The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Fang Qiyan stared intently at Lan Weiyu under the lamp, and Lan Weiyu looked at him without giving in, neither of them spoke.

After a while, Luo Sirao coughed lightly, breaking the deadlock of silence, "Weiyu, are you going back too? Just in time, why don't you come to my house and have dinner with Qi Yan? Qi Yan said that your cook The art is very good, do you know if I have the honor to taste the dishes made by Weiyu?" Lan Weiyu looked at him and said blankly: "I'm sorry, Manager Luo, I don't like cooking for irrelevant people."

Luo Sirao's face gradually turned red when he heard the words, Fang Qiyan frowned, and said, "Do you have to speak so harshly?" Lan Weiyu looked at him seriously for a long time, Fang Qiyan's face was gloomy, Luo Sirao said He tugged at the corner of Fang Qiyan's clothes, and smoothed things over with understanding: "Forget Qi Yan, I am indeed irrelevant to Weiyu, so don't be angry with Weiyu because of me." Fang Qiyan looked at Lan Weiyu, The boy looked thinner and more handsome under the light. What he said just now made Fang Qiyan very uncomfortable. An irrelevant person... Lan Weiyu's gaze always made Fang Qiyan feel that he was not talking about Luo Sirao, but Talk about Fang Qiyan.

Irrelevant people?Fang Qiyan raised the corners of his lips, took out his mobile phone, raised it, and said, "Your mother called me just now, it seems that there is something wrong with Xiaoran's health, and she wants me to pay her more." Lan Weiyu's His complexion changed, Fang Qiyan never allowed him to contact Xiaoran privately, Xiaoran was Lan Weiyu's weakness, he took a step forward, and said eagerly: "Fang Qiyan, what's wrong with Xiaoran?" Fang Qiyan held the phone tightly, Putting her arms around Luo Sirao's shoulders, Lan Weiyu ran down the stairs eagerly, shouting, "Fang Qiyan, what happened to Xiaoran?!"

Suddenly, Lan Weiyu felt his feet go soft. He had hypoglycemia after working all day, and he felt dizzy. His vision went dark, he fell forward, and rolled down the stairs. When he heard the sound behind him, Fang Qiyan Turning his head with Luo Sirao, Fang Qiyan yelled out: "Lan Weiyu!" He let go of Luo Sirao, strode over, leaned over and hugged Lan Weiyu, Lan Weiyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, his snow-white On his forehead, there was a long wound from which blood was oozing out.

Fang Qiyan gritted his teeth. Regardless of the blood staining his brand-name suit red, he hugged Lan Weiyu tightly and said, "Are you an idiot? You don't look at your feet when you walk?" Fang Qiyan reached out and wiped the blood on Lan Weiyu's forehead , Lan Weiyu stretched out his hand, wanting to take the mobile phone in Fang Qiyan's hand, and said, "I'll cook for Luo Sirao, you let me talk to Xiaoran."

Fang Qiyan looked at him like this, and his heart really hurt. This idiot...he didn't really want him to cook for Luo Sirao.

Fang Qiyan doesn't want anyone but himself to taste Weiyu's craftsmanship...

He hugged Lan Weiyu horizontally, and said: "You idiot, stop talking." He strode past Luo Sirao, who stood still and slowly clenched his fists.

In the black Mercedes-Benz, there was a faint cologne scent. Lan Weiyu kept looking out the window. Luo Sirao coughed a few times. Fang Qiyan asked the driver to turn on the heater, took off his suit jacket and put it on Luo Sirao.

The black Mercedes-Benz stopped at the gate of the villa in the suburbs. Fang Qiyan pulled Lan Weiyu into the villa, dug out the medicine box and bandaged him. Lan Weiyu was not a person who was afraid of pain. Even when he was applying alcohol, he just took a sip. Cool, did not say a word.