Sweet Wife, be Good!

So in the darkness, they heard each other's breath.

For a while, just for a while, she thought secretly.

However, when he reacted, the man kissed his lips.

This bastard!

Fang Lan exploded!

The ability to take an inch and a foot has improved, right?

She shouldn't have let him in from the beginning!

She shook her fist, but in the darkness, she was accurately caught by the man, and his hands were cut behind her back.

She only knew that the last time he was able to hit him, it was entirely because he was merciful, and saw her drunk so he didn't evade.

But when facing his strength, some of her fists and legs were nothing at all, and they couldn't effectively contend with him at all.

On the contrary, this kiss was exceptionally gentle, and Fang Lan couldn't avoid it, and couldn't avoid it.

By the time she regained her sanity, it had been a while.

There was a mess in her mind, and her breathing became rapid.

Zhuang Shihao whispered: "I owe you a sorry word, Fang Lan, for everything before."

Fang Lan gritted his teeth: "You owe me more than a sorry sentence! Do you think that a light and flirty sentence of sorry can make me forgive you? You are really thinking too simple."

"Sorry is not enough. So, what about the whole life?" The voice in the ear became warm, and it penetrated into the brain little by little.

Fang Lan sneered: "President Zhuang, do everything possible to let me retreat. I have retreated now."

Little by little, Zhuang Shihao's heart was passed into Zhuo Xin's pain, and he whispered: "Now I am facing the difficulties."

"Things are not as beautiful as you think. It's not just what you want." Fang Lan's voice became cold.

"I will work hard." Zhuang Shihao whispered.

"..." Fang Lan had nothing to say.

The sound of wind and rain passed by her ears, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or what, her body flinched, and then quickly pushed him away.

It was at this time that the electricity came, lighting up the dark room.

However, there is something different in the space.

Fang Lan turned around and entered his room, closed the door, and locked it easily.

Zhuang Shihao watched the heavy rain outside the window, and closed the window smoothly, covering the rain splash and low temperature outside the window.

Fang Lan didn't sleep well at night, always waking up from her dreams, then opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. The things of the past four years, little by little, came to mind.

Some remembered, some haven't.

Thinking of all these years, my mind is hard to calm down, those things are forgotten, but the feeling at that time is always entangled in my heart, those hopeless waiting, suffering, self-torture, so clear.

It is so clear that it has penetrated into the soul and cannot be forgotten.

She couldn't sleep again until midnight, turned over and sat up, sitting on the window sill in a daze against the rain.

Zhuang Shihao sat by the window of the living room, looking out the window, his heart was soft and aching, knowing that her scars would take a lifetime to resolve.

In the middle of the night, Fang Lan slept for a while.

When I got up in the morning, the sky was already bright.

The air after the rain is exceptionally fresh, and the temperature at the end of summer is also suppressed, the air is slightly cool, and a thin coat is needed.

She got dressed, went out unkempt, and smelled a particularly fragrant smell on the tip of her nose, coming from the kitchen.

"Aunt Zhang, you came here so early?" Fang Lan pulled her hair and went straight to the kitchen.