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.,The hand holding the phone had evenly proportioned and slender bones, it clenched suddenly. The streetlight illuminated the windshield, leaving half of his face in shadow, devoid of color.,Huo Mingzheng had just come out of the bathroom. After he sent a WeChat message to Fu Yan, he sat on the sofa and waited for a while but didn't get her reply. He went to take a shower.。