How to raise the president

It was raining patteringly, and the loose white shirt on his body was soaked, and it felt a little uncomfortable sticking to the skin, and he was also a little cold.

An Ziyu wore the black peaked cap that Gu Yufei gave him, and walked on the cement road that he and Fang Youyi walked together yesterday, looked up at the gray sky, and sighed softly, the rain hit his face a little cold, I didn't feel anything in my heart.

Before he knew it, he walked to the big rusty iron gate of the Angel Orphanage. Through the gap in the iron bars, An Ziyu saw the old headmaster sitting on the chair in front of the building, watching the rain with his cane.

He raised his hand and pushed open the big iron door, which opened with a "creak" and closed with a "click".

The old dean also turned his head when he heard the sound, and said with a kind smile, "I'm back."

An Ziyu nodded his head and said "Yes", then walked over and sat down next to the old dean.

"The clothes are all wet."

"No problem."

The two sat in silence, neither of them said anything.

After a while, the old dean got up with his cane and said, "I'll take you to change into clean clothes, it won't look good for a while."

Not good looking?Here are just him and the dean.

An Ziyu's body stopped suddenly, his heart hurt, and he followed without saying a word with his head down.

As soon as the front foot stepped on the steps and the rear foot was lifted, the big iron gate of the orphanage suddenly "clicked".

It was very loud, very angry, and could be heard clearly amidst the patter of rain. An Ziyu and the old dean followed the prestige and looked over.

In the confused rain, the tall and familiar figure stood inside the big iron gate.

An Ziyu's heart skipped a beat, he froze on the spot but didn't know what to do, but the old dean squinted his eyes and smiled meaningfully.

An Ziyu didn't know which tendon he had, he felt guilty when he saw people, as if he was running, so he turned his head and went up the stairs and said, "Grandpa, I'm going to change clothes!"

The old dean stroked the white beard on his chin, and laughed: "Run slowly, don't fall."

Fang Youyi ran to the old dean with a few strides on his long legs, the rain fell from his hair, and his face was more gloomy than the sky now.

"The medicine box." Fang Youyi said coldly.

"In the office." Leaning on crutches, the old dean opened his cloudy eyes as if looking at everything in front of him. He said flatly, "I also went to the office. The key is at the window. I accidentally locked the door when I went out."

When he was angry, Fang Youyi's eyes flashed with admiration. He glanced at the old dean who was leaning on crutches, then turned his head and went upstairs quickly.

The old dean stroked those white beards, looked at the gray sky, his cloudy eyes were covered with mist, and said sadly: "You learn from others."

An Ziyu's back was leaning against the office door, with his right hand on the doorknob behind him, he raised his eyes timidly to look at the cold and gloomy President Fang in front of him, and felt as if his whole body was on fire.

The scene was unbelievably tense, and no one said anything.

An Ziyu swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, and hid his hands behind his back. His heartbeat was unprecedentedly fast. This mixed feeling of fear, tension, anxiety, and even an unknown anger made his chest even more uncomfortable. Glanced to the side, thinking about running away quickly.

Fang Youyi saw all the expressions on his face and his movements, and tried his best to suppress the ups and downs of his chest, his anger, and all the bad emotions.

With a cold face, he took a step forward and carried An Ziyu on his shoulder without saying a word.

An Ziyu only felt his body turn over, and when he came back to his senses, his whole body was stuck on Fang Youyi's broad shoulders. He struggled restlessly for a few times, and suddenly heard a "pop" from behind.

It felt like the world stopped for an instant, and even the sound of rain outside could not be heard.

Then there was a slight numb feeling on his buttocks, An Ziyu was dumbfounded, his mouth was so open that he could stuff an egg into it: "You, you..."

Just, did Fang Youyi slap him on the ass just now? !

Shame!

No one has ever spanked him when he grows up, no, his adoptive parents are not willing to spank him!Not to mention spanking!

"Fang Youyi! You, you let me down!" An Ziyu felt really aggrieved. He only blamed the fact that he was so well-bred that he couldn't even utter a rough sentence. He could only beat Fang Youyi's back with both hands to vent his anger. Concerned about the wound on his left hand.

Fang Youyi also completely ignored his sarcasm, found the key from the window and opened the door of the office, and did not forget to close the door when entering the house.

An Ziyu was thrown onto the sofa cushion, and his peaked cap fell to the side.

Fang Youyi supported his head with one hand, and untied his tie with the other, his lips were pursed into a line, the raindrops dripped down the tip of his hair onto An Ziyu's face, those deep eyes seemed to be staring at prey They also stared at An Ziyu.

like a demon.

Very scary.