The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Lan Weiyu stared blankly at him, the wind from the helicopter propeller blew Fang Qiyan's coat, he strode over, the man in black put his arms around Lan Weiyu's waist, and said loudly: "Who are you? You are so big Courage...ah!!" Before he finished speaking, Fang Qiyan grabbed his collar, lifted him to the side of the boat, and threw him into the sea.

Several other men in black saw that he was not easy to mess with, so they drew their guns one after another. Fang Qiyan slowly took out a cigarette and lit it, and the bodyguards behind him also drew out their guns neatly, and confronted the man in black. , His handsome eyebrows were playful, unrestrained and unrestrained, Lan Weiyu felt that Fang Qiyan became a little different after not seeing him for a while, calmer, and...more cruel?

The people in black looked at each other, and if they really took action, they might not be able to gain the upper hand. A man in black boldly said, "Who are you? How dare you act wildly in front of our President Su?!"

Fang Qiyan smiled, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers, and said, "It's none of my business what Mr. Su wants to do with his people, but Lan Weiyu is mine."

Lan Weiyu's heart skipped a beat, the men in black exchanged glances, and charged forward with their guns raised, Fang Qiyan sneered, threw the cigarette butt under his feet, and punched the man in black on the side of his body. The man whimpered and fell to the ground. Fang Qiyan stepped on his wrist. The man in black screamed and the gun fell off. On the ground, clutching his legs and screaming.

Fang Qiyan walked straight up to Lan Weiyu, stretched out his left hand and hugged him vigorously, his right hand held a gun hanging by his side, Fang Qiyan's familiar air surrounded Lan Weiyu, Lan Weiyu was in a daze, and whispered: "Fang Qiyan , you... how did you find me?"

"I wanted to find you, but how could I not find it." Fang Qiyan's voice was very low, maybe he had just fired a gun, and Lan Weiyu mentally smelled the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Lan Weiyu struggled lightly: "Let go of me, Fang Qiyan."

Fang Qiyan frowned, his eyes were a bit bloody, his arms were tightly around Lan Weiyu, Lan Weiyu couldn't break free, Fang Qiyan leaned over, and bit Lan Weiyu's neck forcefully, Lan Weiyu let out a low cry A cry: "Ah!" Not daring to move, Fang Qiyan became ruthless, Lan Weiyu thought he was really going to bite off his neck, after a while, Fang Qiyan let him go, Lan Weiyu saw a stream of blood overflowing from his lips, Lan Weiyu was startled, and raised her hand to cover her neck, "Run, run again if you have the ability?" Fang Qiyan said resentfully.