The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Lan Weiyu's hands trembled, he took a deep breath, and secretly looked aside, Fang Qiyan was sitting at the bar, talking to a fair-skinned blond boy with his arms around him, Fang Qiyan's hair was a little messy, his clothes were open, revealing a slender The neck of the neck and the Adam's apple, which is full of male hormones, are charming and lazy.

He smiled and said something in the boy's ear, the gesture was so gentle, Lan Weiyu felt a pain in his heart, it turned out that Fang Qiyan could be so gentle, but he was rude to him last night without any emotion, who is that boy? ?

Lan Weiyu was absent-minded while pouring the wine. The guest knocked on the table and coughed lightly. Only then did Lan Weiyu realize that he was about to spill the wine. He hurriedly handed the glass to the guest and whispered: "I'm sorry, your whiskey .”

The guest took it, gave him a dissatisfied look, and said, "What's the matter with you?"

Lan Weiyu blushed in embarrassment, Fang Qiyan didn't look this way, he sipped his wine and joked with the boy.

"Qi Yan, why did you invite me to the bar today? There are so many people here, are you not afraid of being photographed again?" Luo Sirao said while biting his glass.

Fang Qiyan stroked his soft blond hair and said, "You're going back to America tomorrow, I want to see you."