Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

It's late now, the windows on the twelfth floor are dark, there's no light, she must be asleep.,Just as he was about to drive away, he suddenly remembered the bodyguard he had sent to secretly protect Fu Yan. He hadn't contacted them for several days. After his grandfather's death, he had things to deal with every day that never ended.,Fu Hanlin placed both hands on the steering wheel, pursed his lips, and raised his eyes to look at the twelfth floor. She moved out. Will she come back to live here again。