Sweet Wife, be Good!

Looking deep into his heart, although he was full of grievances at the time, whether he was married or had **** with Fang Lan later, it was all voluntary.

A string suddenly broke in his mind. He was willing to marry Fang Lan in the first place! He likes her!

I liked it at that time.

I like her laughing and laughing behind him. I like the feeling that the laughter comes into his ears when she is not there, and it makes his ears itchy.

So even if he was unwilling, he never opposed the marriage.

Even if he felt that marriage was imposed on his head, he still went to the master bedroom on time and found out the responsibilities and obligations of being a husband from her.

He just didn't realize this, didn't understand his own heart, so he always did naive things to hurt her and put her out of his thoughts.

But subconsciously, he had already incorporated her into his eternal consideration.

It is said that he has a small three small four small five, he has never argued in front of Fang Lan, but naively wants to see her jealous, she is angry.

But in the past few years, she has been calm and steady, and has never had trouble with him because of these things.

The less she makes trouble, the more he wants to see her make trouble, his mentality has long been unbalanced and changed.

And he only saw this clearly now.

Zhuang Shihao parked the car aside, took out the cigarette, and inhaled one after another. Otherwise, he would not be able to calm his thoughts and calm the anxiety that was full of his heart.

After a while, Assistant Zhang called: "President Zhuang, do I need to drive over to pick you up?"

He has received a call from Zhuang's father and Zhuang's mother, asking him to find Zhuang Shihao and pick him up.

"No." Zhuang Shihao spit out a smoke ring deeply.

"To meet with the client in today's meeting, do I need to turn it off?" Assistant Zhang asked.

"Push it." Zhuang Shihao didn't think he could deal with those things with his current mood.

After Assistant Zhang answered, he asked cautiously: "Mr. Zhuang, can I take an annual leave these few days?"

As if for fear that Zhuang Shihao would not agree, Assistant Zhang listed the situation: "I will arrange for other assistants to take over the things that should be done. My girlfriend plans to go abroad to play, and I haven't been with her for a long time..."

"It's time to stop." Zhuang Shihao's voice was not emotional.

"Thank Mr. Zhuang, thank you."

Zhuang Shihao didn't say a word for a long time, and Assistant Zhang couldn't hang up the phone, so he could only wait for him, afraid he had any other arrangements.

Zhuang Shihao said suddenly: "You said, did I do too much before?"

"Although, Mr. Zhuang, you are very good to our subordinates." Assistant Zhang said sincerely. Zhuang Shihao is a workaholic who often delays many people around him from get off work, but he is also generous and generous, and is a person who works hard to follow him. Basically, it is not difficult to establish a foothold in a place like Jingyuan.

Therefore, there are fewer people who follow him than complaining.

"I mean, Fang Lan." There is nowhere to vent Zhuang Shihao's mood at the moment.

He is not usually an emotional person. Assistant Zhang has been following him for so many years, and he can't hold back what his relationship is with Lan, and he doesn't know what is wrong with their husband and wife.

Suddenly asked by Zhuang Shihao this way, Assistant Zhang was both embarrassed by his answer just now and didn't know how to say it.

He paused: "Mr. Zhuang, I want to tell the truth, is there still this annual leave?"