Gu yanyuan hung up the phone, but he regretted it.
He lowered his eyes, and the light shone on his face, making him look even paler and thinner. The light mole at the end of his eye did look a little seductive at this time.
It was like an angel falling into hell.
The ultimate pure white became the darkness of despair.
The young man was a little depressed at this time.
He slowly raised his eyes and looked at the vase of flowers on the bedside table.
Ten minutes later.
The flowers were all bald.
Only the thin flower stems were left standing upright in the vase, looking even more innocent and pitiful.
The flower thought,"there must be something wrong with this person!"
*
Fu Shang was woken up by hunger.
After she hung up the QQ call with Gu yanyuan, she buried herself in the soft quilt and fell into a sweet dream.
