Mr General doted on his sweet wife

It was because she knew Dr. Fang and Fang Lan that Zhuang Shihao was Fang Lan's husband.

Hearing his ferocity, the nurse was afraid to say more.

Zhuang Shihao realized his bad tone and asked, "I'm Zhuang Shihao. What about Fang LAN?"

The nurse then said, "Miss Fang has been discharged from the hospital. I heard that she seems to have gone abroad to relax. She has reserved the ticket for today."

Zhuang Shihao pinched his eyebrows. This woman really forgot him and youyou!

And I'm in the mood to go abroad.

He was in a blue mood.

When he received youyou in the afternoon, he was not in a good mood.

Youyou was very sensitive, so he didn't speak and sat quietly in the back seat.

Back home, the light is on, the light makes people feel warm.

The smell of food came from the kitchen. Zhuang Shihao remembered that when he came back every day, it was like this. Youyou sat on the sofa and Fang Lan was busy in the kitchen. He would raise his voice and shout, "Shihao, Youyou, wash your hands!"

And then bring out the delicious soup, let everyone drink a cushion stomach first.

At that moment, Zhuang Shihao thought it was Fang LAN who came back and said, "Fang LAN!"

"Mommy? My mommy's back? " You you quickly came down from his arms and ran to the kitchen.

Aunt Zhang came out and said with a smile, "Sir, young master, are you back?"

Zhuang shihuodun is disappointed. Youyou doesn't find Fang LAN, and his small face droops down.

"My wife hasn't come back." Aunt Zhang said, originally wanted to say that the phone also did not call, but Zhang ZhangZui did not continue to say.

She has not heard from Fang LAN for a while. She originally wanted to ask Zhuang Shihao what was going on, but she did not dare to ask Zhuang Shihao because he was cold-natured.

"Is the meal ready?" Asked Chuang Shihao.

"In a moment, sir." Said Aunt Zhang.

Zhuang Shihao picked up youyou and said, "let's wash our hands first."

He washed his hands with youYou. Youyou carefully smeared soap, rubbed up full bubbles, and then washed them off.

It's a good habit.

Zhuang Shihao casually asked, "the teacher taught you to wash your hands like this?"

"Mommy taught it." Mention Fang LAN, you you this just had a little vitality, give him the soap, "you also want to wash well, one wipe two rub three rinse, do not wash is not a good baby."

Chuang Shihao laughed and, like him, washed his hands seriously.

Youyou finished washing and ran away first.

Zhuang Shihao looked at himself in the mirror. He tried his best to avoid Fang LAN. Fang Lan was always in this house, but in his place, it was like being completely transparent.

But now, she is not here, even he and youYou can't remember. He starts to feel that she is everywhere.

Think of her often sitting on the balcony to cut flowers, humming a tune, think of her often in the room, everywhere her figure, now the room, it seems particularly empty.

"Daddy, it's dinner." You you cried.

Zhuang Shihao came back from his meditation and forced himself not to think about Fang LAN any more. However, the more forced he was, the more difficult it seemed to achieve.

People's way of thinking is really strange, always with their own true intentions, against the.

When Zhuang Shihao went to the table, Aunt Zhang said, "Sir, the food is ready, and the kitchen is all tidy up. I'll come and clean up the dishes early tomorrow morning. The young master's clothes and your clothes have been arranged and put in the young master's room. "