How to raise the president

Frankly speaking, someone hasn't pressed enough, and even wants to disregard that this is a holy hospital, and rub the people below into his body, hurting, loving, and bullying.

But I'm afraid of scaring people.

Fang Youyi opened his mouth slightly, and when he met An Ziyu's innocent eyes, he didn't know what to say, so he just sighed lightly in the end.

Facing his lover's acting like a baby, he just wanted to pamper him, hold her in his hand and feel pain.

To be honest, the An Ziyu in front of him was a bit different from the An Ziyu he had just met, and he was becoming more and more coquettish and obedient.

Even coaxing him is done in a set way, or the kind of practice.

This is too much a test of his willpower.

President Fang Da said that it was too difficult for him.

Fang Youyi stretched one arm to the back of An Ziyu's neck, propped himself up slightly, and then turned around so that An Ziyu was on top.

But besides being uncomfortable, this pressed position seems to be a little bit wrong.

It's not very comfortable because it took a long time to press and be pressed, and I was really tired.

It's not quite right because, the dignified CEO of Xinghui Entertainment, how can he be under the pressure?

So he hugged the person and sat up again, letting An Ziyu sit on his lap, so that not only would it be comfortable to sit on, but it would also be comfortable to look at.

If An Ziyu was sitting on top of him and doing something else with him, it would be more comfortable than being a god.

But the idea was quickly choked back.

Fang Youyi gently hugged An Ziyu's body, his cool lips pecked lightly on his smooth shoulders, his big calloused hands pitifully touched the back of the person in his arms, and gently pressed that joint with his fingertips. The backbone of the joints, holding the waist from top to bottom.

It's okay if you don't touch it, but when you touch it, Fang Youyi frowned again.

Why is it so thin?There is not much meat around the waist.

President Fang Da's eyes were serious, and there was some reproach, but when he met An Ziyu's ignorant eyes, there was only pity.

"What's wrong?" An Ziyu raised his hand to grind Fang Youyi's brow, fearing death, he thought in other directions.

"I'll cook for you in the future." Fang Youyi gently pinched An Ziyu's waist, "Faturize you."

An Ziyu giggled, put his hands around Fang Youyi's neck, and said, "From now on, I will be responsible for going out to earn money to support the family, and you will be responsible for being beautiful at home, huh?"

An Ziyu's voice was as soft as a feather, his breath fell on Fang Youyi's face, and he couldn't help but itch.

Fang Youyi took the clothes and trousers at the side, and in just a short process of taking the clothes, his Adam's apple rolled two or three times in a row, and the saliva came up and was swallowed by force, swallowed by force and came up again.

The heat in the body is like ocean waves, one wave after another, making it unbearable.

Although it was not the first time, nor would it be the last time to see this white body, but every time he saw it, it really tested his restraint.

Fang Youyi silently recited in his heart the discipline he had forgotten for a long time, suppressed his breath and desire, and quickly dressed An Ziyu, so fast that An Ziyu didn't even realize it. Hanging in mid-air.

Fang Youyi fished the man over, held him tightly in his arms, and sucked the scent of the man in his arms.

Make sure that the person in front of you is still his.

An Ziyu was strangled a little by Fang Youyi, but he didn't say anything, just leaned obediently in Fang Youyi's arms, quietly feeling the passage of time.

Everything around is very quiet and peaceful, even the footsteps of the nurses outside, and the sound of the patient's reminder to change the dressing seems to be getting smaller and smaller.

It seems that time is slowing down, and it seems that they are slowing down their pace, greedily wanting this moment to be long.

An Ziyu couldn't help thinking, if they were all getting old and ugly, at that time, would they still be like this, cuddling each other, comforting each other, supporting each other, until the end of their lives.

He didn't know, but he knew that he only wanted to support Fang Youyi in the future, and he only wanted to have a good time with Fang Youyi.

I just want to grow old slowly with Fang Youyi.

I just want to hold hands with Fang Youyi and be buried together.

Then fight with Fang Youqi in the next life, and continue.