The afternoon sun will not be very big, white clouds surround the clear blue sky, and the cool breeze blows in through the cracks in the car window, blowing the broken hair of Yan Sheng's sideburns.

After Yan Sheng finished speaking, Fu Zhan did not speak immediately, there was silence in the car for an unknown amount of time, Yan Sheng looked at his side face, his expression was also entangled, and tried to call Fu Zhan: "Husband......"

Fu Zhan quickly hummed this time.

Yan Sheng's eyes stared at him, thinking

"One Phase" One Hundred and Twenty: Dating is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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