How to raise the president

Only then did An Ziyu feel relieved, nodded his head, let go of his hands, and shrank his body into Fang Youyi's arms.

He didn't say anything else, but carefully let Fang Youyi's breath wrap him, feeling Fang Youyi's strong heartbeat, greedily enjoying the feeling of being protected.

……

On the other side, Yan Cheng picked up the half-dead Su Ziqiang, and when he was about to leave, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

He tilted his head to look at Su Ziqiang whose face was blown apart, as if he had thought of something, he threw him to Fu Ming who had just finished cleaning up the venue, and then walked out of the interrogation room quickly.

"What do you mean! Are you embarrassed? Ah?" Fu Ming put others on his back, cursing at Yan Cheng, "I'm so weak, why are you so embarrassed? Ah?"

Yan Cheng ignored Fu Ming, walked to the computer without saying a word, skillfully called up the monitoring just now, then decisively pressed delete, and clicked the mouse to confirm the deletion.

Soon, from the moment An Ziyu and Fang Youyi entered the interrogation room, the 0 clips including Fang Youyi's beating were completely deleted.

The interrogation room was also very clean and tidy, as if no one had been there.

Yan Cheng walked over to support Su Ziqiang back, and said to Fu Ming who was still there in a daze, "Let's go."

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At this time, the police station was off work, and there were not many people in the station, except for the police officers on duty outside.

Jiang Fei led Fang Youyi to his office, and after he settled the person, he hurriedly went to the car to take out the medicine, and then hurried back...

After delivering the medicine to his team leader, Deputy Director Jiang looked at the team leader and the boss hugging each other in front of him, and suddenly felt that he was so bright, even brighter than the incandescent lamp on the ceiling.

Deputy Director Jiang expressed that he was tired of kindness, sighed and turned around consciously to go out.

"Let me down," An Ziyu said gently, "I'm not that weak."

Only then did Fang Youyi carefully put him on the sofa, glanced at the blood-stained bandage, and said in a hoarse voice, "Does it hurt?"

An Ziyu smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

If it weren't for that face that was as white as a piece of paper, Fang Youyi would have almost believed his nonsense.

"You..." Fang Youyi glanced at An Ziyu, sighed out of his nose, and carefully reached out to untie the bandage.

The touch of others made An Ziyu shiver instinctively, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Youyi's slightly red eyes above him.

As if I just cried.

An Ziyu's heart trembled. He really wanted to say something, but Fang Youyi kept looking into his eyes, and suddenly he couldn't say anything.

"He said it didn't hurt." Fang Youyi said.

It really doesn't hurt very much, but it's a little itchy when someone suddenly touches the neck.

But An Ziyu didn't say it out, because he hadn't felt such tenderness and delicacy for too long.

Since his adoptive parents left, he has been accompanied by loneliness and suffering all day long, and he has never enjoyed it like this.

So he wanted to, and greedy again.

After applying the good medicine, changing the bandage and finishing everything, Fang Youyi finally let go of his tightly knit brows, and moved his lips: "I'm sorry, I didn't... protect you well." As he spoke, he lowered his head in self-blame .

"I have protected myself well." An Ziyu raised his eyes to meet Fang Youyi's eyes, reached out to grab his broad palm, and held it in his own, "I've been waiting for you to protect me too."

An Ziyu spoke very lightly and calmly, but it made Fang Youyi's chest warm like winter sun.

He curled up his fingers slightly, raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him who had been searching for and waiting for 16 years, his hazel eyes were as soft as light feathers.

As beautiful as his mother's eyes, but softer and brighter than his mother's eyes, and there is a him inside.

There is only one him.

Fang Youyi really liked it to the bottom of his heart.

"An Ziyu, why are you so nice?" Fang Youyi plunged into An Ziyu's arms, rubbed his neck, bit his collarbone and the neck that was not wrapped in bandages, and said, "Why are you so annoying?" People like it?"

An Ziyu was itching to giggle, and when he smiled, he was pushed down on the sofa by Fang Youyi. The smile stopped, but there was still a smile in his eyes, as well as indescribable love.

"Because it's you." An Ziyu looked at Fang Youyi, and Fang Youyi also looked at him.

After a while, An Ziyu raised his head and kissed Fang Youyi's lips lightly.

The moment his lips parted, An Ziyu said: "I will work hard to be better, and you have to like me even more."

"Okay." Fang Youyi said softly, pressing his forehead.