How to raise the president

"You are mine, not hers..."

A hoarse voice floated out of Fang Youyi's mouth, floated in the empty ward, and finally fell into the ears of the people below.

An Ziyu felt as if something hit his chest, and the dull pain gradually spread in his chest, and then, a drop of water dripped on his left cheek.

He stared blankly at the people above, his throat choked up for a moment.

Fang Youyi didn't have much expression on his face, but his eyes were full of injuries, and there were still tears in his eyes, dripping down his face along his long eyelashes.

I feel so sad, so distressed, I don't know what to say...

An Ziyu frowned, his heart was twisted into a piece.

No one would have thought that President Fang Da, who is famous in the entertainment circle and who speaks one word, is now in a terrible embarrassment in front of him. If he speaks out, it will really make his colleagues laugh out loud.

And it's all because of him.

An Ziyu felt very guilty.

Okay, whatever Su Yun said, it's been so long.

An Ziyu raised his hand to hold Fang Youyi's face, gently wiped away the tears on his face with his thumb, tilted his head up slightly, rubbed Fang Youyi's nose, put his hands around Fang Youyi's neck, and said softly Said: "Stop crying, I feel bad."

Seeing that Fang Youyi was in a daze, weeping in vain, and didn't move.

An Ziyu was a little worried, he patted Youyi's face twice, but he still didn't move.

Holding Fang Youyi's face in his hands, he saw his eyes were gray and without a gleam of light, like a walking corpse with three souls and seven souls gone.

This expression is exactly the same as the expression before fleeing in the restaurant. Could it be the memory of the past again?

God, what a painful memory this must be, how could it make people so stupid?

An Ziyu panicked. He didn't know what was going on with Fang Youyi, and he didn't know what to do. He called Fang Youyi's name a few times but didn't respond.

In the end, he didn't know what to do, and with a slap in the face, he closed his eyes and went to kiss Fang Youyi with all his might.

Like Fang Youyi kissing him, he hooked the tongue lying flat inside bit by bit, and then kept stirring.

He used almost all his energy and the skills he had accumulated recently, and he kept recalling in his mind the articles written by the great god in the comment area, and he followed them every word and every word.

The breath was mixed with the smell of disinfectant, and the cold air did not make their heartbeat and body temperature drop.

When the kiss reached the point of affection, I don't know when Fang Youyi responded to him, or when their breathing became the same, I only know that he really likes the man in front of him.

My eyes and mind are full of liking for the man in front of me, I want to express it but I don't know how to express it.

Probably, like it enough to let him kiss at will, like it enough to let him touch it at will, like it enough to allow him to invade and possess it at will.

At this moment, An Ziyu also really and clearly knew that he thought it was his.

Life is his, and death is his.

From head to toe, want to be his.

……

When they stopped, silver threads were pulled between each other's lips.

Fang Youyi blinked, rolled his eyes, and looked at those light brown pupils.

An Ziyu panted slightly, and said, "I am yours, only yours, everything is yours."

The three consecutive "is yours" made Fang Youyi stunned for a moment, a little at a loss, and even stopped breathing. He only looked at An Ziyu's eyes full of water, and said angrily: "Isn't it Su Yun?" .” As he spoke, he lowered his head and bit An Ziyu's lower lip.

"Yeah." An Ziyu laughed softly, rubbed Fang Youyi's lips with his thumb, and said softly, "I am."

An episode is finally over, and all the puzzles have been dispersed. While feeling comfortable in my heart, I also feel that the distance between each other is getting closer.

Watching Fang Youyi's frown gradually loosen, An Ziyu couldn't help rubbing Fang Youyi's face, and kissed him on the lips as if comforting: "Good boy, you're not sad, huh?"

Fang Youyi pursed his lips, didn't nod, didn't speak, and didn't look away from his face a bit, that look was as affectionate as it could be.

Seeing that An Ziyu blushed, he felt embarrassed.

But compared to the irrationality just now, the President in this state is much better now.

It's just that I was a little tired.

An Ziyu smiled softly at the Zoom President, rubbed his nose, and said coquettishly, "My wife, it hurts to be holding me down, can you get up?"