Sweet Wife, be Good!

Zhuang Shihao doesn’t know how to shoot or photography, but he can see that only a person who loves him deeply can take him so good-looking, tall, and artistic, which will make him feel soft even if he has a cold face. Light.

Because of the person shooting, there is soft light in his eyes.

Flipping through, Zhuang Shihao didn't have the courage to continue turning forward, because he hadn't read these seriously before, and he didn't have the habit of watching the circle of friends. As for what she posted, he didn't care.

So, he didn't care about it before, let alone like it, just think about it for a moment and feel her emotions.

However, those photos of his own gentleness only appeared in her circle of friends a long time ago, and the closer the time is now, the less.

He sat for a long time, it was late at night, and then he drove home.

When returning home, Youyou fell asleep in Aunt Zhang's arms.

Aunt Zhang told him: "I wanted to take Youyou to bed, but he woke up as soon as I put it down, and shouted for Mommy. I can only sleep with him."

"I'll come." Zhuang Shihao took it, and Youyou really woke up, muttering like a whisper, like crying.

Aunt Zhang also felt distressed. Youyou was the one she looked at the grown-up child. She said, "Sir, don’t be surprised if I say something. The young master has always been taken care of by his wife. If the wife can watch him more , Young Master should be happier."

Zhuang Shihao hugged Youyou, frowned and pursed his thin lips slightly. He admitted that Youyou really needed Fang Lan, but he was resisting the fact that he also needed Fang Lan.

Maybe it took me only four years to get used to Fang Lan's existence, and now that she is not here, I will be lost.

But that doesn't mean that Lan has anything to do with each other. After a long time, it's right to get used to the days without her.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Aunt Zhang didn't feel good to continue speaking, and just said: "Then I will go back first."

Zhuang Shihao hugged Youyou into the room, and Youyou whispered: "Mummy."

"Daddy is here, going to bed soon, and going to school tomorrow morning."

Youyou fell asleep again in a daze, Zhuang Shihao hugged Youyou for a while, and when he put him down, he didn't toss and fell asleep completely.

Zhuang Shihao returned to the master bedroom, but couldn't sleep. In the master bedroom, her breath was the strongest. The whole room was full of quilts and the bed was full of her fragrant and soft smell.

He got up and went to the study.

He couldn't sleep even more. Everything here seemed to be no longer comfortable. He used to insist on sleeping here every night, just wanting her to know that he and her were married, but they would never be a normal couple.

At this moment, these words circled in his mind, so that Zhuang Shihao was insomnia and could only sit up and smoke.

In the middle of the night, he called Assistant Zhang.

Assistant Zhang was awakened in the middle of the night, groaning, but he didn't dare to say aloud, so he cheered up.

"You said Fang always came to the company that day, why?" Zhuang Shihao asked, his voice sober and hoarse.

"Huh?" Assistant Zhang's mind hasn't turned around yet.

"I just want to know whether the company's private and confidential information will be leaked to unrelated people!" Zhuang Shihao said. Fortunately, if he is on the phone, if he is in person, he will definitely be aware of his guilty conscience at the moment.

Assistant Zhang finally reacted: "You said that was that day? It was Mr. Fang who came to say something to the young assistant that day. I asked him. The young assistant didn't understand himself, so he asked Mr. Fang privately. Mr. Fang was also kind, come here. Did a favor."