The seven years between me and Zha Gong

The meeting lasted for two hours. After the end, Lan Weiyu breathed a sigh of relief, put down his coffee cup, and walked out of the meeting room.

"Lan Weiyu." Fang Qiyan chased after him, stretched out his hand to straighten the scarf for him, wrapped his chin and mouth in the thick scarf, "Well, what are you doing?!" Lan Weiyu's eyes widened, vaguely Complain indistinctly.

"Well, it's much better this way." Fang Qiyan raised his hand and stroked Lan Weiyu's hair. Lan Weiyu blushed and hid back. Fang Qiyan put down his hand and said, "Follow me."

"Ah? Where are you going? No." Lan Weiyu shook his head and said, Fang Qiyan grabbed Lan Weiyu's scarf and pulled him forward, "Eh?! Fang Qiyan, wait a minute!"

In full view of everyone, Fang Qiyan pulled Lan Weiyu's scarf, walked out of Zhansheng, and sat in Qiyan's Mercedes-Benz. Fang Qiyan turned on the heater, and Lan Weiyu sat in the co-pilot, a little uncomfortable.

Fang Qiyan drove the car to the door of the pharmacy, Fang Qiyan got out of the car, took some medicine for Lan Weiyu, then held the steering wheel and murmured: "Take this medicine three times a day, you are weak, you should take medicine to prevent colds when the season changes , put on more clothes, drink more hot water."

Lan Weiyu couldn't help laughing: "Understood, Fang Qiyan, I haven't seen you for a year, why did you become so long-winded?"

Fang Qiyan stopped talking, he drove Lan Weiyu back to Zhansheng, Lan Weiyu held the medicine, and said softly: "Thank you." Opening the car door, Fang Qiyan gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and grabbed Lan Weiyu's wrist .