Sweet Wife, be Good!

Even after the reconciliation, she still maintained this habit.

There are some small details, because she has been hurt before, she is especially concerned about it, and stubbornly sticks to this little principle.

Zhuang Shihao handed the bowl over, "You help me."

"Forget it." Fang Lan ignored him and took up his job.

"Give Xu Guangrong food, don't care about me?" Zhuang Shihao's tone was sad with a hint of jealousy.

Fang Lan gave him a surprised look: "Are you following me?"

"I also used to follow you, Quan Yaoshi Media knows that you gave Xu Yaorong food."

It's no wonder that this matter has been spread so much. The people in Xu Glory's position, even many artists are flattering, who wouldn't pay attention to his movements?

Fang Lan went to his office, it was time for work again, and also delivered food, naturally the person with a broken mouth came out and said.

When Zhuang Shihao recently went to Yaoshi Media to pick up Fang Lan from Qin, he naturally heard it.

Fang Lan glanced at him and couldn't help but smile: "Do you think it was me who gave it? The food I ate recently seems to have been cooked by you, and my craftsmanship has almost regressed. I'm still sending food to others."

Zhuang Shihao naturally knew that she didn't send it, but he just wanted to compare it.

"Forget it." Fang Lan served him a meal and said, "It was someone else who was chasing Senior Xu, and I asked me to deliver it."

Zhuang Shihao was contented with her meal and said, "I know."

"Know you are still competing?" Fang Lan gave him an angry look.

Zhuang Shihao smiled: "Hurry up and eat."

"By the way, I am going to the United States soon, and I have to be busy with work." Fang Lan said.

"How long does it take?" Zhuang Shihao's smile faded.

"It won't be long, it's just a little bit of the aftermath work before. Youyou will take it to you."

Zhuang Shihao nodded: "Okay."

He suddenly thought of his own Bai Jingru's trumpet, and was a little worried that Fang Lan would also see Bai Jingru this time.

Although now, in fact, they talk less, because they are busy, and there are more and less contact with each other.

"Will you go to see friends?" Zhuang Shihao asked.

"You may not be able to spare time," Fang Lan said, "Try your best."

Zhuang Shihao thought for a while without saying anything.

Fang Lan really wanted to meet Bai Jingru. She didn't see each other last time. After chatting with each other for so long, she actually established a very tacit friendship.

After eating, she turned on her phone and swiped into Bai Jingru's circle of friends, and found that she had sent a message to prepare for the exam. During this time, there were important exams to prepare.

Fang Lan silently wrote a word of encouragement, and then gave up the plan to meet, and did not tell Bai Jingru that he was going to the United States.

Zhuang Shihao felt that he should slowly reduce the contact with Fang Lan with this trumpet, and treat that Bai Jingru no longer exists in the future.

Otherwise, Fang Lan didn't know what his face would be when he really put on the gang.

Fang Lan's itinerary to the United States was quickly determined, and Zhuang Shihao took Youyou to the airport to see him off.

"Mom, Dad and I will wait for you at home." Youyou smiled happily.

He has grown taller now. Zhuang Shihao often accompanies him to run outside. He also goes to play football on weekends. His complexion is two darker than before, but he is much stronger and looks like a little man.

I spend a lot of time with my father, and he is no longer as emotionally sensitive as before. Little children have grown up.