How to raise the president

The sudden feeling made the person sitting above tremble, his eyes became hot, and his eyes were blurred by tears. He bit the back of his hand and dared not scream, so he could only push the person below him weakly.

But I didn't expect that the more I pushed, the more fierce the people below were, and I felt like I wanted to eat him.

You agreed not to be fierce again, why...why are you still so fierce?

An Ziyu was about to cry.

But there's no other way, I can only let Fang Youyi go, and I can only bear it.

Fang Youyi didn't let him go until his body turned red and swollen.

Fang Youyi licked his dick, then his mouth, pulled up the hospital gown, hugged him away, got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

The bathroom closed with a bang, and An Ziyu sat on the bed blankly, his face was so red that it couldn't be redder, as if it was about to bleed.

An itchy and painful feeling came from his chest, recalling the moment of madness just now, although it only quenched his thirst, it was enough to make him ashamed enough to want to find a crack in the ground.

He looked up at the door of the bathroom. The sound of running water from the faucet came from inside the door, mixed with a few insignificant and hoarse voices.

An Ziyu tightened his neckline, pursed his lips, stood up on the bed, walked to the bathroom door, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

After waiting for a while at the bathroom door, the door handle opened with a click, and An Ziyu's chest thumped. When he looked up, Fang Youyi looked at him impatiently.

——(Buddha said: Don’t tell me if you see through.)

After Jiang Fei was discharged from the hospital, she still had large and small bags of medicines in her hand, such as trauma, internal medicine, a lot of them, it was scary to look at them.

When he returned to the door of the ward, he saw Yan Cheng and Fu Ming staring blankly at a certain place on the floor, as if they were thinking about something serious.

"What?" Jiang Fei stepped forward, stuck between the two, and gave each of them a look, "So serious?"

Yan Cheng came back to his senses, raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Fei: "How should I give the dowry?"

Jiang Fei rolled his eyes at him: "Have you ever held a woman's hand, and still want a dowry?"

Fu Ming had an inscrutable expression on his face, and he was still pinching his chin: "How much is the red envelope? How much is the gift money? Tell me, is the captain nine yuan and nine free shipping, or nine cents and nine free shipping?"

Jiang Fei: "?"

So it turns out that their team leader is so cheap, at most nine yuan, and the one with free shipping?Ah no, what the hell is going on?Captain is getting married?Marry that frail college student in there?

Before Jiang Fei had time to ask what was going on, the door opened with a "click".

Fang Youyi led An Ziyu out, and when he walked, his eyes felt like they wanted to be together.

An Ziyu had already changed into the clothes Shang Youyi had prepared long ago, his cheeks were flushed, and he was still smiling slightly.

The moment he saw them holding hands, Deputy Director Jiang suddenly realized.

It turned out that the captain of their family was really going to marry.

Deputy Director Jiang touched his pocket unconsciously. It was okay, okay, enough money for the gang.

Fang Youyi and An Ziyu had no idea what they were planning. Seeing Jiang Fei and the other three had very strange expressions, they looked at each other for some unknown reason.

Fang Youyi shrugged, saying he didn't know.

An Ziyu greeted them politely despite his doubts.

"I'm causing you trouble." An Ziyu said very politely.

Jiang Fei waved his hand: "No trouble, this is what we should do." After all, he is in charge.

Yan Cheng crossed his arms and said, "Recover well."

An Ziyu nodded, then turned his head to look at Fang Youyi, the hand holding Fang Youyi's hand tightened unconsciously.

Fu Ming was still pinching his chin, and said solemnly: "It's still ninety-nine cents without free shipping, and the postage is ten cents."

An Ziyu: "?"

Jiang Fei and Yan Cheng slapped Fu Ming across the head.

"What are you doing!" Fu Ming scratched his head and exploded, "Why do you keep beating me? Look at them!"

An Ziyu, who was watching a play, was suddenly called by his name. He was a little at a loss for a while, and finally smiled embarrassedly: "You... have such a good relationship."

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

So everyone ignored classmate Xiao Ming.

"Jiang Fei," Fang Youyi said calmly, "I went to your police station to record a statement."

It was said to be "recording a statement", but when it came out of President Fang's mouth, it didn't seem like he was going to record a statement at all.

Jiang Fei and Yan Cheng, who had long been used to it, gave a standard salute: "Yes, Captain."