The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Fang Qiyan walked behind Lan Weiyu, stretched out his arms to hug him, Lan Weiyu was stunned, moved his body uncomfortably, and said with a blushing face, "Boss Fang, I'm chopping onions."

"Well...but I'm already hungry." Fang Qiyan buried his head in Lan Weiyu's neck and kissed him lightly. Lan Weiyu really didn't understand why he was so tender to him again.

Full of love? "Ma, it will be ready soon." Lan Weiyu cut the onion, rubbing her eyes with her hands in embarrassment.

"Well, it's so spicy..." Lan Weiyu covered his eyes, he turned around, Fang Qiyan frowned and said, "You idiot, you just chopped the onion, why are you rubbing your eyes?" Fang Qiyan frowned.

Qi Yan wet his fingers with some water, and gently stroked Lan Weiyu's eyelids. Lan Weiyu's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, "Hey..." Lan Weiyu sobbed softly, Fang Qiyan

Wiping his eyes, he whispered, "Are you all right?"

Lan Weiyu slowly opened one eye, there were tears in those eyes, it looked charming and blurry, Fang Qiyan's appearance was a bit childish, for a moment, Lan Weiyu thought that he saw the girl in high school. Fang Qiyan.

"Fang Qiyan, I miss you very much." Lan Weiyu rubbed his eyes and laughed, his appearance was so beautiful that Fang Qiyan was startled, Fang Qiyan's eyes were deep, he kissed his lips, this kiss was gentle and lingering, just like back then Lan Weiyu's heart was pounding, Fang Qiyan's lips were warm, not as cold and rough as that night.

Fang Qiyan let go of Lan Weiyu, the corners of Lan Weiyu's eyes were flushed, and she was also a little emotional.

"Come with me to the room." Fang Qiyan whispered in Lan Weiyu's ear.

Lan Weiyu put her arms around his shoulders and said, "But, don't you want to eat chicken soup?" Fang Qiyan bit her ear and said, "I want to eat you now."

Lan Weiyu stopped talking, her face was red and hot.

Fang Qiyan picked him up, walked out of the kitchen, went upstairs and into the room.

This time, Fang Qiyan was very gentle. He hugged Lan Weiyu tightly and kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes. The big bed in Fang Qiyan's villa was soft. He stretched out his hand and stopped in mid-air, as if he wanted to grab something. Fang Qiyan held it. In his hand, his fingers were tightly clasped, Lan Weiyu seemed to be shaking in the sea, although only the person in front of him could see it.

After it was over, Lan Weiyu had no strength, and lay lazily on the bed. Fang Qiyan got dressed, put on his watch, and said, "Are you hungry?" Lan Weiyu nodded, his stomach growled, and he blushed. Burying his head into the pillow, Fang Qiyan laughed, thinking he was cute, and said, "Let's call it takeaway, it's too late to make chicken soup now."