How to raise the president

Chapter 11

The next morning, the sky was gray and it looked like it was going to rain.

An Ziyu woke up early and stared blankly at the gray sky outside the window. When he couldn't help but recall the scene of last night in his mind, his heart would beat fast and his face would turn red unconsciously.

He pursed his lips, turned over, saw that the seat next to him was empty, and stayed for a few seconds before remembering that Fang Youyi went to sleep in the guest room last night, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

He sat up and was about to get out of bed when the screen of his mobile phone on the bedside desk turned on, and the lock screen showed that a sum of money on WeChat had arrived.

An Ziyu blinked a few times in disbelief, and when he picked up his phone and opened his WeChat wallet to check the details, he had the illusion that "my treasury is full".

It was the manuscript fee for helping someone write the manuscript last month.

An Ziyu lowered his eyes slightly, and his whole body returned to a dejected look. His chest was aching, and he even wanted to cry.

He remembered that shortly after his adoptive parents left, he felt unbearably miserable, unable to cry, and unable to sleep well. At that time, he felt that he was almost mentally ill.

Fa Xiao looked down on him like that, so he suggested that he write manuscripts for others, do tutoring or something, divert his attention, and earn some extra money.

He did as he did, but it was a temporary solution, not the root cause. When he saw familiar things, he still remembered the little things he had with his adoptive parents. When he recovered, he felt even more uncomfortable.

The situation became more and more serious, and he even had hallucinations and saw the figures of his adoptive parents. However, another voice in his heart told him that his adoptive parents were dead, and they died completely.

Another voice added that they were there all the time.

The collision of the two voices caused him a lot of headache and pain. When he couldn't stand it, he would self-mutilate or even commit suicide.

But he didn't die, and fortunately he didn't, otherwise he wouldn't have met that person.

Can't meet the person who loves him and treats him well.

An Ziyu smiled slightly, warm tears slipped from the corners of his curved mouth.

As soon as he thinks that there are still people in this world who are willing to love him and give him warmth, he doesn't want to continue to nest in the cold inner world. He wants to love everyone around him as he loved his adoptive parents before.

He transferred the small amount of money to the bank card, took out a small brown book from the desk drawer, and opened it to read.

What is recorded in it is the money he earned during the winter and summer vacations, from the first year of freshman to the winter vacation of his junior year.

He remembered that when he handed over the first pot of gold in his life to his adoptive mother, the adoptive mother accepted it in surprise. At that time, he was still very proud that he could also support a corner of the family.

The next day, his adoptive mother handed him a bank card, saying that the money he earned was deposited in it. At that time, his mood was very complicated, his nose was sore, and he felt that he was useless.

"You are the pride of me and Lao An, you have always been." The adoptive mother held his hand, touched his face, and said jokingly, "I will leave it to my daughter-in-law for safekeeping~"

How can there be any daughter-in-law.

An Ziyu's nose was sore, and he cried while laughing, tears dripping down on the ledger, he took out a piece of paper to wipe away his tears, and continued to look at the ledger.

Except for the spent ones, it's okay for An Ziyu personally if they are scattered together.

But now he wants to raise someone.

The one she raised was a president who would act like a baby, a president who spent money like water.

He felt that as a responsible man, he had to take full responsibility for what he did to others, and felt that if he said he liked him, he had to give him an explanation...but in the end it was the same meaning: he wanted to give money to Fang Youhua.

So... is it a nurturing?To support a president, a president who spends a lot of money.

Glancing at the old mechanical watch lying quietly by his hand, and then at the total amount in the notebook, An Ziyu bit the tip of his pen in great distress.

Water and electricity bills, living expenses, maintenance expenses... It's too difficult to be in charge!This little money is far from enough to support a president!

An Ziyu almost wanted to cry but had no tears.

Although the CEO doesn't seem to need to be taken care of, even though Qiao Siguang also said that it is enough to eat and sleep.

But at any rate, he is the president of an entertainment company, so he can't neglect people. Secondly, if he catches a lot of good-looking people around the president, he can still earn Grandpa Mao's stars one after another.

He's under a lot of competitive pressure... In short, he doesn't want President Fang to dislike him for being poor and run away with others.

So I can only use the simplest and rude way to trap people, if I don't have enough money, I will owe it first, at most, IOUs.

There is no need to think about the house. The adoptive parents wrote very clearly in the will that this house only belongs to him, An Ziyu.

He also said that he would guard this house until his death, because this is his destination, his salvation, and most importantly, there are his adoptive parents here, and now there is Fang Youyi.

In any case he will not leave the house.

An Ziyu looked at himself in the mirror and thought this way. After washing up, he went downstairs to find Fang Xiaojiao's wife whom he wanted to raise. Oh no, it was President Fang.

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Fang Youyi was already fully dressed, sitting on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor with a serious face, holding the phone with one hand, flipping through the blue folder with the other, and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Really... handsome and abstinent.

An Ziyu, who was standing in the stairwell, stared blankly.

He had just finished going down the last staircase when Fang Youyi saw him, hung up the phone, put down the folder, turned his head, and called out "Zi Yu" with a smile.

An Ziyu was stunned for a moment, the base of his ears became hot quickly, and his left wrist, which was wearing the watch, moved slightly.

He walked up to Fang Youyi, stood blankly with his phone in his hand, and immediately looked away from Youyi's eyes above him.

Fang Youyi supported his head, looking at the coy An Ziyu, who came to his door early in the morning, feeling very itchy.

Want to bully well.

President Fang Da is an honest person. Based on the principle of following his heart, he directly stretched out his hand and pulled him over, then turned around perfectly, pressed him on the sofa, looked at those light brown eyes, and smiled affectionately and sinisterly. with.

"Mr. An, do you need any service?" Fang Youyi asked.

An Ziyu glanced away, his heart beating like Gatling's. He timidly took out his phone and clicked on the page of adding friends to show him: "I want to add you on WeChat."

Seeing Fang Youyi's unpredictable face, An Ziyu swallowed silently, and it took Fang Youyi a while before he said, "Give me a kiss."

"Ok?"

Before he could react, Fang Youyi lowered his head, bit the tip of his ear lightly, then bit the lobe of his ear again, said a series of numbers beside his ear with an explanation, then raised his head and looked at the He smiled deeply, like a fox.

An Ziyu's face turned red, he hesitated and couldn't say a complete sentence, he hurriedly shifted his gaze to the phone, tapped the keypad of the phone at a loss, typed out the string of numbers, and sneaked glances at President Fang from time to time glance.

An Ziyu put down his phone and said, "Yes, it's fine." As he spoke, he raised his head to look into Fang Youyi's eyes, and before he knew it, he sank into them bit by bit.

Before the lips touched, the doorbell rang with a "ding dong".

An Ziyu pushed Fang Youyi away as if he had been electrocuted, sat up while putting aside his blushing face, covered his mouth and said, "Go, go and open the door."

President Fang Da sat up unwillingly, with a displeased expression on his face, and after irritably scratching his hair, he got up and went to open the door.

Looking at Qiao Siguang who was carrying a big bag and a small bag of breakfast, Fang Youyi really wanted to slam the door in his face and go back to his business.

But noticing that Assistant Qiao's expression was very exciting, Fang Youyi couldn't help gloating: "Are you thinking about spring?"

Joshua rolled his eyes at him.

"Oh, stillborn." Fang Youyi raised his eyebrows.

Qiao Siguang carried breakfast with both hands, and said with a smirk: "It's better than the president's unrequited love for 16 years."

The corner of Fang Youyi's mouth twitched, and he resisted the urge to slam the door on Qiao Siguang's forehead. He wanted to kick him out, but for breakfast's sake, he let him in anyway.

An Ziyu turned his head away, the flush on his face had almost faded, his light brown eyes were gentle, and his white shirt looked very clean.

After he greeted Qiao Siguang very politely, even Qiao Siguang couldn't help but pouted.

It's really no wonder that he looked horrified when he had never seen the world, it's just that the young man on the sofa was completely different from the crazy man a few days ago, he was completely reborn.

Standing with the CEO of his family is simply... the sight of an angel of pure love and a devil of hell.

"Mr. Qiao, you've worked hard." An Ziyu said, got up and went to get breakfast, "Have you eaten yet?"

Look at how friendly he is, and look at how... tsk, don't mention it.

Qiao Siguang turned his head, and said to Fang Youyi without changing his expression, "President, I think you are a beast."

Fang Youyi had a gloomy face, and said word by word: "You don't need to take this month's bonus."

Qiao Siguang: "This subordinate is just explaining the facts."

"Two years."

"You are a match made in heaven."

Fang Youyi nodded in satisfaction, and Qiao Siguang pushed his glasses with lingering fear.

An Ziyu put the breakfast on the table, turned his head to look at Qiao Siguang and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I said last night that I wanted to eat the breakfast across from my alma mater, but my brother didn't let me go out alone, he wanted to go with me. Yes, but there seems to be a lot of things to deal with at hand, and I have been looking at the blue folder on the coffee table all morning."

Go to Hua University?Assistant Qiao almost forgot that An Ziyu went to Hua University.

Is Shanghua University a devil?Why are the boys in it more pleasing to the eye than those in their company?The very sunny boy he met this morning when he went to buy breakfast at Shanghua University was simply... let alone mentioning it, he had a myocardial infarction.

"It's okay." Qiao Siguang walked in front of An Ziyu, and said with a subterranean smile again, "I understand, after all, our president and our company's..."

Before Qiao Siguang finished speaking, Fang Youyi stretched out his claws, grabbed Qiao Siguang by the back collar, and threw him out mercilessly, then closed the door with a "bang", and came back to face An Ziyu. Incomparably gentle: "Don't worry about him, we will eat by ourselves."

An Ziyu turned his head and watched Qiao Siguang walk towards the black Mercedes outside the window, pursed his lips and frowned, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, just about to say something, Fang Youyi picked up a dumpling and handed it to him. His mouth: "Open your mouth."

An Ziyu paused, and yesterday morning, Fang Youyi told him to open his mouth, last night, and just now...

He shrank his head, his face was slightly hot, he licked his lips and said, "I'll do it myself..."

"Open your mouth." Fang Youyi seemed to know what he was thinking, and said, "I won't do anything to you."

Like a kitten, An Ziyu leaned over vigilantly, opened his mouth after confirming that it was all right, and ate the dumpling.

Fang Youyi smiled dotingly: "What do you want for lunch?"

An Ziyu chewed the dumplings and said vaguely, "You want to eat whatever you cook."

"Okay." Fang Youyi pinched his puffed cheeks and smiled, "As long as you like, I will make it for you."

An Ziyu took Fang Youyi's hand away and said, "I told you."

Fang Youyi grabbed his hand with his backhand, interlocked his fingers, and pulled it to his lips to kiss him, saying, "I'm serious."

An Ziyu's heart was beating wildly, and he looked at Fang Youyi in a daze, thinking about the same question in his mind, so he almost took out his phone and searched directly on Baidu: handsome and gentle How to raise the CEO, wait online, hurry up!