Mr General doted on his sweet wife

After listening to her, sister Cao knew that her willingness to cooperate was not strong. It was just that Qiao Wanyi was recommended by an advertiser, so Su Mi could not directly refuse.

When it was not appropriate, Cao Jie could only refuse.

Fang LAN returned home and quickly forgot what had happened.

When she went to Europe, she still had a lot of unused photos that needed to be sorted out. The photos taken during her trip to the United States also had some remarkable points. She had been contacted by a travel microblog to use them.

As she looked through the photos, she found some of them taken by Zhuang Shihao.

When he was shooting, most of them were aimed at her and Youyou, and didn't shoot much of the scenery.

However, he did not pay enough attention to the technique of shooting.

Love is a very delicate emotion. When Fang LAN started shooting before, she couldn't tell the difference.

Later, we learned that the intention is related to technology, but the scope related to technology is not large. Technology can guarantee the basic quality of photos, but only love can increase the upper limit of finished products.

There is no doubt that Zhuang Shihao's series of photos, which are full of feelings, can not be faked.

She looked at it at will, gradually immersed in it, slightly pursed her lips, a smile involuntarily emerged.

Hearing the knock on the door, Fang LAN ran to open the door.

At the door, Zhuang Shihao stood tall and straight in front of her, still carrying a food box in his hand. "Mom heard you were drunk, so she made you some black chicken soup."

"Are you going to tell the world that I've been drunk and live in a room with you?" I don't have a glance.

"She looked at the wound on my face and said," she said Zhuang Shihao explained.

Fang LAN asked, "you said I played?"

"I said I fell." Chuang Shihao came in with the food box and saw the leftover instant noodles on the table. "You always know how to cook. Do you eat this for yourself?"

Fang LAN does not want to explain too much: "the advantage of people who can cook is to do what they want, and not to do it if they don't want to."

Chuang Shihao laughed, opened the food box and took out the food inside. His actions were neat and elegant. He quickly set up five dishes and one soup.

And took out two empty bowls and two pairs of chopsticks.

It seems to be eating with Fang LAN.

Fang Lan's instant noodles were eaten a few hours ago. When youyou was not there, she took a bite of it casually. After looking at the photos for so long, she was really tired.

When I smell the food, I can't help but cry.

Zhuang Shihao handed her the chopsticks.

Fang LAN insisted for a while, but still did not resist, took the chopsticks, see him also eat with him, can not help saying: "this is not for me?"

"I knew I was going to bring it to you, so I kept my stomach and brought my own."

Fang LAN stopped talking and ate.

Throughout the dining room, only the sound of light collision of tableware, as well as the sound of chewing.

She ate in silence, and a bowl of soup came to her.

Fang LAN took a look at Zhuang Shihao's finger, and then took a few drinks.

After putting down the chopsticks, she stretched her waist lazily and said, "I'm ready. You can go back. By the way, clean up the table. "

“……” Zhuang Shihao looked at her and said, "OK."