Sweet Wife, be Good!

"Fang Lan!" Zhuang Shihao gritted his teeth and hung up the phone over there, which was unprecedented for him.

He has always been the only one who hangs up Fang Lan's phone. When is her turn to hang up his phone?

This is really outrageous!

Zhuang Shihao dialed Fang Lan again, but this time, he couldn't get through.

He hung in his heart with this breath, and he was very uncomfortable. He was stuck in that position and filled his heart with emotions that he didn't know how to vent.

"Where did Fang Lan go?" Mother Zhuang asked with a smile, "Youyou are hungry, we will have dinner soon."

"She's not coming." Zhuang Shihao had no choice but to suppress his emotions and said.

"What's wrong? No matter how busy you are, you have to eat. Eating will not take much time." Mother Zhuang said unexpectedly, "You are not busy anymore, is she still busy?"

Zhuang Shihao squeezed his eyebrows: "She and her friends have something to say. We have dinner together by the way, and come here later."

Mother Zhuang said "Oh" and asked, "You kid, haven't you bullied others?"

"of course not."

"It’s best if you don’t have it. Fang Lan is a nice kid. You can take care of everything. You can also educate and take care of Youyou so well. Where can I find such a good girl? Home? If you are not good to others, mom won't follow." The mother-in-law mumbled to her son while serving the dishes.

Zhuang Shihao didn't hear these words into his ears. How many times has he heard these words? I'm tired of listening long ago, and my ears are cocooned.

Since Fang Lan was about to marry him, everyone has commented on Fang Lan, saying that she is very good, there is nothing in the sky and nothing underground.

He didn't worry about a word.

While eating, Youyou sat leaning on Zhuang's mother. Zhuang Shihao wanted to say a few words to him, but he didn't know where to start.

He has neither brought Youyou alone nor accompanied Fang Lan. He really doesn't know how to start with this white, tender, sturdy son.

"Eat some of this." He picked up some vegetables for Youyou, talking about his heart of being a father.

When Fang Lan was there, he wouldn't even do this action.

Youyou squatted her mouth, her eyebrows were tucked together, and she looked at the food in the bowl without moving her eyes.

"Why don't you eat it?" Zhuang Shihao was a little dissatisfied with his behavior. Didn't it mean that Fang Lan educated him very well? How did picky eaters develop?

Youyou looked at Mother Zhuang aggrievedly: "Grandma."

Mother Chuang said funny and angrily: "Why do you add spicy beef jerky to Youyou? Youyou is still young and can’t be spicy. Come on, this beef tenderloin with tomato is made for Youyou. Come to Youyou. Eat some."

Mother Zhuang changed Youyou a bowl, and Youyou picked up the small spoon, held it firmly with her round hands, scooped up the beef and sent it to her mouth.

Zhuang Shihao was a little ashamed, clenched his fist and coughed slightly.

"You kid, why are you so reckless?" Mother Zhuang blamed, "It looks like your dad. He was like that at the beginning. He gave you white wine when he was two or three years old and almost made you stupid."

Father Zhuang knocked on the bowl: "Eat, eat!"

Zhuang Shihao stopped serving Youyou any more, and suddenly lost the channel to communicate with him, so he succumbed to dinner.

With him, Youyou also lost his vigor, just bowed his head and ate obediently.