Beloved of Bossy President

Seeing Dr. Yang patting his chest to make sure, Beiming night was satisfied with a smile. The smile was as good-looking as opium poppy, but it was more vicious and terrible than opium poppy.

Yang Siyu just watched him go, until he left the room and the door was closed, she called out later: "northern night, you pervert! You come back, you have seed to come back! I'm not afraid of you, Beiming night. I'm not afraid of you at all! "

The shrill cry kept coming out in the ward, and it didn't go away for a long time under the curtain of night.

Beiming night has left the back of the medical room, walking on the road in the backyard.

Dongli hurried back, came to him, looked in the direction of the medical room, then ignored him, looked at him and said: "Sir, Minister Xun is here."

Beiming night's face did not change, but immediately turned to another corner of the backyard.

Dongli still looked back and saw the direction of the shrill scream. Then he followed his steps and said in a soft voice: "Sir, all those people have problems. The special government is completely out of our control. This Yang Siyu is the only living specimen. Do you really want to torture her to death?"

The night of the northern underworld did not return, but only hummed coldly: "this is my home and the girl's home."

Leaving this, he said no more and walked away.

Dongli is still a little confused. The home of Mr. and girl What the girl said is little lady naturally, but, here is his and little lady's home, everyone knows, but, what does this have to do with Yang Siyu's life and death?

After a while, he suddenly took a big hand and knocked it on his head. He realized in an instant.

I have said for a long time that Mr. Yang's means of doing things are not as fierce as they used to be. How could he let Dr. Yang do such bloody and cruel things? I'm afraid all this is just to scare Yang Siyu.

He really has no brain. He asked such a naive question. When he thought of the indifferent tone of his husband's words, his heart suddenly became hairy.

Recently, my husband is very different. The lighter the tone, the more unhappy he is sometimes. My husband must not be happy that such a stupid person is with him.

Yang Siyu was stupid for a while, but he couldn't be careless about minister Xun and that gentleman. If there was any problem in this matter, his death a hundred times was not enough to make up for it.

Seeing that Mr. Wang had stepped into the room in front of him, he immediately guarded nearby, commanding the security personnel of the imperial court to guard in every corner, vowing to keep this side tight and never let a fly in.

In the room, the man has been smoking, since he came here, until now, the cigarette in his hand has hardly broken.

Although the shoulder wound was bandaged, it was obvious that the wound split again after bandaging. Now not only the gauze inside was full of blood, but also the shirt outside was dyed red.

However, these are not the reasons for a man to smoke. He doesn't smoke, just because he is a little nervous.

Yes, at this moment, even before the collapse of Mount Tai in the past, muzichuan could not change his face. He was nervous.

He was still smoking when he came into the door on the night of the northern underworld. A little spark lit up his bleak face. How different was the face from the elegant and gentle young master of Mu family a few months ago?

Now he, only embarrassed, only messy, which is a little gentle and elegant? But even so, as long as the man sits there, the whole person still has an indescribable charm.

This kind of charm, even the northern night have to admit, really have charm.

"I'm not interested in men. If you want to be in heat, you'd better not look at me." Muzichuan didn't even raise his head. He was still breathing the smoke, and his expression was a little impatient.

Beiming night just smiles lightly. He grabs a chair to sit down and stares at the bloodstain on his shirt: "it's no doubt that he's interested in women. However, there's an old saying that you'd better keep it in mind. There's a knife on the head of the color character, and you'll die on it one day."

He had enough time and energy to withdraw from the film and Television City, but the reason why he delayed so long was not for the sake of women?

If beimingye doesn't already have a woman who doesn't want to die for her, instead of him in the past, he will certainly despise muzichuan's performance in the film and television city today.

But now, there is a feeling of cherishing heroes and valuing heroes, which is very strange.

Mu Zichuan took a look at him. After seeing the faint smile on his lips, he stopped smoking.

Now the northern night is a little Strange, give people a kind of unspeakable complex feeling, domineering still, gas field is still so strong, no matter in the past when the enemy, or now, muzichuan is very clear, this man is absolutely not what to deal with the role.

However, the past northern night not only makes people feel difficult to deal with, but also occasionally gives people an indescribable sense of oppression. Just a glance will make people feel an undeniable sense of terror in the heart.But now, he makes people feel relaxed.

Mu Zichuan snorted and threw away the cigarette butt between his fingers. He wanted to light another cigarette. However, he had smoked two boxes of cigarettes completely.

Staring at the northern night standing behind the door, the other side didn't show any initiative. It was really a little difficult for him to ask for a cigarette, which was no different from begging for food.

"It's not good for you to smoke too much." See his demand, North night but just light lost such a sentence, it seems really don't intend to solve the problem for him.

Muzichuan's two thick sword eyebrows suddenly twisted up. His eyes were a little fierce and ferocious. He hummed coldly: "give your body a shot, and then tear the wound. Remember not to take medicine after tearing it. I'd like to see if your president of Beiming university even wants to smoke marijuana."

Beiming night does not speak, just quietly looking at him.

It's not that he can't see that his face is as pale as paper. Even his two lips are turning white and cracked. Smoking just wants to paralyze his nerves. A big wound, even if it's still bleeding, can it not hurt?

This guy is really a tough guy. He's so embarrassed. At least he's sitting straight. Even his eyes are still sharp and penetrating. If someone else had changed, he would have fallen down and passed out by this time.

"I don't have a cigarette with me. Just a moment." Regardless of Mu Zichuan's identity, he most respected such a hero in the northern night.

I turned around and opened the door. I was about to go out to find someone to get some cigarettes. I didn't want to see the man in a hurry when I opened the doo