Sweet Wife, be Good!

After all, Fang Lan failed to drive Zhuang Shihao back by himself.

She was so tired that Zhuang Shihao changed her seat and drove home.

She fell asleep when she got home and didn't care about what happened on the Internet.

Zhuang Shihao didn't care.

He only asked Assistant Zhang to ask for the surveillance video after the incident, and told him to send it directly. It was justified and unfair. He didn't even watch the video himself.

He doesn't need to look, he also knows that the matter has nothing to do with Fang Lan, and he also knows that everyone should see his love for Fang Lan.

He got up early in the morning and glanced at Weibo.

When she saw the video that Qiao Wanyi took away the warning and deliberately shook the shelf, his eyes rolled red, flashing a hint of shock, and then he calmed down.

Back then, Qiao Wanyi also did a lot of things that blamed Fang Lan, and the addition of Shanglan’s glass of wine caused him to conceive Fang Lan with Youyou. He couldn’t let go of everything in his heart, and Fang Lan misunderstood the entire four. year.

What happened last night was just a repeat of history. It also reminded him of his blindness and how absurd he was.

He looked down at Fang Lan, she was sleeping soundly, her brows became obedient, and she felt the temperature of his chest and moved closer to him subconsciously.

She would have this look only when she fell asleep. When she was awake, she was always covered with armor, protecting the distance between her and him.

Zhuang Shihao understood that it was the injury he had done before, and it created the protective color on her for a long time.

She is strong on the outside and deep in her heart, fearing that history will repeat itself again.

"Lan Lan." Zhuang Shihao whispered, and this sound went deep into his bones.

Fang Lan woke up in his eyes, she reached out and touched the corners of her lips: "Am I drooling?"

"No. It's mine." Zhuang Shihao looked into her eyes amusedly.

Fang Lan gave him a punch: "Perverted. Where is my son?"

"Aunt Zhang has been sent to school." Zhuang Shihao smiled over his eyes, "You will sleep for a while."

Fang Lan pulled the quilt around herself: "What are you going to do?"

He always felt that when he said that he would sleep for a while, his tone of voice felt like he wanted to wipe her out.

Zhuang Shihao pointed her nose: "Liar."

"When did I lie to you?"

"Last night you said so nicely that you want to give me medicine. As a result, I didn't wake up until this time when I slept. Is it going to make me die?"

Fang Lan was a little guilty, yes, she said so well last night.

But the words that came out were not gentle: "Forget it if it hurts to death. This bit of pain can kill you. It's not interesting for you to live, President Zhuang?"

"As long as you are still there, it will be interesting." Zhuang Shihao took her hand to his lips.

Fang Lan's heart was warm, but he pulled out his hand: "Where do you get the local love story? Turn over and let me see the hurt."

He turned over, the injury on his body was not so red after one night, but the bruise was worsened. Fang Lan felt distressed, so he took the medicine and applied it.

"It's better to be a wife." Zhuang Shihao whispered.

Fang Lan increased his strength, Zhuang Shihao groaned in pain, Fang Lan reduced his strength and rubbed gently.

There were smiles on the corners of Zhuang Shihao's eyes and eyebrows.

"Okay." Fang Lan threw away the medicine, "I'll wash my hands."

Zhuang Shihao got up and hugged her: "I'll go washing with you."

Although he was injured, his physical strength was too good to say anything, Fang Lan whispered: "Why didn't you hurt you to death just now?"