The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Lan Weiyu, who was almost unconscious in the private room of Nightcrawler, was taken to the hotel by Fang Qiyan.

In the middle of the night, Fang Qiyan looked at the sleepy Lan Weiyu, then at the mess on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Damn it, I was distracted by this guy again. It has been three years since he owned his own company. He is no longer that impulsive kid, but he also has a beautiful and capable lover, but... as long as In front of Lan Weiyu, as soon as Fang Qiyan smelled his scent and touched his skin, Fang Qiyan felt

He was still that ignorant boy in Fengcheng No. [-] Middle School.

This feeling made Fang Qiyan very frustrated.

He didn't wash Lan Weiyu, got out of bed, took out his mobile phone, and lit a cigarette.

"Hello?! Qi Yan..., Luo Sirao's lazy and pleasant voice came from the other end of the phone.

Fang Qiyan took a puff of cigarette, his eyes were gentle: "Are you asleep?"

"No, miss you?!" Luo Sirao laughed, "Qi Yan, where are you now?"

"hotel."

"Hey, did you go to find a room? With a boy? How's the technology?" Luo Sirao suddenly regained his energy.

"Why, you're not jealous?" Fang Qiyan raised his eyebrows.

"Man, I can't control you too strictly."

Holding the phone, Fang Qiyan looked at Lan Weiyu who was sleeping on the bed, and said, "I seem to have found the best shield."

Luo Sirao paused, then chuckled: "Really?"

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