Mr General doted on his sweet wife

She pushed him: "you like it or not. I don't care. "

"You are my wife. Who cares about me

Fang LAN pursed her lips: "who cares who cares?"

"I love to be in your hands."

Fang LAN laughs: "are you not in charge of discomfort?"

"It's comfortable to have a wife in charge." Zhuang Shihao was buried in her shoulder.

"Get out of the way. I'm sorry to be seen."

"We are just husband and wife. What are you sorry about?" Zhuang Shihao is attached to her.

Fang LAN asked, "when did you know that the flowers are mine?"

"Not until some time ago. But when I heard your words, I felt sad. Flowers bloom and butterflies come. Lanlan, you are a flower. I have come to look for your butterfly. I will never leave. "

"Good soil." Fang LAN laughs, but his head is on his head. His heart is happy and hard to say.

What Zhuang Shihao likes most is Fang Lan's laughter.

She often laughs first.

But now she is a lot more gentle, the laughter is light and shallow, often just pursed lips.

But he believed that, with all his heart and soul, her laughter would come back.

……

In fact, Fang LAN doesn't love Guanzhuang Shihao's private affairs. He is free to listen to any songs and stars he likes.

It was just Zhuang Shihao who was so angry with her that she had such a big reaction.

Choosing not to marry means not to interfere with the freedom of both parties.

Everyone has a little space and she won't break it.

It seems that sometimes, when she sees him chatting with wechat seriously and the corners of his lips rise, she also chooses not to ask.

In fact, he was curious in his heart. He answered wechat so seriously.

But he was so magnanimous that Fang Lan's fingerprints were left on his mobile phone password. Sometimes he would ring around Fang Lan's shoulder and reply to wechat. Fang LAN did not see any suspicious people on his wechat.

……

Fang Lan was invited to attend a school activity as a photographer.

This is a university. All the young people come and go. Here, Fang Lan also feels the youthful vitality that has been lost for a long time.

She told everyone a lesson in the auditorium. After class, the school found her and said, "Miss Fang, there are some students here who want to talk with you alone. I wonder if you can spare the time?"

"Good."

"Miss Fang, this is the list of students and the issues they intend to discuss with you. You can see if there are any inappropriate ones. If not, we will adjust some problems."

Fang LAN takes over the list seriously, and sees a familiar name, Bai Jingru.

"This white classmate?" Fang Lan said with surprise.

"This classmate Bai Jingru is a student in our school. She went to the United States for exchange before and came back recently. She is also interested in photography. Miss Fang might as well give her some advice."

"OK." Fang Lan was a little excited.

She has not chatted with Bai Jingru for some time, mainly considering that Bai Jingru's courses are quite heavy, but there are still some contacts.

And for such a long time, she and Bai Jingru have established a very tacit understanding relationship, is already very familiar with friends.

This time, she really wanted to have a good chat with Bai Jingru.

"By the way, can I meet Bai Jingru alone first? I've lived in the United States, and I may share a common language with her. "

Of course, the school has no problem. First, she calls Bai Jingru in.