How to raise the president

In the past ten or twenty years, An Ziyu never thought that he would meet Fang Youyi, let alone that Fang Youyi would become an indispensable part of his life.

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The two people's mouths are like glue, and they can't be separated no matter what.

An Ziyu opened his lips and teeth, generously accepted Fang Youyi's wet and limp tongue, and let him hook his own tongue and suck it.

The thoughts of each other have been empty, sinking in the infinite love and tolerance, the heartbeat and body temperature are constantly rising.

When the kiss was so close that he couldn't breathe, Fang Youyi turned his head to nibble An Ziyu's neck, and reached into the loose hospital gown with his callused hand to caress wantonly.

A hoarse moan came from An Ziyu's throat, but he felt that the place touched by Fang Youyi's hand was as hot as a fire, his whole body was burning hot, and he felt like he had no strength, his body was very soft , could only lie in Fang Youyi's arms.

Fang Youyi bit off the first and second buttons of the hospital gown, and went to kiss An Ziyu's collarbone and chest.

The moist and hot kiss spread around the collarbone, carrying a deep and strong love, as if it was about to be carved into the bone.

An Ziyu felt that at this moment of embracing each other, he could really die of happiness.

Their breathing changed from forbearance at the beginning to raging, from raging to crazy, as if something was about to explode...

"team leader!"

There was the sound of the doorknob being unlocked, followed by a "click", followed by a very cheerful and loud "captain" in the ears of the two.

An Ziyu's whole body trembled, and he pushed away Fang Youyi who was above him like an electric shock, sat up and turned to button his button, his face was as red as a boiled shrimp.

Fang Youyi squinted his eyes slightly and looked at An Ziyu's back. A face of dissatisfaction with desire, as well as irritability and unhappiness were all squeezed into that face, and he rushed to his head full of anger, as if he was about to spray at the person who opened the door the next moment.

He didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but An Ziyu had already pushed him away, turned around to tidy up his clothes, and refused to continue flirting with him.

Fang Youyi also stood up reluctantly, turned his head, and looked at the person who opened the door with eyes that were about to breathe fire.

Classmate Xiao Ming smiled innocently, didn't feel the situation or atmosphere in the ward at all, just walked in carelessly with a thermos bottle in hand.

Yan Cheng and Jiang Fei originally followed Fu Ming, but their keen intuition made them feel that the atmosphere in the ward was not right, so they stood still.

When he saw that Fang Youyi's face was so ugly, he felt that his intuition was very correct, and it was rare to be so correct, so he wisely didn't go in, and automatically retreated to the door, stuck in the middle of the gate to act as the door god.

Looking at the innocent classmate Xiao Ming, Jiang Fei and Yan Cheng mourned for Xiao Ming again in their hearts.

An Ziyu turned his head to look at the person, and before he had time to ask the other person's name, Xiao Ming jumped over.

"Captain, boss, look!" Fu Ming raised the thermos, "I brought you porridge, made by Lao Jiang, it tastes very good, you know it too~ come and try it!"

Fang Youyi turned around, his face was cold and heavy, and the air pressure around his body dropped directly to negative.

He looked at Fu Ming, with sparks in his eyes, thinking that Fu Ming, this stinky boy, really taught for nothing.

Fu Ming didn't seem to be aware of the atmosphere at this time, and served the porridge very professionally, and served it in front of An Ziyu politely.

"The head of the family, please have a meal!" Fu Ming smiled and bowed to An Ziyu.

An Ziyu was taken aback by this posture, his hand shaking to catch the bowl, almost missed the bowl of porridge.

He looked at Fu Ming suspiciously, and unconsciously tightened his hand holding the porridge, and his heart was suddenly on guard against strangers.

I just feel that the porridge in my hand is very hot and heavy, as if I can’t drink it, or I don’t drink it.

"Oh hey, I forgot to introduce you," Fu Ming said with a smile, pointing at himself, "My name is Fu Ming, master's Fu Ming, tomorrow's Ming, very happy to meet the master!"

An Ziyu frowned, shrunk his shoulders slightly, and looked at Fang Youyi with some helplessness.

Fang Youyi also looked down at him and smiled, "It's okay."

Before An Ziyu could nod his head, a deafening sound of "Lying II" pierced through the eardrums of everyone present.

"Fuck II! Fuck II! Fuck II! Captain! How can you smile so softly?!! It's unscientific! It's unscientific for the boss!!" Fu Ming pointed at Fang Youyi with an expression like It's like eating shit.

An Ziyu looked puzzled.

My wife smiled softly, isn't this normal?

Fang Youyi rubbed his ears, and stared at Fu Ming coldly, his eyes looked like he wanted to kill someone.

Jiang Fei: "I just wanted to say that he finally knows how to save his life."

Yan Cheng: "Fake."

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