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 car drove through half the city, into an average residential area, and finally stopped in a familiar spot.,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。