How to raise the president

There are 7 minutes left for the lecture to start.

Fang Youyi returned to the waiting room. Before he could sit down, a man wearing silver-rimmed glasses knocked on the door and came in.

"President," Qiao Siguang handed over the kraft paper portfolio in his hand, and said, "This is from the old director."

Fang Youyi turned around, reached out to take the file bag, looked at the file bag in his hand for a while, but didn't open it for a long time.

Finally, he put down the file bag and let out a deep breath.

Qiao Siguang didn't understand, so he asked, "What's wrong, President?"

"Let's watch after the lecture." Fang Youyi turned around, turned his back to Qiao Siguang and said, "You go out first."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Siguang turned around and walked out of the waiting room.

Time passed by, and it was a bit painful to sit still, so Fang Youyi took out a cigarette and lit it.

He raised his head, exhaled a puff of smoke, and recalled that pair of light brown eyes just now, really similar to that person.

He took another drag on his cigarette, put it out, and walked out of the waiting room.

The backstage was preparing some materials and checking whether the sound was normal. Fang Youyi stood aside and tried to concentrate on watching the PPT, but it was of no use.

Less than 2 minutes before the start of the lecture, the school leaders came to the stage and gave the opening speech.

Fang Youyi looked at the audience, even the aisle was full of people, but in the corner, there was one seat that was empty, and only that seat was empty.

He couldn't help wondering, the hazel eyes flashed through his mind, and the portfolio in the waiting room made him uneasy.

Without knowing it, he turned around and walked to the waiting room.

After locking the door of the waiting room, when Fang Youyi opened the portfolio, the first thing he saw was the conspicuous one-inch red-headed photo on the front page.

His breathing stopped suddenly, and he felt that someone had punched him hard in the chest.

His fingertips trembled across the photo, and the cold touch hit his whole body.

The boy in the photo is still so clean and soft, with a hint of a smile in his light brown eyes.

All the strength in his body seemed to be emptied in an instant. Fang Youyi couldn't even hold the file bag steadily. His breathing was a little heavy, his eyes were red, and he stared at the boy in the photo.

The boy's gentle silhouette overlapped seamlessly with the lifeless face in the bathroom just now.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the lines of black writing on the header:

Mr. Fang, I only recently learned that Ziyu's adoptive parents died in a car accident. With his temperament, he would choose to continue to be with his adoptive parents in another way.

So, please find him quickly!

Signed by the director of the Angel Orphanage.

Fang Youyi's breath stopped, and he suddenly remembered that he said to that person just now: "If you want to die, choose a simpler way."

"How come..." Fang Youyi said tremblingly, feeling extremely regretful for a moment.

He turned around like crazy and went to open the door. Several school leaders surrounded the door, chattering non-stop.

"Mr. Fang, the lecture has begun."

As if Fang Youyi hadn't heard of it, he pushed aside the layers of school leaders, found the young man with silver-rimmed glasses, and showed him the piece of paper in his hand tremblingly.

Qiao Siguang nodded, and Fang Youyibing split up to find people in two ways, directly forgetting about the lecture and the school leaders.

Fang Youyi quickly ran back to the bathroom just now, searching from cubicle to cubicle, but found nothing.

He took a step forward and stood in front of the washbasin like An Ziyu, looking at the bloodstains on the broken mirror, remorse and powerlessness rushed into his heart.

Fang Youyi punched the mirror violently, and a few pieces fell into the water in the pool.

He stared dumbly at the water in the pool that had been stained red by blood not long ago, and reached out his hand to open the movable water plug in a mysterious way, staring intently at the water and eagerly draining it down.

The thunder outside was louder than before, and the rain was louder than before.

Fang Youyi seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly felt cold all over. He rushed out of the bathroom like crazy, and ran to the top floor at the fastest speed in the past.

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A flash of lightning flashed, thunder followed, and heavy rain poured down.

An Ziyu was sitting on the low wall beside the roof of the auditorium, with black-rimmed glasses in his chest pocket, the rain was beating mercilessly on his body, and his soaked white shirt looked like a knocked-off wing.

His eyes were empty, looking at the fleeting lightning in the sky, his hazel eyes were dead silent, and all he could recall in his mind was the rainy night when his adoptive parents abandoned him.

Just like this rainy night tonight.

He kept asking in his heart: Why did you abandon me?

Ask again: Why didn't I die?

But never said it out.

He opened his arms and looked ahead, a purple lightning fell on a tall building several miles away.

He leaned forward, no fear in his eyes.

The powerful hand reached out again, wrapped around his waist, and pulled him off the low wall.

The two rolled on the ground together, twisting into a ball.

An Ziyu was pressing on Fang Youyi, screaming like a restless child, struggling, but he couldn't break free no matter what.

Fang Youyi wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, pressed his wet lips against his ears, and called his name softly one after another.

"Let me go!" An Ziyu desperately shook the hands of the person behind him, his waist was scratched with red marks but he never let go, instead he hugged him even tighter.

Fang Youyi frowned, bit An Ziyu's ear lightly, and said distressedly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those things to you..."

An Ziyu paused for a while, staring blankly at the dark sky, and said vaguely, "Why did you leave me behind, why wasn't I the one who died..." As soon as he finished speaking, he began to struggle again.

Fang Youyi's eyes were deeper than the sky at this time, he gritted his teeth, and turned around, holding An Ziyu tightly, grabbing his wrists with both hands, and pressing him under him.

A few muffled thunders rang out, and the sound of rain continued in their ears. They stood up and down in the rain, facing each other.

Looking at that lifeless face, Fang Youyi had never felt so regretful, nor had he wanted to cry as much as he did now.

"I'm sorry..." Fang Youyi lowered his head against his forehead, "I will not abandon you, let alone let you die."

An Ziyu struggled desperately, and irrationally asked "Why did you leave me behind", but what he answered was a deep and burning kiss, which was the only warmth in this cold rainy night.

A few flashes of lightning flashed across the night sky, thunder rolled, and heavy rain poured down again, covering up all the sounds, as if to bury everything in the past.

Fang Youyi frowned tightly, biting his lips eagerly and domineeringly, his long tongue intruding into his mouth, not allowing him to resist at all.

"Get out...Woo!" Just as An Ziyu turned his head away, he finally had a gap for breathing. Before he could catch his breath, his hot lips were tightly sealed again.

Fang Youyi held his face in his hands and pried open his lips and teeth again.

The domineering and long kiss condensed all the thoughts of the past 16 years. The rationality that had been sealed for 16 years broke out at this moment. What he dared not do 16 years ago was completely done today.

The adrenaline in his body rose, and An Ziyu felt his whole body gradually warming up, but his mind went blank, and he felt dizzy, and he couldn't even tell where he was at the moment.

He wanted to raise his hand to push away the hooligan on his body, but his whole body softened in spite of himself, and even the breathing rhythm gradually became consistent with the hooligan who was pressing him down.

Tears were also kept down very disappointingly, and the little reason left made him feel that everything in front of him was very absurd, even shameful.

It's fine that he was kissed forcibly, the person who kissed him was still a man, it was hard to accept for a while.

But at that moment, a strange idea popped up in his mind: maybe there is someone who won't leave him.

So does it mean that he can trust the person in front of him like he trusts his adoptive parents?

When Qiao Siguang reached the stairs on the top floor, Fang Youyi happened to carry An Ziyu downstairs.

Assistant Qiao couldn't believe that the drowned chicken in front of him was the president of his family, and there was a shaking person in his arms.

It looks like it should be the boy in the photo.

However, Assistant Qiao still couldn't connect the clean and gentle boy in the photo with the drenched and embarrassed person in front of him.

"Si Guang," Fang Youyi raised his head, his eyes were deep, and the raindrops dripped from his hair, he said, "Book the nearest hotel and prepare two sets..."

Before he finished speaking, An Ziyu reached out and tugged at Fang Youyi's suit. He lowered his head and listened carefully to what the person in his arms said.

"I want to go home..." After finishing the words, An Ziyu's eyes dimmed again.

"Okay." Fang Youyi responded, raised his head and said to Qiao Siguang, "Prepare the car and go to Mingxiu Community."

"Yes, President." Qiao Siguang just turned around, turned around again, and asked, "Where's the lecture?"

"We'll talk when we have time." Fang Youyi hugged the person in his arms tightly, and strode towards the elevator entrance.

The thunder stopped and the rain became lighter.

When Fang Youyi got into the car with An Ziyu in his arms, An Ziyu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly went crazy, crying and clamoring to get out of the car.

In the end, she calmed down under the comfort of Fang Youyi's warm voice, and fell asleep in his arms.

Looking at the frowning man in his arms, Fang Youyi couldn't tell what it was like. It was really hard for him to confuse the laughing child 16 years ago with the extremely unstable person in his arms.

It's really difficult to deal with, but Fang Youyi is as experienced as he is, and he knows how to deal with it.

He raised his head to look at the cab, and said in a deep voice, "Si Guang, make an appointment with a psychologist tomorrow morning."

"Yes." Qiao Siguang responded.