Sweet Wife, be Good!

"I'll go find him by myself." Fang Lan's document is very urgent and needs to be signed by Zhuang Shihao immediately, otherwise, she would not come to him at this time today.

The assistant hurriedly reached out to stop her: "Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang..."

Fang Lan passed him, pushed open the door of Zhuang Shihao's office, and walked to his desk.

Zhuang Shihao looked up coldly and scolded the assistant: "Did you see that I am busy?"

"I'm sorry, President!" The assistant was caught between the couple, which was also difficult.

"President, I have nothing to do with him." Fang Lan sat down.

Zhuang Shihao waved his hand, and the assistant hurriedly left as if he received an amnesty. If he stayed, he would really lose a layer of skin.

Zhuang Shihao leaned on the back of the chair, his expression relaxed, and dropped the pen that he signed in his hand: "Are you willing to talk to me?"

"Yes, President. This project is now in progress. This is an investment fund that requires your signature. It must be in place before the end of get off work. Otherwise, the entire project will stagnate and cannot continue." Fang Lan handed the document up.

Zhuang Shihao gritted his teeth: "Fang Lan!"

"If the president doesn't understand the project, I can repeat it." Fang Lan's expression did not change at all, she remained calm.

Zhuang Shihao took the file and asked, "You asked Su Mi to trouble Peng Xiuxiu?"

"I'm not as boring as I am idle. If Peng Xiuxiu ran into a senior in the circle herself, she asked for it."

"It's innocent, but Peng Xiuxiu was injured last night. Is this also something Su Mi would do? In her capacity, she definitely wouldn't do such a thing, right?"

Fang Lan listened to him repeatedly defending other women, just like what he had done countless times before. It was originally annoying, but maybe it was too many times, but now he doesn't feel that uncomfortable anymore.

She calmly said: "You also know that as Su Mi, you can't do that kind of thing. It goes without saying that who did it, why bother to ask me?"

"But she is injured! Do you know what it means for an artist to be injured?" Zhuang Shihao's tone became a little unkind.

"President, you are really good at joking, so what do you want me to do now? In addition to work, I have to take care of your women and friends if they are injured, and safeguard their safety?" Fang Lan asked rhetorically.

Her attitude was tougher than ever, and she seemed to be a different person.

She changed, a little bit, that she didn't recognize Zhuang Shihao, and she no longer followed him carefully with low eyebrows, maintaining all his emotions.

He has even refused to live with his husband and wife several times in a row.

The corners of Zhuang Shihao's lips evoked a mockery: "Why, Fang Lan, changed the way? I thought that this would arouse my interest in you?"

"President, if there is nothing else, please sign this document for me first." Fang Lan raised his wrist and glanced at the time.

Zhuang Shihao talked to her without any results. Obviously, he was impatient between his eyebrows. He picked up the pen and signed his name heavily on the document.

Fang Lan picked up the document, turned around and left without saying a word.

After she came out, she took a long sigh of relief and exhaled the foul breath in her heart. Although she had already made up her mind to divorce, she saw her husband, in front of her, doing everything possible to protect other women. At the time, the feeling of distress still beat her to a crushing defeat.