Sweet Wife, be Good!

It is said to be the opposite, with such a large area and sparsely populated, it is also a five-minute drive away.

"You sleep on the sofa." Fang Lan is not polite to him at all, and his comfort is most important.

Zhuang Shihao never thought about letting the little woman go to sleep on the sofa, turn over, and go to the sofa.

Fang Lan evaded and went to bed.

Youyou blinked: "Why can't we sleep like in a tent?"

"Because this is not a tent," Fang Lan said, pressing him into the bed, "sleeping."

She turned off the light.

Youyou still refuses to sleep: "I haven't told a story yet."

No matter what Fang Lan thinks, telling stories can alleviate the embarrassment.

If it weren't for the special circumstances, if it wasn't for the sake of seeing him send the phone and card, she would be blamed for keeping him.

She told the story in a low voice, and Youyou listened quietly.

The gentle and smiling voice swayed back and forth in the room, and also swayed gently at the pinna of Zhuang Shihao.

He was also fascinated by simple stories.

The sound of rain gradually started outside the window, but the room seemed extraordinarily quiet.

Youyou fell asleep, Fang Lan stopped her voice, and the three of them heard each other for a while.

The room is not too big, and all the sounds in the dark are twice as clear as when there is light.

Fang Lan kept turning over, feeling that Zhuang Shihao was really annoying and disrupted her peaceful life.

Zhuang Shihao slept peacefully. He didn't move, but Fang Lan's faint sound was in his ear.

He rarely slept with her in the same room in the past. He usually went to the master bedroom and would leave soon and would not stay long.

The experience of staying in the tent was already a rare experience, and this time, it was even more special.

He wanted to take a cold shower, but he didn't want to disturb her and Youyou.

What's more, it's too much to cover up.

Finally, Fang Lan let out a faint breathing sound, and Zhuang Shihao finally fell asleep in the breathing sound.

Early the next morning, the room service finally delivered Zhuang Shihao's clothes.

In the next few days, Fang Lan thought he was going to work, but he didn't. Instead, he borrowed a wheelchair and proposed to take Youyou and Fang Lan around.

Fang Lan is a person who likes to travel around the mountains and water. Yesterday, I was bored in the room all day and it was a pity. Today, it was sunny again and the sun was shining, so she could not resist this temptation.

Zhuang Shihao drove her and Youyou to the destination, put down the wheelchair, sat with her in his arms, pushing her and holding Youyou at the same time.

Occasionally, he would pick up Youyou.

The stamina was pretty good. After all day, Fang Lan was tired without walking much, but he didn't change his face, as if he was okay.

After playing like this for two or three days, Fang Lan's feet were well raised, and Zhuang Shihao was leaving too.

Assistant Zhang has called several times to urge him.

Zhuang Shihao temporarily dumped a bunch of things in the company, and naturally few people could take it for that long.

He carried the suitcase and said goodbye to Youyou.

Fang Lan looked at the sky, the tree next to him, and the people who didn't look at him.

The sky is high, and the sky blue washes people's eyes again and it feels comfortable, and the branches stretch out and sway in the wind.

The weather is really good, it's obviously hot, but it's not too hot here.

"I'm home." Zhuang Shihao finished talking to Youyou and walked to Fang Lan, "Take care of yourself and Youyou, and report to me when you are in a new place. Call me if you have something to do."

This makes sense, he is like her.