Mr General doted on his sweet wife

Zhuang Shihao has heard that the woman has drunk and can't drive now.

"Your address."

Fang Lan was stunned. How could the voice be so familiar?

She said it directly: "driving brother, you have a good voice and a familiar ear."

"Like who?" Zhuang Shihao rubbed his eyebrows. It seemed that the woman opposite him was really drunk.

"Like a jerk. Sorry I didn't mean to scold you... "

Zhuang Shihao pulled his tie: "say your address!"

Fang Lan said casually, and the man's voice over there was very strict: "sit in your car, don't get off the bus, and don't run around. I'll come over soon, eh?"

"Oh, well Do you drive like this now

At least Shilan Fang didn't know her address, but he didn't know her address.

After chatting for a long time, the one over there hung up the phone, and then there was Fang Lan's mumble: "I have no electricity..."

Zhuang Shihao hung up the phone and rubbed his brow.

"What about the taxi driver?" the taxi driver asked? Drunk? Young people look very patient

"Pick up the wife."

"Oh, it's good, young man. He's a wife, and he's willing to spend his time."

Zhuang Shihao laughed at himself, wife? If only it was.

Think of what they have done before, I wish to blow my dog's head with a blow.

Cough.

He coughed twice. How could he learn Fang Lan's mantra?

When he got to the place, Zhuang Shihao took a little effort to find Fang LAN.

She was lying on the steering wheel, sleeping soundly and smelling of wine.

I don't know how much I drank.

Zhuang Shihao picked her up carefully. She didn't resist at all, so she was lifted up by him.

Zhuang Shihao said in a low voice, "fool!"

Fortunately, he came here. If she changed her mind, she would be sold without knowing.

Fang Lan's face was red, and her hands naturally caught his neck. She was not drunk enough to be unconscious, but she was too lazy to open her eyes.

She knew the danger, but her eyelids couldn't be lifted. Moreover, the breath around her was familiar and smelly. Fang Lan was hard to resist, so she allowed herself to rise and fall.

Zhuang Shihao held her for a long time before he was willing to let her go, put her in the back row and fasten her seat belt.

If she didn't need to go back to rest in her present situation, he might have been holding on like this.

Zhuang Shihao started the car and drove her home without any doubt.

His home.

It's also the home he and she used to share.

He stretched out his hand and picked up Fang LAN. Seeing her whispering, he comforted her and said, "we are going home."

"Mm-hmm." Fang LAN did not refuse and nodded obediently.

Chuang Shihao's chest has been broken by something, and there is a touch of darkness floating between his eyebrows.

He almost kept holding Fang LAN into the home, and then went straight to the master bedroom.

This is his wife, the woman who wants to spend the rest of his life with.

His forehead has emerged a layer of fine sweat, not tired, her little weight, is nothing at all!

Master bedroom, just this one word, two words, has aroused Zhuang Shihao's countless thoughts.