Mr General doted on his sweet wife

Fang LAN: [no, I won't. ]

Chu Zhuohang: [I asked Xiaozhan to look for these things. It's true. I didn't read a word. You see it for yourself, and then weigh it yourself. ]

Chu Zhuohang didn't lie. He was afraid to see what he didn't want to see, so he changed from disappointment to despair for Zhuang Shihao.

So let Xiaozhan not tell himself a word, directly after packaging to him, he forwarded it to Fang LAN intact.

What kind of person is Zhuang Shihao? Let Fang LAN judge by himself.

Fang LAN: [OK, please. ]

Chu Zhuohang: [uncle Fang, please. Otherwise, I don't want to see anything related to Zhuang Shihao. ]

Fang LAN: [it's hard for you to smile. I'll treat you to dinner later. ]

after chatting, she remembered that Bai Jingru had also given her something about Zhuang Shihao.

Everyone may be concerned about themselves, and they are also looking into how Zhuang Shihao is.

They're worried about getting stuck again, right?

It's all kindness.

However, Fang LAN chose not to watch.

She buried herself in the quilt, and their worries were superfluous.

However, in her heart, she knew better than anyone that she didn't want to see, afraid of being more disappointed and desperate.

It's better not to know.

Out of sight and out of mind is the essence of life.

She doesn't report to Zhuang Shihao, but Zhuang Shihao reports very frequently every day.

Usually two times in the morning and in the evening. If you are on business, you should report safety when you arrive.

Fang LAN did not return once, but Zhuang Shihao still sent.

She'd like to see how long he can deliver it.

Once, he sent a message: "Dad and I went to Taiji. ]

Fang LAN snorted. What's so strange about it.

It's none of her business.

However, after a while, Dr. Fang sent a picture saying that he and Zhuang Shihao had played Taiji together.

Only then did she realize that the father he said was his own father, not Zhuang's father.

Fang LAN immediately wanted to question him where the face came from.

Fang LAN: [do you want a face? ]

Zhuang Shihao:? ]

Fang LAN: [who is your father? ]

Zhuang Shihao: [dad didn't object to me calling him that. ]

Fang LAN: [then you might as well be my father's dry daughter. Let's get married. ]

Zhuang Shihao didn't return.

Fang LAN murmured to himself, but did not return.

recently make complaints about Bai Jing Lu's Tucao, which is that she feels white Jing Lu and is still facing Zhuang Shihao.

There is a faint feeling of betrayal.

So when Bai Jingru sent the news, she replied perfunctorily.

However, there is a lot of good news. Her travel prose has been published, and the response is very good.

Every time she does not write much prose, she only outlines the scenery with a few strokes, and then expresses her emotions with beautiful pictures.

Only occasionally, when I am in a good mood, I will write longer and write a large article.

The next day, Zhuang Shihao came.

Zhuang Shihao: [Aunt Zhang's son is married. He asks for leave to go back for seven days. ]

Fang LAN: [Oh, don't you wash clothes and cook by yourself? ]

on the other side, she quickly turned on her mobile phone and called Aunt Zhang to congratulate her. By the way, a big red envelope was ordered on wechat and sent it.

Zhuang Shihao: [I asked you, how many red envelopes do we make. ]

Fang LAN: [Zhuang always has money at will. ]

after a while, Aunt Zhang replied to the wechat, saying thanks to Fang LAN and Zhuang Shihao for being so polite. Both of them gave such big red envelopes. Her son will not have children for the time being after marriage, so she is willing to continue to work here.