The seven years between me and Zha Gong

At seven o'clock in the evening, Lan Weiyu was sitting in the "Xiaoquan" Chinese restaurant with a gloomy expression. The ice cream in front of him had already melted. Brother Dao hugged the cat and looked at him worriedly.

Brother Dao put Xiaoran on the ground, patted it on the head and said, "Go and play by yourself." Xiaoran ran away with a "meh!"

Brother Dao walked up to Lan Weiyu, picked up the ice cream, and icy Lan Weiyu's cheek. Lan Weiyu was frightened, covered his face, and stared at him with big eyes.

Brother Dao smiled, sat across from him, and said, "Xiao Yu, why are you sitting here today, Fang Qiyan, that control freak, would let you come out so late?"

Lan Weiyu smiled wryly, and said: "He should be at home now, having tender feelings with others, right?" Brother Dao was stunned for a moment, then sighed, with a look of resentment in his eyes, that bastard Fang Qiyan left Xiaoyu behind Being around him, and never cherishing him, tortured Xiao Yu so painfully and haggard, Xiao Yu... is

How could such an innocent and bright child be hurt like this? !

Brother Dao's eyes became gloomy, he clenched his fists, no, he can't let Xiao Yu stay by Fang Qiyan's side anymore, in this case, Xiao Yu might as well be with him, he will love him, Brother Dao's eyes became firm .

"Xiao Yu, leave Fang Qiyan." Brother Dao said, "You can live with me. You cook so delicious food. You can come to Xiao Quan to help me. In terms of salary, I will never treat you badly."

Lan Weiyu was stunned for a moment, and showed a bitter smile: "Brother Dao, I really want to... But, I can't give up on my brother..."

Brother Dao frowned and said, "But Wei Yu..."

Lan Weiyu's cell phone rang, he took it out to see that it was a call from the American hospital, Lan Weiyu's heart skipped a beat, for some reason there was a bad omen

sense.

Lan Weiyu put the phone to her ear and said tremblingly, "Hello?"

I don't know what was said in English on the other end of the phone, Brother Dao saw Lan Weiyu's face getting paler and paler, his slender eyelashes kept shaking, and his hands were tightly clenched into fists.

"Xiao Yu, what's wrong with you?" Brother Dao held Lan Weiyu's hand and said worriedly.