your life, so that’s it.”

"Wait..." Ye Ziyang fixed his eyes on Liao Yuhan's neck, "Sir, there seems to be something dirty on your tie, which makes you look inappropriate."

"Really?" For Liao Yuhan, a doctor with extreme cleanliness, the word "dirty" seems to be harsher than anything else.However, when he rummaged through the tie, he found nothing foreign.

"Haha..." Ye Ziyang squatted on the ground laughing again with his stomach full, still that arrogant and reckless smile. "Miss, with your negative IQ, don't put on airs for me here!"

The butler at the side couldn't help but curled his lips into a snicker after hearing this.

Liao Yuhan took a deep breath, and then straightened his face, "Little guy, are you ready?"

"What do you mean by serving the bed?" Ye Ziyang quickly put away his smile and replaced it with a puzzled expression.

"That's what you mean."

"I'm sleeping in the same bed as that big guy and risking getting fucked?"

"Hehe, don't make it so obvious."

"Your sister," Ye Ziyang glanced over and snorted disdainfully, "I can't help but have the urge to laugh you to death again. Hey, let me tell you, isn't your camp dedicated to cultivating perverts?" Ye Ziyang asked in a good mood and interestingly.

"The time for nonsense is over." Liao Yuhan still had a steady smile, holding the key in his hand, and approached the door step by step, "How about it, will you go by yourself, or will I hug you?"

"Girl, you are disgusting."

"Hehe, let's be serious."

"I'm not going." Ye Ziyang got up and walked towards the bed.

By now, it should be like what this sissy said.Ye Ziyang turned his head and thought with a solemn expression.Believe it or not, the current situation has proved that everything in the past has disappeared like a dream, and the current self may really be a slave as he said.

Whenever I think of Su Yuntian, the pain in my mouth can't help coming.

It's really tough.

Once a terrible memory is left by someone, then there will be some fear in getting along with him in the future.

Even if he is very unconvinced, but thinking of his ferocious expression and unexpected strength will make his heart tremble.

"Little guy, let me tell you last with good intentions, stop making trouble, please choose." Liao Yuhan's eyes gradually showed sharpness.

"Do you have to force him like this?" The butler who had been silent all this time opened his mouth.

"Mr. Housekeeper, what's your name?" Liao Yuhan turned his head.

The housekeeper remained silent for a while, "Mu Qianfeng"

"This is the penultimate time I've heard you pronounce your own name."

Mu Qianfeng bowed his head and was silent again, "Yes."

"Shao Yinyang is angry, I'll go by myself." Ye Ziyang glanced at the butler, and said impatiently.

……

When Su Yuntian followed the pink man to the hall with anxiety, he was still sitting in front of the sofa, looking at the computer on the table.

As for the content, it is a photo of Qiaoer and Ye Ziyang.

Ye Ziyang, on the other hand, seemed to have almost forgotten about this woman.

"My lord, I brought the little guy here for you."

Su Yuntian turned his head and saw the two behind the sofa.

Ye Ziyang's eyes were very disdainful, but more of them were avoiding in his own direction.

Perhaps it was due to the three-day coma. Although the swelling around the mouth had subsided, the complexion was still pale on top of the original fairness, but the lips were surprisingly rosy. It was probably because of the color of the hair and the background of the skin. It looks like a boy from European and American countries.

However, these so-called first-sense aesthetics are only short-lived after all. After returning to the gods, it is still the anger accumulated when looking at the photos just now.

With the character of a soldier, it seems natural to have a fiery temper from time to time, so that two seconds after seeing the other party, Su Yuntian turned over and pulled Ye Ziyang's body away.

"Playing with married women and destroying other people's families, doesn't it make you very happy?!" Ye Ziyang almost got pulled up.

"It was true two years ago." Ye Ziyang panted and replied with a somewhat dissatisfied tone.

"What a pervert!" Ye Ziyang was thrown to the ground.

"It's really an unbelievable way to serve the bed. If it's enough, please send me, who is very happy now, back to the cage you carefully crafted." Ye Ziyang touched the painful cross. Bone, said with a smile.