Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

He stubbed out his cigarette, didn't hail a driver, but instead took the car keys and went to the garage, driving away from the old house.,It's late now, the windows on the twelfth floor are dark, there's no light, she must be asleep.,Thinking back, Fu Hanlin often drove to Fu Yan's residence. He never bothered her, just sat in the car. By behavior alone, he was considered a gentleman.。