Sweet Wife, be Good!

Zhuang Shihao patted the documents in his hand on the table: "I'll talk about it when you think about it!"

"President Fang has left her job, just two days ago."

When Zhuang Shihao heard this, he didn't get angry. The whole person was very irritable, and his mood was extremely bad: "Who approved? Who allowed her to leave? How could she leave without my consent? Also, who allowed her to leave. She left without handing over?"

"Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Fang is just a middle-level manager. She resigned, and someone below can approve it. Moreover, I heard that she had already submitted a resignation report before, and now it is considered the handover is complete." The assistant said tremblingly.

He didn't expect that Fang would leave her job. She came in under pressure at the beginning, and how much effort she had put in to gain a foothold in the company.

He didn't even expect that President Fang would leave his post and President Zhuang would be kept in the dark without knowing it...

When Zhuang Shihao heard these words reported by his assistant, he was about to throw his finger on the file. He hesitated for a moment. Suddenly there was a huge hole in his heart. He waved his hand and said, "You go out first."

The assistant glanced at him, hurried out and patted his chest. He didn't know what was going on right now.

Why did you get to this point?

Zhuang Shihao closed his eyes and squeezed his eyebrows fiercely before he got up. Without letting the assistant follow him, he went straight downstairs and got into the car.

He had never believed that Fang Lan would really get a divorce. Her tricks have always been many. From marriage to the present, they have appeared in endlessly, not once or twice. Divorce is just a means for her to retreat.

However, now, he found that he couldn't see her more and more, so he left the job? Planning to give him a crit?

Zhuang Shihao drove the car and went straight home.

Fang Lan was not even at home.

Every room is open, but there is no one person. I don't know why, it looks extraordinarily deserted and empty, as if a lot of things are missing.

Zhuang Shihao lay in the study, letting out his thoughts. After several days of exhaustion, he had already emptied him, and he was also busy processing documents on the plane without closing his eyes.

However, lying on a comfortable bed, I couldn't fall asleep.

The sun slanted to the west, and the last afterglow shone on the edge of the window, staining the room with a warm yellow halo.

The light quickly ran out, and the darkness fell.

It stands to reason that at this point in time, Fang Lan should receive Youyou and go home.

But there was no sound of opening the door.

There is no nanny to buy vegetables back.

Zhuang Shihao didn't call Fang Lan, but called the nanny, "Aunt Zhang, why didn't you buy vegetables and cook today?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I have asked for leave these past two days and I haven't come over. I'm at my hometown now, so I'm really sorry." Aunt Zhang's trembling voice came.

"Got it." Zhuang Shihao put away the phone and had nothing to say to a nanny.

However, time passed by, Fang Lan and Youyou did not go home.

This home, as if forgotten, was left behind by them.

During the period, Zhuang Shihao received several calls asking him to have dinner at night, and a few buddies answered him.

For some reason, he had always liked this kind of occasion to avoid getting along with Fang Lan, but he was too lazy at the moment, and he refused directly, causing a joking voice.

By nine o'clock in the evening, Fang Lan and Youyou were still missing.