How to raise the president

The floor of the interrogation room was icy, with a hint of moisture, and the incandescent lamps on the ceiling gradually became blurred, and when viewed through the mist of tears, there were patches of halo.

There was no air, and it felt like his chest couldn't rise and fall. Taking advantage of Su Ziqiang's hands being emptied, An Ziyu took a small breath of air with difficulty. Before he could finish breathing, Su Ziqiang directly pressed his neck to the ground.

A fit of coughing stuck in his throat, his throat was itchy and sore, An Ziyu's face turned red, and he couldn't breathe through his nose.

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!!" Su Ziqiang sat straddling An Ziyu, tears of extreme hatred flowed from his red eyes, dripping on An Ziyu's face, "Why did you hurt Xiaoyun?! Why did you want to hurt Xiaoyun?" Make Xiaoyun sad?! Why did you choose that dog capitalist who cannibalizes people but not my daughter?!!"

"No..." An Ziyu squeezed out a little voice from his throat, "No..."

"You would rather be raped than be a person with a normal personality orientation!" Su Ziqiang approached him and said, "Why are you so cheap?"

An Ziyu's eyeballs rolled up, and the wound on his neck seemed to be split open. The blood soaked the gauze and stained Su Ziqiang's hand red.

An Ziyu looked at the dim incandescent lamp. Su Ziqiang's words pierced his eardrums like needles. He really wanted to refute, but he couldn't even breathe.

"I fucking regret that I didn't slit your throat!" Su Ziqiang's words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

Tears welled up from the corners of An Ziyu's eyes, and he kicked his legs back and forth, feeling that his neck was about to be cut off, and he couldn't breathe.

He kept calling that man's name in his heart, desperately grasping Su Ziqiang's hand, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just waiting for that person to show up.

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Fang Youyi was dragged by Jiang Fei to the deputy director's office on the second floor.

Faced with the bombardment and inquiries from the three subordinates who used to be close to each other, President Fang didn't take it seriously, and drank the high-quality Longjing tea with his legs crossed, looking as if he would not be beaten.

I can't enjoy it.

Jiang Fei couldn't hold his breath, and almost wanted to vomit blood: "Would you like to say something when you leave?"

Yan Cheng was not very good at talking, but looked at Fang Youyi, and sighed one last time: "I have been looking for you for a long time."

"You heartless man!" Fu Ming pointed at Fang Youyi and said, "You have found a wife, and we are still single!"

Fang Youyi put down his cup slowly, looked at the three of them, said "Oh", and said, "Single dog."

Jiang Fei: "..."

Yan Cheng: "..."

Fu Ming's face is so ugly after eating shit: "Believe it or not, I'll tell the boss that you used to..."

Fang Youyi gave him a hard look, and Fu Ming shrank behind Jiang Fei and Yan Cheng crying like a frightened little pet.

"You, you bully others, I, I'll tell the boss to go..."

It's okay if you don't talk about it, but as soon as you talk about it, Fang Youyi starts to miss An Ziyu, and it's not just a normal way of thinking.

This is the legendary "one day gone, like three autumns"?But it was less than a day since they separated, and Fang Youyi felt that time seemed to be frozen, and it passed by unusually slowly.

I don't know what's going on in the interrogation room. Can An Ziyu handle Su Ziqiang?

Fang Youyi put down his teacup, always feeling tight in his chest. He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes and let out a tired breath.

Fang Youyi opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the surface of the tea in the cup that had just been flattened.