Sweet Wife, be Good!

Fang Lan hugged him and smiled: "Are you using Dadbie's phone? Where's Dadbie?"

"I'm taking a shower." Youyou said obediently, "I poured the milk on Dad."

"Just be careful next time." Fang Lan picked up Zhuang Shihao's mobile phone casually.

When Youyou just ran over, he had already moved the page to the place where the account was switched.

Fang Lan frowned slightly, glanced at Zhuang Shihao's WeChat ID, he really has a trumpet!

That head... isn't it Bai Jingru?

Fang Lan immediately switched his account to the trumpet, and saw that in the trumpet, only her name was lying on the list.

There is also the temptation message she sent to "her" just now!

Bai Jingru is Zhuang Shihao?

Fang Lan's qi and blood are surging!

So for so long, Zhuang Shihao fully knew what was on her mind? Only then will you come back so unscrupulously and boldly chase her back!

For so long, he has been listening to her to complain about himself?

Fang Lan was just a bite of blood.

Fang Lan calmed down when he heard movement in the bathroom.

She deleted the temptation message she had just received, switched back to Zhuang Shihao's large size, and pretended to be fine.

"Are you back?" Zhuang Shihao walked out casually wearing a bath towel, his figure exploding.

Fang Lan blushed, and the displeasure just now has been eliminated a lot.

The man bowed his head and kissed her: "You can eat in a while, go and wash your hands."

Fang Lan's anger has disappeared, and think about it, even though "she" had been hiding her identity back then, she had always accompanied her through the intractable post-marital boredom.

Especially, at that time, she had a lot of things that no one could tell, only "she" alone.

Thinking about Zhuang Shihao is also kind.

However, she just has something to worry about. It turns out that all her feelings are under the control of this man, and she knows nothing about him!

No, Fang Lan couldn't just let this happen.

Since Zhuang Shihao dared to open a trumpet, don't blame her for being a demon on the trumpet.

When sleeping at night, Fang Lan opened the dialog with "her" and said: [You said that if I am so contemptuous to other men, am I too sorry for Zhuang Shihao? ]

The other party responded quickly: [Do you like other men? ]

Fang Lan felt the man on the side of the bed, his breath had changed deeply, and the whole bed was a little bit cool.

Fang Lan: [I’m not sure, forget it, let’s go to bed first. ]

After speaking, she put down the phone and closed her eyes.

When Zhuang Shihao received this news, his whole body was like a piece of ice for thousands of years. After he replied, Fang Lan fell asleep.

He was extremely depressed in his chest, and wanted to wake Fang Lan to ask clearly, but she had already made a steady breathing sound.

The man didn't sleep well all night.

But Fang Lan slept very well.

After sending Youyou in the morning, Zhuang Shihao's voice was gloomy: "Lanlan, let's talk."

"It's too late, I also asked a friend to have something to do. You go to work by yourself, I took a taxi and left. Bye." Fang Lan casually kissed him on the cheek, and then ran away.

Zhuang Shihao felt perfunctory from his wife, and his mood was even more low.

He opened the trumpet and asked Fang Lan a lot of questions, but he didn't get a response. She didn't seem to be online.

Fang Lan obviously didn't care about his emotions at all, and didn't even see that his face was heavy.