Sweet Wife, be Good!

"Hush." ​​Zhuang Shihao lowered his head and whispered softly, "This weight is not difficult for me."

"You let me go by myself." Fang Lan didn't want to be held by him at all, she was just sprained, not lame.

Zhuang Shihao turned a deaf ear, and Fang Lan didn't dare to resist too much, for fear of falling Youyou.

Youyou was very happy with this novel experience, blinking big eyes, looked at Zhuang Shihao happily, and then looked at Fang Lan again: "Daddy and Mommy can hold me at the same time!"

Fang Lan really wanted to correct him, it was Dad who hugged both Mommy and you at the same time.

Youyou was so happy that he was humming the words just now.

Fang Lan closed her eyes in shame, not seeing her or getting upset, as if she hadn't seen everything.

"Swiped Fang Lan." Zhuang Shihao looked at the blush on her face, a little bit amused.

Of course he could hold her for a while, but he reminded her for fear that she would blush with blood.

Fang Lan quickly opened his eyes, took out the room card from his clothes, and swiped it.

She didn't know if it was still raining outside, she felt that her heart was beating very fast, a little impetuous.

It wasn't until she was put on the bed that she felt a substantial sense of support in her body.

Zhuang Shihao let go of her, and she took a breath.

Zhuang Shihao hasn't let go of her completely yet, this breath just hit his face and ears.

His movements froze for a while, following this breath, his head and her directly leaned together, and the sensation of ears and temples came out.

Fang Lan pushed him away heavily: "Go, hurry up, trouble."

Zhuang Shihao straightened his waist and stretched out his long fingers to touch the position of his cheek, which was also hot.

"Then I'm leaving." Zhuang Shihao whispered.

Fang Lan didn't want to speak, and complained in her heart: "If you love to go, why do you talk so much?"

Zhuang Shihao said to Youyou, "Come on, Youyou, goodbye to Dad."

"Goodbye, Dad." Youyou still had a small cake in his mouth, and was very happy with the novel experience just now, and waved to him obediently.

Zhuang Shihao opened the door and strode out. When the door was closed, he took out his mobile phone.

I don’t know who I’m going to chat with again, Fang Lan’s eyes flashed boredom, so she likes to chat, why don’t she chat to death, what are she doing here?

Fang Lan accompanied Youyou in the hotel until late at night.

Both lunch and dinner were brought in by the assistant, and Youyou couldn't stay free, but this made him boring.

He lay on the window and kept looking out: "Why isn't Daddy coming back? When will Daddy come back?"

Fang Lan didn't know, and she didn't care.

Zhuang Shihao didn't take the initiative to say either.

"Daddy is very busy, he might not come over. Youyou will be with Mommy during this time." Fang Lan said.

As soon as I finished speaking, I remembered that I told Youyou countless times on my old phone.

The mood fell down all at once, and the throbbing in his chest had long since disappeared.

She would rather live on her own for the rest of her life than to pester this kind of man again. Is she going to enjoy widowed parenting again? Widowed marriage?

It's better to be directly widowed.

She will still remember to take Youyou to burn him paper and go to the grave.

After thinking about it, I felt much better, and said to Youyou: "Anyway, when Dad didn’t come, we were very happy, right? After Mommy’s feet are well raised, I will take you to more fun places. ."