Sweet Wife, be Good!

"I want to ask you something." Zhuang Shihao frowned and continued to ask.

There was a small night light in the children's room, and with the sound of his progress, the small night light had already turned on a dim light.

He could see the picture of Fang Lan closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep very clearly.

So now she didn't answer his question, which made him feel very annoyed.

Fang Lan was awakened by him. She was already extremely sleepy, but now she was completely drowsy, and her tone was very bad: "You are okay, are you satisfied?"

Sure enough, it was all right.

Zhuang Shihao seems to have found a reasonable reason for his absence today.

He snorted: "Since it's okay, you lied to me back in such anxiousness?"

Fang Lan didn't speak, no matter what he thought, she didn't want to talk to him again. She was too tired and needed a rest, and wanted to shield all interference from the outside world.

"Go to the master bedroom." Zhuang Shihao said it for granted.

Fang Lan also knew what these three words meant.

However, Fang Lan couldn't be in the mood to deal with him, and she felt that the desperate love she had for him before, now it has become difficult to find a trace.

However, she didn't want to make noise in Youyou's room, the child obviously showed a trace of displeasure, as if she was disturbed by these voices and her dreams.

"Youyou dear, mommy is here." Fang Lan stretched out her hand and patted Youyou lightly.

Zhuang Shihao's gaze fell on his son's little face for a moment, and a slight softness rose in his heart, but when Fang Lan looked up, his expression was still cold and serious.

Fang Lan picked up the quilt, stood up, and walked outside the door.

As soon as he left, Zhuang Shihao hugged her, pressed her against the door, and kissed her.

There is no gentle movement, just coming up straight to the subject.

Fang Lan had rejected him for many nights, and Zhuang Shihao suppressed this emotion for a long time.

Feeling the man's emotions, Fang Lan's heart was even more violent. He raised his hand and slapped him heavily on his face.

Zhuang Shihao's face was beaten to the side. He gritted his teeth and his expression became even colder: "Fang Lan, you haven't played enough **** and indulgence tricks? Isn't it because you want to see me and use your son to make me Go home early and come to your master bedroom? Hanging me and trying to tease me, do you really think you are the only woman in this world?"

"Zhuang Shihao, you are shameless!" Fang Lan's hand was also sore, with tears in her eyes, but she stared at him stubbornly.

"I'm shameless? Isn't it what you want?" Zhuang Shihao looked coldly.

Fang Lan bit her lip, but in the next second, she became very firm: "Zhuang Shihao, between us, it's over!"

"What do you mean after playing?" Zhuang Shihao grabbed her wrist, "Fang Lan, tell me clearly!"

"It means..." Fang Lan's words "divorce" whirled between her lips and teeth, but the next second, Zhuang Shihao's cell phone rang, breaking her lingering thoughts in her heart.

Zhuang Shihao answered the phone, just responded a few words, and said: "My parents are coming to see Youyou tomorrow. Fang Lan, I won't come to the master bedroom tonight, but don't forget, we are a husband and wife, I have The right requires you to travel as a husband and wife, eh?"

After speaking, he turned and entered the study, only to give her an indifferent back.

Fang Lan followed the doorway and sat down slowly, inserting her hands into her hair. In the emotions, the one who took the initiative was always humble.