How to raise the president

When Fang Youyi looked at him like this, An Ziyu felt like a clam that had been torn open, everything inside was seen through.

He lowered his head, swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva nervously, and the hand holding the phone was sweating.

In fact, he also knows without saying that the CEO is so rich, is there any need for him to do anything unnecessary?But he just wanted to give Fang Youyi everything he had.

An Ziyu gritted his teeth, raised his head and looked at Fang Youyi firmly, and said in a weak voice, "Yes, I will raise you! I, I will take care of you, you, you are mine! I don't allow you to be a star, no You are good to others, you are mine!"

He decided to tell Fang Youyi what he wanted, and he couldn't just give up halfway. Even if Gu Yufei was shining brightly, even if Fang Youyi didn't want him, he still had to tell him.

Fang Youyi stared blankly for a long time with his eyes wide open, and then burst out laughing after he realized it. He was very happy, but also a little helpless.

He put down the work in his hands, pushed him down on the sofa again, raised his eyebrows and said, "But I'm very expensive, I'm afraid you can't afford it."

"I, I will use all the money to support you." Seeing that Fang Youyi remained unmoved, An Ziyu couldn't restrain his anxiety. Although he lacked confidence, he looked very serious, "I will make good money to support you, and then the money I will hand it over to you. I am very dedicated, and I will not let you be wronged."

Fang Youyi smiled from ear to ear, his eyes were extremely gentle, he thought that it was fine to be cute when he was a child, but he is still so cute when he grows up, it really...provokes people to commit crimes.

Fang Youyi looked at An Ziyu and raised his eyebrows, pouting his lips, the hint couldn't be more obvious.

An Ziyu pursed his lips and tilted his head, blushing unreasonably.

"I don't want to," Fang Youyi pretended to get up, and smiled badly, "There will be a dinner later." Fang Youyi sat up, glanced at An Ziyu and pretended to check his watch, " A lot of celebrities are waiting for me, so I'm leaving first."

Well, many stars?

"Don't, don't!"

An Ziyu was so anxious that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Seeing that Fang Youyi got up to leave, he hurriedly pulled him back, wrapped his hands around his waist tightly, and thrust his head into his arms, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"I, I know that I am very hated, very, very annoying, I, I know that I am inferior and dull. Sometimes I even want to die at every turn, which always makes you worry. But, but in When I am close to death, at that moment, I know my own mind. I will change the bad ones, and I will also change the things that make you unhappy. I, I will work hard to become a person worthy of you. "An Ziyu's voice trembled a little, "So, don't go, I like you, I like you very much, I like you very much, please don't leave, don't, don't..." The last word sounded almost from his nose, with no Crying voice.

Fang Youyi froze for a moment, looked down at his head against his chest, unable to tell what it was like.

He had heard many, many beautiful love words, many times better than An Ziyu's, but not as sincere as An Ziyu, let alone as profound.

As if using the kind of determination and tone that promised a lifetime, the words were clearly pronounced very thinly and lightly, but they sounded very heavy.

Not for fun, but for seriousness.

Fang Youyi was very distressed, his heart ached to death, he raised his hand and gently placed An Ziyu on the back, and kissed the top of the hair of the man in his arms pitifully.

I said sorry countless times in my heart, and asked the same question countless times in my heart: Are you afraid that I will leave?

He thought so, and said so.

An Ziyu's body was still trembling, he nodded lightly and said, "I'm very scared... I will earn money and support you. You stay by my side and accompany me, okay?"

The departure of his adoptive parents hurt him too much. He didn't want the person he liked to leave him, not at all.

"Call me." Fang Youyi caressed An Ziyu's eyes, which were red from holding back tears, and pressed them against his forehead. Despite his mischief, his eyes and voice were as gentle as water, "If you call me right, I will stay."

An Ziyu rubbed Fang Youyi's chest, and said, "My lord."

Fang Youyi: "..."

"My wife." An Ziyu raised his head, blinking his eyes at the helpless Fang Youyi.

Fang Youyi slumped his shoulders and asked, "Are you serious?"