Sweet Wife, be Good!

Shihao Group.

Assistant Zhang only felt that President Zhuang's mood had been unpredictable all day, and he was very uncomfortable dealing with it cautiously.

I don't know what happened?

Under such circumstances, he thinks it is better to ask Fang Lan.

Who knew that Fang Lan didn't answer the call, and failed to get through several times.

Zhuang Shihao asked: "What are you doing?"

"No, nothing." Assistant Zhang was even more frightened.

This is really terrible, right? Even Mr. Fang hasn't answered the phone anymore, which shows that the matter is really big.

Zhuang Shihao pulled his tie, obviously already pulling it loosely, but he felt that he couldn't breathe.

When he was annoyed, Fang Lan called: "Shihao, I won't come back for dinner at night, and have dinner with friends. You take Youyou, don't wait for me, go to bed early."

Zhuang Shihao put down the phone, thinking of what she had sent last night, she was very mindful of other men...hearted and minded...

What man? Who will it be?

Zhuang Shihao asked Aunt Zhang to pick you up in the afternoon, went to Yaoshi Media, and sat at the intersection and waited.

Afterwards, he saw Fang Lan walking out with Xu Yaorong.

Zhuang Shihao squeezed the steering wheel tightly and wanted to go forward, but he couldn't move at all. He was afraid that once he appeared, he would face the worst result.

He and Fang Lan are not married yet, and they are still free for each other... He has no position, and is even more afraid of losing more positions.

"Fang Lan, Xiaoqin always said that he wanted to see you, so I kept you for dinner."

Xiaoqin was the girl who gave Xu Yaorong food last time, and Xu Yaorong agreed to try her out.

After so long, Xu Rongyao also gradually developed a feeling in the process of contact with Xiaoqin, and the two finally officially confirmed the boy and girl friends.

Xiaoqin always remembers the last time Fang Lan helped her give Xu Yaorong food, so she specially invited Fang Lan to dinner together.

Fang Lan couldn't refuse, so she agreed.

However, she also wanted to see when Zhuang Shihao came to find out about her frank trumpet.

The trumpet matters are his responsibility, and Fang Lan must let him speak out in person.

Zhuang Shihao watched Fang Lan and Xu Rongrong enter the restaurant. He closed his eyes and sat in an empty car. It was only early autumn, and the wind outside the window was extremely cold.

When Fang Lan returned home, Zhuang Shihao was already asleep.

She went to the guest room lightly to take a shower, then returned to the bed and lay down beside him.

As soon as she lay down, the man rolled over and pressed her down, kissing her hard and anxiously.

"Hey, Zhuang Shihao..." Fang Lan was tired, and didn't like such disorderly kisses.

Zhuang Shihao was rejected by her, and his heart sank coldly: "Lan Lan."

The wounded voice was low and heavy, like a wounded beast.

At this moment, Fang Lan also felt distressed and realized that men would also be hurt.

She replied in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

"Shall we get married?" Zhuang Shihao's voice was low, and in the dark night, it seemed extraordinarily long.

"No, didn't I say not to get married? You promised me too." Fang Lan shook his head, "Why do you suddenly talk about this?"

Zhuang Shihao turned over and got off her body, his voice was low and inaudible: "Go to sleep."

"You have nothing else you want to tell me?" Fang Lan asked.