How to raise the president

The interrogation room was deathly silent, the incandescent lamp flickered twice, and the light cast shadows one after another on everyone's face.

No one spoke, and it seemed that they even stopped breathing, and the whole space was almost frozen and still.

"Xiao Yun is not dead."

Su Ziqiang's words sounded very light, but they exploded in An Ziyu's ear like a boulder.

It was heavy, uncomfortable, and extremely worrying.

What Su Ziqiang said just now, he said that Su Yun is not dead...

Su Yun is not dead.

That is to say, Yoona is still alive.

Still alive on this world mountain, she hasn't left, she's always been there.

An Ziyu's eyes were very red, his whole body was trembling, his lips were so trembling that he couldn't speak, even the hand holding Fang Youyi's right hand seemed to have no strength, and slowly slipped down.

Fang Youyi's expression was slightly displeased, and he wanted to grab An Ziyu's trembling hand, but An Ziyu took his hand away first.

"Yun'er, you're not dead..." An Ziyu supported his head Xuxu, his nose was sore and stuffy, his eyes were clouded with mist, but with a smile on his lips, he said, "He's not dead."

The news came so suddenly, it seemed false, but it came from a father who loved his daughter.

As real as it is fake.

Everything that happened here was like those bloody TV series in the TV series. Everyone thought she was dead, but in the end she came back.

But now they are not filming a TV series, nor are they matching lines, but sitting in the interrogation room for real, listening to Su Ziqiang say that Su Yun is not dead.

An Ziyu's mind kept replaying the clips of being together with Su Yun in the past, when they first met, when they were teaching children to sing and play the guitar together...

Her confession was ruthlessly rejected by him; she was sad, and he kept blaming himself; in the end, he thought she was dead, and he lived in guilt.

But suddenly one day, someone said that she was not dead.

And the person who said Su Yun was not dead was her father.

For a moment, he really didn't know how to face the fact. He was crying and laughing at the same time, which made Fang Youyi feel uncomfortable.

Fang Youyi stretched out his hand. He really wanted to hug him into his arms, but he gave up in the end. He slowly withdrew his hand, clenched it into a fist, and finally couldn't put it down.

Because he had done something to hurt An Ziyu because of An Ziyu talking about Su Yun before, he was a little afraid that this kind of thing would happen again.

So he didn't say anything, and he didn't do anything, he just looked at An Ziyu quietly, and quietly stayed by his side, even though he felt really uncomfortable and unhappy.

An Ziyu recovered quickly. He rubbed his forehead, sniffed again, and asked, "Where is Yun'er now? What happened before, what is the truth? Teacher Su, please tell me, if Yun'er My son is wronged, and I will try my best to help you."

Su Ziqiang looked at him suspiciously, then turned his eyes and looked at Fang Youyi with lingering fear.

An Ziyu took all of Su Ziqiang's expressions into his eyes, and said firmly, "We will help Yun'er." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Fang Youyi, "Right?"

Fang Youyi just tilted his head to look at An Ziyu, as if to say, "Stinky man, he's thinking about that woman again."

The resentment is quite heavy, and the meaning of needing to please cannot be more obvious.

An Ziyu was a little helpless, reached out to hold Fang Youyi's hand in his palm, and asked again: "We will help Teacher Su and Yun'er, right?"

Fang Youyi watched An Ziyu for an indefinitely long time, and then nodded reluctantly when he had seen enough.

An Ziyu heaved a sigh of relief, but Fang Youyi said, "We need a reward."

The voice was not loud, but it made Su Ziqiang terrified, so he mustered all his energy to see what Fang Youyi said, what kind of reward he wanted, and whether he could afford it now.

"I'm a businessman." President Fang squinted at An Ziyu, "If you ask me to do something, you need to be paid, and it's not too small."

Not small, but big.

How big, he has the final say.

This tone is that a sensible person knows what he is talking about.