Sweet Wife, be Good!

"Then you, dear, we will live here in the future." Fang Lan grinned and curled her lips.

Youyou nodded. It doesn't matter where you live anyway, as long as you live with Mommy, that's home.

Because Youyou’s nanny lives a little farther from here, which is not very convenient. In addition, she has asked for leave, so she is not in place yet.

For the time being, Fang Lan will do all the housework.

However, she is usually used to taking care of Youyou, and it is not a hassle. Washing, cooking, and tidying up the house are all good hands.

In fact, the ten fingers did not touch Yang Chunshui in the past, and Dr. Fang felt the pain of the only daughter.

All of these were learned after she got married, especially after having Youyou, she projected all of her love onto her son.

...

It took two days for Zhuang Shihao to come back.

The foreign affairs were a little bit tricky, so he hurriedly settled the matter and returned to Jingyuan.

After getting off the plane, he ignored the dust and said to the assistant: "How is Peng Xiuxiu's affairs handled?"

"Ms. Zhuang, everything has been arranged. She will never be able to return to Jingyuan in the future, and will never cause trouble to Fang Zong and Young Master." The assistant replied.

In my heart, I felt strange that Mr. Zhuang really didn't care about the old feelings at all, and said that he would deal with Peng Xiuxiu.

But having said that, this is indeed, Peng Xiuxiu is almost moved to the young master, which man can tolerate such a thing?

The assistant said: "And the person who threw Ms. Peng's dung last time was also caught."

"What did he say?" Zhuang Shihao asked as he got in the car.

"He and a few people are all black fans of Ms. Peng. They were not instructed by anyone. It was purely because they couldn't understand Ms. Peng and said she was... whore." The assistant said, because he had dealt with Peng Xiuxiu's affairs recently. Many artists in the entertainment industry have black fans.

Even if it is a celebrity, no matter how good it is, you can't avoid it. After all, you are not paper money, and everyone will not fall in love with you.

When Zhuang Shihao heard this, a secret disappointment flashed in his heart. He had always thought that Fang Lan asked someone to do it. Now it seems that he really misunderstood her.

But if she didn't do it, he was a little uncomfortable.

It felt like something was missing all of a sudden.

The assistant drove and asked, "Ms. Zhuang, where are you going now? Ms. Zhuang?"

Zhuang Shihao came back to his senses: "Go to the company first."

Youyou are at school now, presumably Fang Lan should also be at work.

Perhaps it is better to go to the company to handle company affairs first.

When he arrived at the company, Zhuang Shihao walked straight upstairs, and then told his assistant: "Notify Fang Lan to come over and report on the work."

The assistant smiled: "I'm going now."

Probably this is President Zhuang who wants to meet Mr. Fang, but he has to tweak first. The assistant also thinks it is a bit fun. In fact, he himself admires Fang Lan very much. He started from scratch and has now become a middle-level manager of the company.

Not everyone has such perseverance.

After the assistant went to find Fang Lan, he soon returned with a hurried expression.

"Zhuang, Zhuang..."

"What happened? The dog bit his tongue?" Zhuang Shihao asked with an unhappy eyebrow, his voice a bit tired.

"President Fang, she..." the assistant hesitated.