The seven years between me and Zha Gong

"President Fang, what did you say?" Secretary Li asked suspiciously.

"It's okay." Fang Qiyan put away his phone, looked at the information in his hand, the corners of his lips slowly curled up, Lan Weiyu is really an unexpected guy...

At 05:30 in the afternoon, Fang Qiyan walked out of Honglue after finishing his affairs. He drove back to the villa in the suburbs, opened the door, and there was no one in the living room. There was a clanging sound from the kitchen, um, good, Lan Weiyu was still there, Fang Qiyan raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, too, how could he run away?Even for his good roommate, good friend, he dare not leave him.

Fang Qiyan took off his coat and walked to the kitchen door, he was stunned, the scene in the kitchen was not as Fang Qiyan saw it - Lan Weiyu was cooking leisurely in an apron, chicken soup was simmering on the fire ...the kitchen is in a mess, there are a few paper bags on the floor, a mess on the cooking counter, white sugar

And flour was scattered everywhere, Lan Weiyu rolled up his sleeves and sneezed a little: "Ah...丨" He opened the oven and took out a black

unknown object.

"Oh, failed again." Lan Weiyu muttered to herself.

"What are you doing?" Fang Qiyan said.

Lan Weiyu turned his head, Fang Qiyan couldn't help laughing, Lan Weiyu stared at a pair of big eyes, there was white flour on the tip of his nose and cheeks, when he saw Fang Qiyan, he blushed and wiped it with his elbow. Nose, said: "Back?"

"En." Fang Qiyan walked up to him, put his arms around his waist, and picked him up. Lan Weiyu struggled on tiptoe. His hands were full of sugar and flour, and it was difficult to touch Fang Qiyan's shirt. His arms hooked around Fang Qiyan's neck, and he fell back a little out of balance.