The Last Takeout Order Was Delivered to My Wife's Hotel

On that 43-degree day, my last delivery was two boxes of condoms and a bottle of ice-cold champagne. The consignee's name is Lin Wan, my wife. The man who opened the door was only wearing a bath towel, and on his wrist was the wedding anniversary watch I gave Lin Wan. I stared at the watch for two seconds and handed over the phone first. Please report the meal pickup code. Zhou Jiashu also recognized me. He didn't panic, but instead leaned against the door frame and smiled, his hair still dripping with water. Isn't this He Gong? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.