Sweet Wife, be Good!

In these words, the connotation of showing off was too strong, and she clearly told Fang Lan that she was part of Zhuang Shihao's birthday last night.

Even if Fang Lan was a fool, she understood what she meant.

Zhuang Shihao didn't take Fang Lan seriously, and the people in the entire company had a feeling of respect for her but contempt for her.

Fang Lan looked at the assistant and said word by word: "So, did you work with him yesterday?"

"Manager Fang, of course! After all, I am the closest assistant to him, and I have been helping him with things all the time. No matter what happens, it is normal for me to stay with him. Manager Fang shouldn't mind this. Something?"

Fang Lan smiled: “Of course I don’t mind work matters, but I also hope you remember your identity as an assistant. If you have any problems at work, I will not have reservations about your identity. If it should be expelled, it will be expelled. If there is nothing else, just leave."

Fang Lan's attitude was very arrogant. She raised her chin and looked at the assistant. This little provocation is not worthy of her eyes, nor is she worthy of her heart.

If she gets angry every time because of such little things, she doesn't know how much more she will be angry over the past few years, and she has maintained a very good mentality now.

The look on the assistant's face flashed, and he turned and left.

It's just that after the assistant left, Fang Lan still flashed a faint pain in her heart when she thought of what happened last night.

In the evening, when Zhuang Shihao went home, Fang Lan was busy bathing Youyou and washing her hair. After finishing everything, she sat on the bedside and read a picture book for him.

Reading, Youyou closed her eyes, only her long eyelashes occasionally fluttered, Fang Lan showed a slight smile, kissed his forehead, and whispered: "Good night, baby."

After Youyou fell asleep, Fang Lan turned her somewhat stiff neck. Although there was a babysitter at home, she still had a lot of things at the end of the day. The things in the company at home were caught up in both ends, and a feeling of exhaustion emerged spontaneously .

She walked out of the children's room and saw the cold figure of the man standing in front of her eyes, his tie was slightly pulled apart, and she looked at Fang Lan indifferently and plainly: "I will come to the master bedroom at night."

He usually sleeps in the study room, which has a closet and a bathroom. There, his life is self-contained. There is usually only one thing when returning to the master bedroom, and that is married life.

Although Fang Lan has no feelings, his husband and wife life has never fallen, but every time he is finished, he will go back to the study to sleep and never stay in the master bedroom overnight.

In this matter, he always wanted to do what he wanted, completely following his own mind, and never caring about Fang Lan's mood and her physical state.

"I'm a little tired, and I want to go to bed early tonight." Fang Lan refused.

A rare one.

In the past, she never rejected him, and even rejoiced for it, and had one more opportunity to develop feelings with him.

But now, she really feels tired and just want to sleep well.

"Are you still angry?" The man's tone was full of inquiry. "How many times do you want me to say it, I'm just busy with work."

"It has nothing to do with what happened last night, I am simply too tired." Fang Lan stared at him, "I don't want to wait on you and take care of your feelings after finishing the company and family affairs, do you understand? "