Hei Si Yu's heavy ups and downs, heavy, and his whole face was in a rage, so beautiful and terrifying, it made people panic.

"Get out!" He roared and waved his hand. All the instruments slammed to the ground.

It was a mess, and the doctors were terrified and didn't know whether to leave the stuff alone or get out of here.

Yun Fengyun walked in in with a panic and composure, "Get out quickly, all go out, all move out." ”

The doctors hurriedly ran out first, and the staff hurriedly carried their things, not daring to stop for a moment.

In the shortest possible time, all of them are cleared.

Su Yile's eyes trembled and relaxed, and then, he was fixed there.

The secretary outside heard a loud noise, and then looked at the group of doctors in confusion and rushed out, as if he was still exhaling and wiping his sweat.

Under the guidance of the special assistant of Fengyun, they all walked in the direction of the elevator.

They couldn't see the situation in the president's office, and the door was closed by Yun Tezhu, and they all left the front of the president's office.

"What's going on?" Xiao Yi asked suspiciously.

Then, all the way, carrying instruments that seemed to be broken, all rushed out.

"The president is angry, and Eli is still inside." Ke Qiaolan said that she is not worried about this, and it will be okay at any time.

Xia Yujia was thinking, in the end, who was sick?

In the office, Hei Siyu slowly calmed himself down, and the shock cracked, but he couldn't stop it all.

His eyes were still red, and he looked at his woman, panting.

Su Yile trembled and began to soften, with guilt in his eyes.

Hei Siyu was still clasping her jaw, his hands were still trembling, and he looked carefully again, whether he was biting a little red.

Su Yile blinked slightly, blinking a little wetness from the corner of his eyes, "Husband, it's okay." In her words, there was still guilt and a hidden heart.

Kuros Miyu's expressions and movements still didn't change anything.

The heaving of his chest, still so violent, as he glared at his woman, his eyes full of heavy things.

Su Yile bit his lower lip and stretched out his hand.

"Don't touch me!" Kurosi yelled, pushing her away a little, "Just want you to do a check!" Just wanted to make sure you're in good health! You ......"

He yelled at her, panting, "Bite your tongue? Biting your tongue? Why don't you just bite me to death? Well? Why don't you just let me die? ”

Su Yile trembled and shook his head hurriedly, "Black...... Kuros Mi, I'm ...... I'm not ......."

"It wasn't meant to be!" He roared, shouting out her words, "You only have intentions!" It's going to hurt me! Make me worse than death! ”

He yelled, let go of her, stepped back, and stood up.

His fists clenched, as if they were embedded in the flesh, and all his bones protruded.

Su Yile was thrown away by him like this and fell on the sofa.

Watching him stand like that, gasping for breath.

Su Yile shed tears and got up to sit there, she stroked her stomach and took a deep breath.

"Hei Si Yu, my body is fine, it's really fine, you have to rest assured, Hei Si Yu." Su Yile said firmly and seriously.

Hei Siyu still stood stiffly, and his whole person sank into that shocking emotion with a violent tremor.

Su Yile bit his lip, stretched out his legs, got off the ground, stood behind him, and watched his vibrating back.

"Kuroji Imperial ......" she reached over to hug him.

(Battlefield Literature)