How to raise the president

Fang Youyi didn't know how long he had been in a daze. When he came back to his senses, he felt as if his whole life had passed, and all the hardships had come, which was very unreal.

He hurriedly pulled people away to take a good look at his Ziyu, to confirm whether all this was true or not, what if it was just a dream?When I woke up, I saw a person lying at home bleeding dry...

His eye sockets were already red with disappointment, and when he held An Ziyu's face in his hands, Fang Youyi silently bit his tongue.

Feeling the pain in his tongue, Fang Youyi suddenly smiled. He pressed his forehead against An Ziyu's forehead and smiled recklessly and happily, but his eye sockets were still moist.

"I'm sorry, I won't run away, I won't run away again..." An Ziyu looked at Fang Youyi's crying and smiling face, his heart ached so much, he raised his hand to wipe away his tears and said, "I I won't leave you, and you won't leave me, okay?"

Fang Youyi just looked into his eyes and didn't speak.

"I think we'll always be together and go the same way to the end, can we?"

Fang Youyi closed his eyes, exhaled tremblingly, and tears came out from between his eyelashes.

"Don't cry, if you cry, I..."

So distressed.

He didn't expect that Fang Youyi would come to him in person, rushing over like this in the rain, without opening an umbrella, as if desperate, and also, such a big man was crying like a child in front of him.

And all of this was because of him, An Ziyu.

An Ziyu lowered his head guiltily, his palms still sticking to the sides of Fang Youyi's head.

Fang Youyi took off his hand, cupped it in both hands and kissed it lightly, and said, "Does it hurt?" As he said that, he went to undo the bandage that was wrapped around his wrist indiscriminately.

An Ziyu shook his head.

The more he untied it, the more Fang Youyi frowned, but he didn't say anything, he didn't ask anything, he just got up and found the medicine box, and then sat back to treat An Ziyu's wound.

An Ziyu stared blankly at Fang Youyi's face, and couldn't help feeling that a serious man is really handsome, especially his man.

"Call out when it hurts." Fang Youyi said.

"Ok?"

Before An Ziyu could recover from President Fang's beautiful face, President Fang poured down a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. The pain made him grin his teeth, and his mind instantly cleared up.

This is sour...

"The wound is inflamed." Fang Youyi said in a deep voice.

After a while, Fang Youyi looked at the well-treated wound several times, finally breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyes to look at An Ziyu again, then lowered his head to tidy up the medicine box.

An Ziyu felt like his heart was about to jump out.

President Fang's gaze just now made him almost lose his soul. He even suspected that Fang Youyi was the reincarnation of a vixen who came here to harm him.

An Ziyu turned his head, took the mobile phone next to him and switched it on, looked up at Fang Youyi who was carefully arranging the medicine box, then lowered his head and pressed the keypad of the mobile phone a few times.

Fang Youyi's cell phone beeped, thinking it was the company urging him to go back to the meeting, so he automatically ignored it and continued to tidy up the medicine box.

An Ziyu pouted, and sent another red envelope.

President Fang Da still acted as a handsome man who quietly packed his medicine bags.

Being ignored one after another, An Ziyu was a little depressed. He stared at the chat page for a while, completely puzzled by how President Fang was so focused on his work, so he bit the bullet and sent another one.

Fang Youyi couldn't bear it any longer, and frowned uncomfortably, took a look at the phone, saw that the person who sent the message was An Ziyu, raised his head to look at An Ziyu suspiciously.

An Ziyu turned his head away from him.

Fang Youyi looked down at his phone, and saw An Ziyu sending... three red envelopes.

President Fang looked at the three red envelopes and fell into deep thought. He really couldn't figure it out, so he raised his eyes and looked at An Ziyu, who was pretending to be playing with his mobile phone. His eyes fell back on the screen, and he opened the red envelopes with his thumb to see that the total was 500. yuan money.

Fang Youyi: "..."

An Ziyu: "..."

"What is this?" Fang Youyi couldn't help asking him.

An Ziyu's face was as red as fire, he hesitated and said: "I, I earned extra money a while ago, here I, here you are."

"What do you do for me?"

"Nurture, support you." An Ziyu lowered his head, not daring to look at Fang Youyi.

"Nursing," Fang Youyi frowned, looked at An Ziyu, then pointed his index finger at himself and said, "Me?"

The dignified president of Xinghui Entertainment has a very rich wallet, does he need someone to support him?