The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Fang Qiyan's car stopped at the gate of Beicheng University, Lan Weiyu opened the door, Fang Qiyan stretched out his hand and rumpled Lan Weiyu's hair, and then laughed: "Bye bye?!" Lan Weiyu blushed, turned and left: "What are you doing? Ah, you..."

In the lecture theater, the second class had already started. The teacher pushed his glasses and started roll call. Qin Lian and Chen Shuo sat in the last row. Qin Lian put down his phone and said worriedly: "Weiyu didn't answer the phone, cutie Where did he go? He never skips class." "Isn't it? I haven't seen him all weekend, and he didn't go back to the dormitory to sleep?"