Sweet Wife, be Good!

"No." Zhuang Shihao didn't hear her profound meaning at all.

He was like a wounded beast, locked in a cage, unable to find a way out.

He was full of emotions, but he didn't want to hurt her, he was fighting with himself.

"Shihao, do you really have nothing to say?"

Zhuang Shihao felt her little hand on his waist, but his heart was cold: "Lan Lan..."

The voice was dull and unbelievable.

He said, "Aren't you, what do you want to tell me?"

Or, she is going to tell him that she is leaving, and she has found the person who really wants to get married.

Zhuang Shihao held his breath, and the night was deep, entwining him and tightening his heart.

"I don't have one, but what about you?" Fang Lan asked.

Zhuang Shihao couldn't think of going to the trumpet at this moment, and Fang Lan didn't realize that a simple ridicule of his own would make Zhuang Shihao react so much.

"No." Zhuang Shihao's voice was deep.

"If you don't have one, go to sleep first." Fang Lan was not in a hurry.

She leaned in the arms of Zhuang Shihao and fell asleep soon.

Zhuang Shihao was sleepless all night.

Fang Lan has been busy these days. Several singers are preparing for next year's new album. They have an appointment with her. She has been very inspired recently.

Because she needed a special place to create, she bought an apartment as a studio, so that she could have an independent space for her convenience, and she also set up her own independent studio directly.

And because of the need for external communication, she also recruited assistants and others.

The assistant who accompanied her abroad before now becomes her regular employee.

So these days, she almost no longer has time to deal with Zhuang Shihao's affairs.

Zhuang Shihao's life this week was a bit muddled. Fang Lan came back every day with the same smile, but he always felt that she was far away from him.

On the trumpet, Lan also stopped replying to him, and stopped whispering to him.

The only passage was also closed by her.

Although Zhuang Shihao wanted to give up the trumpet a long time ago, and no longer use such a sneaky way to understand Fang Lan, but now, that channel, there is no such way, he can't accept it calmly.

When Zhuang Shihao returned home from get off work, Fang Lan had already returned and was talking to Youyou.

"In short, honest children are the cutest. You must tell him frankly about things between you and your good friend, you know?" Fang Lan said softly.

Youyou nodded.

Zhuang Shihao sat down: "What's the matter?"

"Youyou broke a good friend's pen. It was his favorite pen. He didn't dare to tell a good friend and planned to buy the same pen to compensate him. I think that compensation is very important, but you can't covertly compensate. No matter what, you have to make it clear with your good friends and get others' understanding."

Zhuang Shihao agrees: "Yes, if you do something wrong, you must be brave enough to bear it."

Youyou nodded obediently: "I know, I will tell him tomorrow."

"At that moment, let's go and buy the pen." Fang Lan said.

"Let Aunt Zhang accompany Youyou to buy. I have something to tell you." Zhuang Shihao said flatly.

"Okay."

After eating, Aunt Zhang took Youyou to go shopping outside.

Fang Lan stood on the balcony watching the evening scenery.

Zhuang Shihao stood beside her and decided to confess the trumpet to her, and also wanted to know what she thought of the feelings of the two people.