Mr General doted on his sweet wife

Dr. Fang said with a smile, "how can you look more like a child?"

"Because there are parents in, so I am a child," Fang LAN released them and brought you you.

Youyou has not been here for a long time. When you see your grandparents, you are in a good mood. She laughs sweetly and says, "grandparents!"

"You you good, come on, grandma made a lot of delicious food." Su's mother is also sorry for youyou. During this time, their mother and son can't see each other. Fang LAN has a happy and simple time, but you you don't know how sad you are.

Su Mu tried to make up for it and made a table full of his favorite food.

……

Zhuang Shihao went to the restaurant which had been reserved for three people by himself.

We ordered a table full of dishes and a children's set meal.

However, he faced a table of dishes, did not under chopsticks, just drank a bottle of wine.

When she came back home, Aunt Zhang was cleaning up. Seeing him come back with wine, she helped him: "Sir, what's the matter?"

Go back first. You're OK Zhuang Shihao pinched his eyebrows and waved to keep her from touching himself.

He has always been in the habit of drinking more wine outside, and he is not willing to let women touch his body.

He always thought that it was cleanliness, and that he had a close contact with outsiders that he didn't want to be close to.

But now he thought that even when he hated Fang LAN most and hated her most, he didn't hate physical contact with her.

Aunt Zhang had to let go of him, took off her apron and asked, "would you like to call a doctor, sir?"

"No," he said Zhuang Shihao's tone began to be a little impatient.

Aunt Zhang said no more and left in a hurry.

Zhuang Shihao pulled off his tie and laid himself down on the sofa.

There is only one person's room, which is very quiet. You you always likes to move all the time, running around, either taking toys or eating like a little mouse, watching cartoons, or pestering him to tell stories and read picture books.

Without blessing, the whole air is quiet, even breathing can be heard.

Drinking did not eliminate his discomfort.

Zhuang Shihao took out a cigarette, but suddenly thought of Fang Lan's words. He didn't light it after all.

When you open your mobile phone, there are a lot of SMS and wechat.

He doesn't often use wechat in his life, so all the wechat messages come up with are work information, some miscellaneous advertising contents in SMS, news from friends asking him to go out to drink, and text messages from his parents asking you how you are now.

He replied to his parents, but his finger pointed to Fang Lan's wechat.

Like text messages, he basically talks to her 90 percent of the time, and he only answers once in a while.

Slip past, see is her repeatedly sentence: "husband, when do you go home? I made you a soup of corn spareribs. The fresh corn that Aunt Zhang brought back from her hometown was glutinous and sweet

"My husband, youyou won the first prize in the painting competition at school today. This is what he drew. You see, it's very good. "

"Honey, did you get off the plane? It's raining. Take your coat. "

And he, once in a while, replied, probably with the same rate: "well, I see."

Or: "have social intercourse, you eat by yourself."

Even his heart was blocked.