Sweet Wife, be Good!

In fact, at this level, not remarrying is nothing more than a formality.

Fang Lan didn't think about this problem himself, even Zhuang Shihao didn't bother himself.

He never cared about that piece of paper, but whether Fang Lan would always be by his side.

She accompanies him through the thorns of life, accompanies him through the difficulties, and accompanies him to the flowers and brocades, and life willfully.

She was by his side before, but for the rest of his life, she will always be by his side.

...

Zhuang Shihao went to pick up Fang Lan, and after getting in the car, he clicked on a song.

The female singer’s voice is magnetic and comfortable, singing softly touching lyrics.

Fang Lan asked: "You seem to like these female singers recently?"

"Yes, because they are all good." Zhuang Shihao smiled.

"How good is it?" Fang Lan was a little sour together.

"For example, the lyrics of this song are pretty good, and the lyricist Huakai, do you know how many of her lyrics I have fanned? I have heard almost all of her lyrics."

This is undoubtedly the compliment and recognition of Fang Lan.

But Zhuang Shihao didn't know that Fang Lan was blooming, so Fang Lan didn't think his love was worthy of relief.

"You listen to this song, it's not bad." After listening to one song, Zhuang Shihao switched to another one.

Seeing Fang Lan's taste, he couldn't help but curl his lips.

This silly woman, when she wrote the lyrics under the stage name Huakai, had never told him, if it hadn't been because he had sensed this, I'm afraid he would still be kept in the dark.

After sensing this, Zhuang Shihao went to check the situation of Huakai, and only then knew that Huakai was indeed Fang Lan.

Her current writing style has also changed. There were a lot of sad words before, but now there are many words longing for the passion and sweetness of love.

"Very good, President Zhuang? How long will you have to listen to?"

"Can you keep listening?" Zhuang Shihao asked rhetorically.

"Of course it can. It's all Mr. Zhuang's personal preference." Fang Lan smiled and took out his mobile phone. "Then Mr. Zhuang listens slowly, and I also look at my husband Yun."

"What kind of husband Yun?" The man's expression changed.

"Well, isn't there a male celebrity who plays the role of a national husband very well recently? Everyone regards him as her husband, and I also quite like him."

Zhuang Shihao did not speak and turned off the music.

Fang Lan also turned off the video.

When he arrived at the parking lot of the community, Zhuang Shihao reached out and held up her head: "I am the only husband, eh?"

"Yes, but what lyricist do you like. Do you want to meet the lyricist?"

"Yeah, I like her for a day or two, and I will continue to like her. I listen to her during the day and listen to her during sleep. Does Mrs. Zhuang have any comments?"

Fang Lan changed his face slightly: "No, as you like."

"I just like her. I like it so much that I can't help myself. I can't do it for a day. Do you think so, lyricist Ms. Huakai?"

The man's voice was low and full-bodied, and his smile overflowed.

"You know?" Fang Lan looked at him in surprise.

"I didn't deliberately searched for you. I was moved by your lyrics before. I had a hunch that it was you, so I asked about it. It really was you." Zhuang Shihao confessed, "Can you always like this lyricist now?"

Although Fang Lan didn't deliberately conceal this matter from him, because the lyrics are the secret world of his heart, it is quite uncomfortable to be known by him just like that.