Sweet Wife, be Good!

The nurse knew that Zhuang Shihao was Fang Lan’s husband because he knew Doctor Fang and Fang Lan.

Hearing his ferociousness, the nurse dared not say anything.

Zhuang Shihao realized his bad tone and asked, "I am Zhuang Shihao, where is Fang Lan?"

The nurse said: "Ms. Fang has been discharged from the hospital. I heard that she seems to be going abroad to relax. She booked today's air ticket."

Zhuang Shihao pinched his eyebrows, this woman really forgot about him and Youyou!

Still in the mood to go abroad to play.

He was in a dull mood.

When I received Youyou in the afternoon, he was not in a good mood.

Youyou was very sensitive, so she didn't speak, and sat in the back seat obediently.

When I got home, the lights were on, and the lights made people feel warm.

There was a burst of scent of food in the kitchen. Zhuang Shihao remembered the scene when he came back every day before. Youyou sat on the sofa and played while Fang Lan was busy in the kitchen. , Youyou, wash your hands!"

Then served out the fragrant soup, let everyone drink a bite to cushion their stomachs.

Suddenly, Zhuang Shihao thought that Fang Lan was back, and said, "Fang Lan!"

"Mommy? My mommy is back?" Youyou hurriedly got out of his arms and ran into the kitchen.

Aunt Zhang came out and said with a smile: "Sir, young master, are you back?"

Zhuang Shihao was immediately disappointed, Youyou didn't find Fang Lan, and her face drooped.

"My wife has never come back." Aunt Zhang said. She wanted to say the phone and she didn't call, but Zhang Zhangzui did not continue.

She hadn't heard from Fang Lan for a while. She wanted to ask Zhuang Shihao what was going on, but she knew that Zhuang Shihao was cold-tempered, so she didn't dare to ask.

"Is the meal ready?" Zhuang Shihao asked.

"It will be done soon, sir." Aunt Zhang said.

Zhuang Shihao picked up Youyou and said, "Let's wash our hands first."

He took Youyou to wash his hands, and Youyou carefully applied soap, rubbed up a full of bubbles, and then washed them away.

Habits are pretty good.

Zhuang Shihao asked casually: "The teacher taught you to wash your hands like this?"

"Mummy taught it." When talking about Fang Lan, Youyou had a little vitality and gave him the soap, "You should also wash it well, rub it with two rubs and rinse it three times. It's not a good baby if you don't wash it."

Zhuang Shihao laughed and washed his hands seriously, just like him.

After Yuyou finished washing, she ran away first.

Zhuang Shihao looked at himself in the mirror. He had tried his best to avoid Fang Lan. Fang Lan was always in this house, but here, it seemed to be completely transparent.

But now, she is gone, even he and Youyou can't even think of it, and he starts to feel that she is everywhere.

Thinking of her often sitting on the balcony pruning flowers, humming a little tune, remembering that she often rushes in the house, her figure is everywhere, and the room now looks very empty.

"Dad, it's time to eat." Youyou shouted.

Zhuang Shihao recovered from his meditation and forced himself not to think about Fang Lan anymore, but the more forced, the more difficult it seemed to achieve.

The way people think is really weird, and they always go against their true intentions.

Zhuang Shihao went to the dining table, and Aunt Zhang confessed: "Sir, the food is ready, and the kitchen is all cleaned up. I will come to clean up the dishes and chopsticks tomorrow morning. The clothes of the young master and yours are all sorted out and put away. In the little master's room."