The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Fang Qiyan raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his lips. Lan Weiyu said, "The boss is going to visit his son in Fanshi. I promised him to take care of the cake shop for him. It's a matter of credibility."

Fang Qiyan snorted and said, "If you like that cake shop, I'll buy it for you someday."

"No need, no need!" Lan Weiyu smiled helplessly.

Fang Qiyan looked at Lan Weiyu and said, "I have already called your mother for Xiaoran's medical expenses this month." Lan Weiyu blushed slightly, and said softly, "Thank you, Fang Qiyan." "How are you going to thank me?" ?" Fang Qiyan's leather shoes lifted up Lan Weiyu's trouser legs, with an evil smile on his lips, Lan Weiyu kicked him, blushing and said: "Be serious!"

Fang Qiyan smiled, and the two of them returned to the apartment in the city center after dinner. The car was parked downstairs. Fang Qiyan took out a bag from the back seat, stuffed it into Lan Weiyu's arms, and said, "How long have you used your schoolbag?" Yes? I bought you a new one, designer."

Lan Weiyu hugged his pocket and said in a low voice: "Thank you." His ears were red, he was still not used to accepting Fang Qiyan's gifts, Fang Qiyan was very satisfied when he saw that he accepted it, he likes to give things to Lan Weiyu, Especially seeing the way he lowered his eyelids after accepting it, from the redness of his cheeks to the roots of his ears, it was so cute that it made his heart itch.

Fang Qiyan couldn't help but put his arms around Lan Weiyu and kissed him on the forehead. Lan Weiyu smiled bitterly, thinking that he should be a very competent lover now, right?

Taking the elevator to the 23rd floor, Fang Qiyan started to kiss Lan Weiyu as soon as he entered the door. Lan Weiyu was a little shy, pushed him lightly, and said, "I, I made some soup, let me have a bowl for you."

"Okay." Fang Qiyan said in a low voice. Lan Weiyu turned around and went into the kitchen to fill up the soup. Fang Qiyan took a deep breath and sat on the sofa. The clanging sounds in the kitchen made him feel very comfortable. Only by being around him can he feel at ease. He has a feeling that the longer the time passes, the more he can't live without that boy.

"Lan Weiyu, what kind of Gu did you put on me?" Fang Qiyan sighed in a low voice.

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