The seven years between me and Zha Gong

For two hours, Lan Weiyu was sitting on pins and needles at the door of the operating room. Fang Qiyan couldn't help but hold his hand and comforted him, "It's okay."

Lan Weiyu looked at him with gratitude in his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the lights in the operating room went out, and the doctor pushed Lan Weiran out of a coma, saying that he was not out of danger and would be admitted to the intensive care unit, but the cost of the intensive care unit for one day was not low. Fang Qiyan took out the card to help Lan Weiyu settled the fee.

In the corridor of the hospital, Fang Qiyan leaned against the wall, Lan Weiyu looked at him, and whispered, "Fang Qiyan, thank you." Fang Qiyan rubbed his hair, with a nonchalant expression: "It's okay, you don't have to worry about it."

For a nobleman like him, these are just small money, but it solves Lan Weiyu's urgent need.

"The money...I will find a way to return it to you." Lan Weiyu said, he didn't like to owe anyone anything, especially Fang Qiyan.

"No need..." Fang Qiyan was stunned for a moment, he remembered what Chu Simiao said, give him whatever he needs, what does Lan Weiyu need?Isn't it just money? He needs money to treat his brother's illness.

Fang Qiyan took a step forward, looked at Lan Weiyu and said, "If you still need money in the future, come to me and I will help you."

"But, I owe you so much, how should I pay you back?" Lan Weiyu's eyes were filled with fear, and she took the bait... Fang Qiyan took another step forward, leaned over, raised the corners of his lips, and said, "How about, Meat compensation?" Lan Weiyu was startled, and hurriedly backed away, Fang Qiyan put his arms around him, he raised his chin and said, "How about it, do you agree?"

Lan Weiyu struggled, his eyes were a little angry: "How can you do this, let me go...!!" "Are you going to watch your brother die?" Fang Qiyan said coldly, hitting Lan Weiyu His shoulders trembled slightly, he raised his head and looked at Fang Qiyan unwillingly, how could this person be so despicable?Fang Qiyan looked at Lan Weiyu closely, Lan Weiyu was actually very handsome, her delicate eyebrows were slightly melancholic when she frowned, her eyes were clear, her nose was straight, her lips were tightly pursed, her lips were a little thin, but very Pink, Fang Qiyan still remembers the touch of his lips... 2

Fang Qiyan was short of breath, and kissed his lips, Lan Weiyu didn't refuse, but trembled violently, the breath of the two was lingering, gradually becoming hot...

I don't know how long it took, Fang Qiyan felt that he had kissed enough, let go of Lan Weiyu, stroked his cheek, and said, "It's summer, why are your lips so cold?" Lan Weiyu didn't speak, his wristband On Fang Qiyan's back, he clenched his fist tightly.

The two heard footsteps, Lan Weiyu patted Fang Qiyan lightly, and said, "Someone is coming..."

Fang Qiyan let go of Lan Weiyu and said, "Tomorrow is Sunday, are you free?"

"Well... I'm going to work part-time."

"What part-time job, how much?"

"Two hundred a day."

"I'll give you five hundred, and accompany me to dinner." Fang Qiyan said, his tone was very strong, not allowing Lan Weiyu to refute, "I'll see you at the second intersection of XX Street at seven o'clock tomorrow night."

"Fang Qiyan, wait a minute..."

"Qi Yan, let's go." A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes with a steady demeanor came over, "Good father." Fang Qiyan followed behind him without looking at Lan Weiyu again. The figure looked lonely and thin.

In the black Mercedes, Fang Qiyan's father lit a cigar and said, "Is there enough money recently?"

"Enough." Fang Qiyan said expressionlessly, looking at the changing street scene outside the car window.

Fang Qiyan's father nodded and said to the driver: "Take me to the airport first, and then take the young master home."

Fang Qiyan frowned, turned his head and said, "You want to go?"

"Yes." Fang Qiyan's father rubbed his temples and said, "I'm going to Fanshi to discuss business."

Fang Qiyan was silent for a while, and then said, "Dad, tomorrow is my birthday."

Fang Qiyan's father was stunned for a moment, as if a little surprised, he said, "Really? How old are you?"

"eighteen."

Fang Qiyan's father nodded, took out a check, handed it to Fang Qiyan, and said, "Fill in how much money you want, and study hard after playing tomorrow."

Without even saying happy birthday, Fang Qiyan held the check and raised the corners of his lips as usual, but his smile was a little sarcastic.

"Okay, thank you Dad." 2