The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Fang Qiyan sneered, kicked the man in black on the stomach with his side, and the man in black groaned and fell to the ground. Fang Qiyan walked forward, and a man in black approached him from behind, covering him with a handkerchief. his mouth.

There was hallucinogen on the handkerchief, and Fang Qiyan felt his vision getting blurred...

The car window was rolled down, Fang Qiyan's father was sitting in the car, looking indifferently at his comatose son, Chen Ningshuang came out of the restaurant, and smiled smugly.

It was ten o'clock, and Fang Qiyan hadn't come back yet. Lan Weiyu looked at the cold food on the table, his face was pale, he called Fang Qiyan many times, but he didn't answer, the food was completely cold, Lan Weiyu looked at The oil star floating on the soup suddenly confirmed one thing, he will not come back.

This is what Fang Qiyan is good at. Be gentle with him first, give him the illusion of hope, and then let him fall into the abyss of disappointment. After repeated repetitions for a long time, Lan Weiyu's heart will no longer look forward to it, and will no longer beat for Fang Qiyan.

He got up with a calm expression, put the food in the refrigerator, then took out the cake, dipped his fingertips in a little cream, put it in his mouth and tasted it, oh, it was so icy, so sweet, so sweet that it almost made people cry Come.

Lan Weiyu didn't wait for Fang Qiyan foolishly like before, he cleaned up the kitchen, went to bed early, and slept soundly that night.