Sweet Wife, be Good!

By the way, Fang Lan hasn't read the divorce agreement seriously, anyway, she doesn't care about the property, she just wants to take good care of her body and lead a beautiful new life.

But don't have any unfinished business.

Zhuang Shihao put down the fruit basket, reached out his hand to remove the medical record on the bedside, and flipped through it.

It seems that Fang Lan does have to recuperate for a while before being discharged. The doctor's advice is to cultivate quietly, eat lightly, and stay in the hospital for observation at any time.

And she, still thinking about running out to play and eat hot pot?

He lowered his eyes and saw Fang Lan's eyes bright, looking at him frankly, it really didn't seem to be pretending.

Fang Lan, whom he knows, has always been restrained and prudent, taking on responsibilities outside of the house, working hard and not complaining, and is also pleasing him in every possible way.

The most important thing is that Fang Lan, whom he knows, has never been willing to let Youyou go.

"Since you have no plans to leave the hospital, stay here and take care of your body." After Zhuang Shihao finished speaking, he sat down and made it clear that he was guarding her and was not allowed to leave the hospital.

He thought that he cared about Youyou's mother, not Fang Lan himself, so it was not against his inner principles.

Fang Lan was anxious, and finally found the opportunity after her parents left her, but this man took root in this place.

She asked: "What's the last name of this gentleman?"

Zhuang Shihao's anger came up all at once, and he wanted to marry him alive, but now he has forgotten even his last name?

His face became darker: "Minggui's surname is Zhuang, Zhuang Shihao."

Fang Lan felt that this man was really terrible. No wonder she wanted to do everything possible to divorce him, but after asking what his surname was, his face turned black like this, what kind of person it is.

She smiled and said, "Mr. Zhuang, we will get a divorce, is it because there is no relationship?"

"..." Zhuang Shihao couldn't answer this question.

If it was his true intention, he would not be willing to get a divorce-without her, he would joke people around, and he would mention it. Besides, for the sake of blessings, he hadn't thought of getting there.

But are there feelings...

His eyes were blurred for a moment. He did not have any feelings for her, but he went to the master bedroom quite often. He did not deny that, physically, he had a lot of affection for her, and was even obsessed with her.

But after doing the math, he hasn't been to the master bedroom for at least three months.

Damn it! Zhuang Shihao's face became more and more serious. As a normal and healthy man, he was about to be forced to become a monk who eats fast and reciting the Buddha!

Fang Lan tried to say, "Looking at what Mr. Zhuang meant, we don't have any feelings anymore? Since there are no feelings, it's better, you'd better go back first."

"My name is Zhuang Shihao. Don't call me Mr. Zhuang!" he repeated.

Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang, why does it sound so harsh?

"Then I can't call you Mr. ex-husband, right?" Fang Lan said, calling Shihao but she couldn't say it.

It's not very polite to include the first name and last name.

Zhuang Shihao's eyes narrowed slightly: "The doctor said, you can't be discharged from the hospital for the time being, you must rest in peace. All the thoughts, please put away all those thoughts."

In his tone, there was quite a hint of arrogance, as before.

Fang Lan can imagine how she used to get along with him. Such a man doesn't know how tyrannical he is at home. In the past few years, she has really suffered, and she is so wronged that she wants to hug herself.