The seven years between me and Zha Gong

With Fang Qiyan, he can forget these things, maybe this is called happiness?

Happiness... This is a very strange thing to Lan Weiyu.The two stayed in the abandoned factory until ten o'clock. Fang Qiyan and Lan Weiyu walked out of the factory gate one after the other and got into the car. The driver saw Lan Weiyu's blushing face and the hickey on his neck from the rearview mirror, wrinkled He frowned and didn't speak.

Fang Qiyan insisted on sending Lan Weiyu home, but the alley in front of Lan Weiyu's house was too narrow for the car to pass, so Lan Weiyu got out of the car and said, "I'll just walk back by myself, Fang Qiyan, go home quickly." Fang Qiyan Without speaking, she followed behind him with a cold face.

This guy, whatever he is... Lan Weiyu shook his head helplessly, he walked to the door of the house, took out the key, opened the door, and the smell of alcohol came over his face.