Mr General doted on his sweet wife

The man is carrying a face to come out, Fang LAN is caught off guard, the smile on the face is frozen, he has not left?

"You didn't drink a lot of black chicken soup last night. I served it in the morning. You like to eat vegetables, so I specially added a few more for you. " Zhuang Shihao put his face on the table.

Fang LAN sat down silently and took a bite.

The black chicken soup is very fragrant, and the noodles are smooth and delicious. Her eyes brighten a little. She is very good at cooking and is keen on cooking. However, some people still enjoy this kind of life.

Yes, why should he be cheap? He doesn't pay for the comfortable enjoyment.

LAN's trilateralism is no longer responsible for her life.

Just like he did before.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on her lips. Zhuang Shihao also sat down. Seeing her smile, he also hooked his lips.

He also placed a bowl of noodles in front of him, because he had been watching Fang LAN eat carefully, he had not started.

Fang LAN handed the bowl over: "I want it."

"Well." Zhuang Shihao gave her half of the noodles.

"Not enough."

Zhuang Shihao didn't say anything, gave it to her directly, and then kept staring at her to eat.

Fang Lan's appetite is not very large. In fact, he has just eaten a bowl. He asked Zhuang Shihao for it, but he didn't want him to eat well.

Now he gave her a whole bowl, piled up in her bowl, she could not eat any more, no matter how delicious the delicious food was, when she was full, she would add it to her mouth, all of which belonged to punishment.

Therefore, Fang LAN can only pick one root to send to the mouth, eat a little difficult.

"Is that enough?" Zhuang Shihao asked, "if not, I'll cook you some more."

"Not bad." Fang LAN in his sight, had to continue to eat, but eat is a little bit of effort.

With a slight smile, Zhuang Shihao seemed to see her through. He looked at her with his arms in his arms.

Finally, Fang LAN pushed the bowl and said, "I'm full. No more! "

Zhuang Shihao dragged her bowl, picked up her used chopsticks and ate noodles.

Fang Lan was stunned. He didn't dislike it.

What about Chuang Shihao?

In Fang Lan's sight, Zhuang Shihao quickly finished the noodles and put the bowl in.

There was the sound of water in the kitchen, and the sound of dishes crashing.

It seems that he has washed the bowl at will.

Fang LAN saw that when he came out, his sleeves were pulled up and his small arms were exposed. He said with a smile, "Mr. Zhuang has done a good job as a cleaner."

"Too much." Zhuang Shihao agreed and then answered a phone call. "I'll go to work first. I'll see you in the evening."

See you in the evening? Who made an appointment to see him in the evening?

Fang LAN wants to make complaints about him. He's talking to people on the phone. She has to give up. When Zhuang Shihao leaves, she looks around the room, the room of the blessed rooms, and the two rooms. The bed is not moved. Is he probably in the living room for a night?

But how did he leave with his shirt so neat?

In the next few days, Zhuang Shihao came to work. Sometimes he came to dinner with Fang LAN. Sometimes he came back from social activities and just came to sit for a while. Sometimes he stayed overnight. Even if Fang Lan was shut outside the master bedroom, he didn't mind.

Sometimes Fang LAN doesn't pay any attention to him at all. When he is there, Fang LAN only takes him as air.