Sweet Wife, be Good!

Fang Lan: [No need, I won't watch. ]

Chu Zhuohang: [These things, I asked Xiao Zhan to find them, they are true. I didn't read a word. You see it for yourself, and then weigh it for yourself. ]

Chu Zhuohang didn't lie. He was afraid of seeing things he didn't want to see, and he changed from disappointment to Zhuang Shihao to despair.

So let Xiao Zhan not tell himself a word, just pack it and give it to him, and he forwarded it to Fang Lan unchanged.

What kind of person Zhuang Shihao is, let Fang Lan judge for himself.

Fang Lan: [Okay, trouble you. ]

Chu Zhuohang: [Uncle Fang, please ask me. Otherwise, I don't want to look at anything related to Zhuang Shihao at a glance. ]

Fang Lan: [Laughing expression, it's really hard for you. I will invite you to dinner later. ]

After talking, she remembered that Bai Jingru had also given herself something about Zhuang Shihao.

Everyone may be caring about themselves, and they are also investigating how this person is like Zhuang Shihao.

Are they worried that they will be trapped again?

It's all kind.

However, Fang Lan chose not to watch it.

She buried herself in the quilt, and their worries were unnecessary.

However, deep down in her heart, she knew better than anyone that she didn't want to see it, she was afraid of being more disappointed and desperate.

It's better not to know.

Being out of sight and out of mind is really the essence of life.

She does not report to Zhuang Shihao, but Zhuang Shihao reports very diligently every day.

Usually two times in the morning and evening, and one more time for business trips to report safety when you arrive.

Fang Lan didn't reply once, Zhuang Shihao still posted.

She wanted to see how long he could post.

Once, he sent a message: [My dad and I went to practice Tai Chi. ]

Fang Lan snorted, what's so strange about that.

What matters to her.

However, after a while, Doctor Fang sent a photo saying that he had practiced Tai Chi with Zhuang Shihao.

She realized that the father he said was his father, not his father.

Fang Lan immediately wanted to question him where his face came from.

Fang Lan: [Do you want a face? ]

Zhuang Shihao: [? ]

Fang Lan: [Who is your dad? ]

Zhuang Shihao: [Dad didn't object to me calling him that. ]

Fang Lan: [Then you might as well be my dad's goddaughter, let's just marry Jin Lan. ]

Zhuang Shihao didn't return.

Fang Lan murmured to herself, but did not reply.

She has recently vomited less with Bai Jingru, but she feels that Bai Jingru is still facing Zhuang Shihao.

There is a faint feeling of betrayal.

So when Bai Jingru sent the news, she responded very perfunctorily.

However, there is a lot of good news. Her travel essays have been published, and the response has been very good.

Every time she doesn't write much prose, she outlines the scenery in a few strokes, and expresses her emotions in a few strokes, accompanied by beautiful pictures.

Only occasionally when I am in a good mood, I will write a longer one and write a large article profusely.

The next day, Zhuang Shihao came to WeChat.

Zhuang Shihao: [Aunt Zhang’s son is married, and he asked for leave to go back for seven days. ]

Fang Lan: [Oh, don’t you have to wash your clothes and cook by yourself? ]

On the other side, he quickly turned on the phone and called Aunt Zhang to congratulate her. By the way, he clicked a big red envelope on WeChat and sent it over.

Zhuang Shihao: [I'm asking you, how many red envelopes shall we pack. ]

Fang Lan: [Zhuang always has money and is free. ]

After a while, Aunt Zhang replied to WeChat. In her words, she thanked Fang Lan and Zhuang Shihao for being so polite. Both of them gave such big red envelopes. Her son will not have children for the time being after marriage. She is willing to stay here. Work here.