How to raise the president

Fortunately, I didn't miss it.

An Ziyu was extremely grateful in his heart, and watched Fang Youyi, who was opposite him, order dishes seriously.

emmmmm... the mouth is beautiful, the nose is beautiful, and the eyes are even better, just like the deep night sky above the beach, with stars hidden and the sea reflected.

There is still one him.

After ordering, President Fang returned the menu to the waiter as if he was handing over the documents to his subordinates.

When the waiter passed by An Ziyu with the menu, An Ziyu clearly heard the waiter's sister relieved, and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Fang Youyi asked as he poured him a cup of tea and put it in front of him.

"My little sister is scared by you." An Ziyu supported his face, stretched out his hand to caress Fang Youyi's brow, and asked, "Why are you so serious when you look at things, and the more you frown, the tighter you are?"

The same is true when viewing files.

Fang Youyi gently put down the antique teapot, then looked up at him.

Those deep eyes became very sad, revealing a kind of deep, deep, long-lasting loneliness.An Ziyu only felt that his heart was pinched by something.

"What's wrong?" An Ziyu Mumu withdrew his hand and looked at him worriedly.

This was the first time he had known Fang Youyi for so long, and it was the first time he saw Fang Youyi showing such an expression, which made him... so distressed and sad.

Fang Youyi looked away, shook his head and said, "I'm going to the bathroom, you stay here obediently, don't run around." Then he got up to find the bathroom.

Looking at that Fang Youyi's back, An Ziyu unconsciously curled up his fingers, pursed his lips tightly and couldn't say anything, but he seemed to really want to say something.

Did you remember the past?

An Ziyu thought.

Suddenly, he realized that he didn't seem to know Fang Youyi at all, but Fang Youyi knew him very well, knew his past, and now, knew what he needed and didn't need.

Such a person is really wonderful.

God gave him such a good person, but didn't tell him how he should love such a good person.

He really wanted to know, to know everything about Fang Youyi.

To get to know him, to embrace him.

Filled with Fang Youyi's expression just now, An Ziyu was very anxious, he stood up abruptly and walked in the direction Fang Youyi walked just now.

Walking too anxiously, I accidentally bumped into someone.

An Ziyu was distracted, and kept apologizing. When he raised his head and looked at the person in front of him, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

Wearing a black coat and a peaked cap on a hot day, his eyes are ruthless, with a cold anger and a sense of alienation on his face.

He looked at the somewhat familiar coat, and remembered that the person in front of him was the middle-aged man sitting next to him in the subway.

An Ziyu unconsciously stared at the expressionless face of the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man glanced at him, snorted coldly, and walked past him into the restaurant.

An Ziyu felt uncomfortable.

It's not that he's upset or disgusted, it's just that the middle-aged man makes him feel uncomfortable and weird.

But I can't tell what's wrong.

It's weird anyway.

An Ziyu unconsciously turned his head to look at the middle-aged man again, but the man had disappeared, so he turned his head and pondered for a moment, forgetting about that strange middle-aged man, and went to find Fang Youyi.

Before he took a few steps, a terrified scream pierced his eardrums.

Just as An Ziyu wanted to turn his head, he was knocked away from the edge of the table. After that, many screaming people swarmed past him, pushing people to the corner of the table.

An Ziyu propped his elbows on the table, and the corner of his stomach hit the corner of the table, his face contorted due to the discomfort, and he could barely stand up until the flow of people died down.

Pain came from the corner of his belly, An Ziyu gasped, and stood up slowly, holding his belly corner, waiting for the pain to go away.

When he looked up, An Ziyu's pupils suddenly shrank, and his breathing also stopped.

Almost all the people in the restaurant ran away, only a few injured people were left hanging on the ground like dying animals.

And under the chandelier in the center of the restaurant, the strange middle-aged man who just bumped into him was holding a gleaming silver knife in his hand, and was resting on a girl's neck.

And that girl, An Ziyu couldn't be more familiar with it.

"Tan Xi." An Ziyu looked at the scene in front of him and said with horror.