Sweet Wife, be Good!

Fang Lan realized that she had been scammed by herself. What kind of domestic violence? Isn't it a family member, can it be called domestic violence?

He said flatly: "I will have a meeting in the company in a while. I have been to the United States for a long time. I can't ignore the company's affairs."

Fang Lan: "..."

No matter what, he likes to go where, anyway, others don't know that he did it by himself.

Seeing him put down the bowl, Fang Lan still stopped him: "Forget it, you should take a day off."

"Yes." Zhuang Shihao sat down again.

Fang Lan said: "Then I will go back. I will call Aunt Zhang and ask her to come and take care of you."

She stood up, only to realize that her clothes were crumpled, and she didn't change it last night.

Zhuang Shihao originally planned to change it for her, but who knew she had locked the door of the master bedroom.

Zhuang Shihao raised his chin and pointed in the direction of the master bedroom: "There are your clothes in the closet."

Fang Lan went straight to the closet, found a pretty good dress and put it on, and strode out of the dirty packing in his bag.

"Don't panic, I told Dad you live here at night."

"What?" Fang Lan was so angry that he couldn't wait to punch him again.

"He called you, but you didn't answer it, you called me. I can't help but answer? What should I do if his old man is anxious?" Zhuang Shihao took it for granted.

Okay, Fang Lan bears it.

The person who did it first was indeed wrong, and she now felt that she couldn't find any reason to suppress this man.

There were large rednesses and black blues at the corners of his eyes and lips, which looked a little funny. Fang Lan could only feel a trace of relief when he looked at his severely injured appearance.

She said, "Then I'm leaving."

Zhuang Shihao didn't try to keep her, and knew that he couldn't keep her.

After Fang Lan went out, he called Aunt Zhang and then browsed through the circle of friends.

Soon she saw the selfie taken by Zhuang Shihao-this was the first time she saw him take a selfie, but for the first time she knew that he would still take a selfie.

The selfie captured the essence of his face and neck, palm prints and tooth prints, and he posted it to the circle of friends alive!

He wants to tell the world, right?

Let all the people in the world know that Fang Lan eats back the grass and did things like this with him, Zhuang Shihao, right?

Fang Lan was really angry now, turned around and knocked on the door frantically: "Zhuang Shihao, you open the door for me!"

She thought that Zhuang Shihao would open the door for a while, so she knocked hard and anxiously. As soon as the door opened abruptly, she fell forward and fell directly into Zhuang Shihao's arms!

Zhuang Shihao hugged her firmly and held her waist.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Falling can smell the needle.

The draught in the corridor blew through the door, making Fang Lan cold, and a certain kind of unidentified spirit flashed in his heart.

The man bowed his head, kissed her directly, held her waist, and pressed it into his arms.

Fang Lan was unavoidable, and for a while, his body didn't mean to avoid it.

In this way, she was successfully kissed by him.

In her sober situation.

Her face was flushed and her breathing was unstable, but when he let go, Fang Lan was still very angry and punched him: "Why do you post in such a circle of friends? What do you mean?"

"Are you looking at my circle of friends now?" Zhuang Shihao raised his eyebrows slightly, because the kiss was successful just now and he was in a very good mood, with a smile on his eyebrows.

The man who laughed was really good-looking, Fang Lan's heartbeat quickened: "What do you mean?"