Sweet Wife, be Good!

After repeating it for a while, he ended up just playing with his mobile phone.

For a while, it’s time for kindergarten to finish school.

From a distance, Fang Lan's car appeared, Zhuang Shihao's footsteps subconsciously straightened, his back straightened, and he looked in Fang Lan's direction.

She was wearing a loose, thin sweater and a long skirt, showing her thin arms and ankles, white and frail.

He was used to seeing her professional suit before, and he was used to seeing her lean appearance, he had forgotten when she was still so beautiful and soft.

Her short hair is not neat, but slightly curled up, looking soft and pretty.

She parked the car, walked slowly over, merged into the crowd in the line, and waited quietly.

Most of the other parents were whispering, but she was calm and indifferent like a lily. She was such a lively and cheerful girl before, but now she has become a lot quieter.

Married life has always changed her mind, right?

Zhuang Shihao walked towards Fang Lan and stood beside her.

Feeling the smell of smoke and the sense of restraint enveloped by the tall figure, Fang Lan raised his eyes.

She happened to meet the man's cold and deep eyes, and her eyebrows were so beautiful that she was stunned in the sunset.

The afterglow of the setting sun coated him with a dark glow, which made his angular features a little softer.

For a moment, she realized that this man was Youyou's father.

Zhuang Shihao clearly saw her frowning slightly. She didn't want to see herself, which made him feel sad.

"Forgot to tell you, I'll pick Youyou." Zhuang Shihao said flatly, but couldn't hide a trace of tension.

Fang Lan thought for a while: "It's okay, I want to see Youyou anyway."

Zhuang Shihao said "Well", "Why don't you stay with Youyou for dinner?"

"I made an appointment tonight." Fang Lan refused.

But anyway, she can talk to him peacefully.

Zhuang Shihao lowered his eyes, covering a touch of disappointment in his eyes.

Fang Lan looked at him, hesitated to speak, just as if he was wondering what words to say better.

Zhuang Shihao raised hope and asked softly: "Anything to tell me?"

The rare gentleness is nothing like him, but talking to Fang Lan like this makes him feel comfortable.

The brilliance of the man's eyebrows gradually increased, no longer the bleakness that was just now.

"Are you still smoking?" Fang Lan pondered each word.

Hearing her concern, Zhuang Shihao's lips widened with a smile: "Well, sometimes my thoughts are mixed, smoking can calm down a bit."

"Youyou, he...may not like the smell. It's not good for his body. You smoke less when he is there." Fang Lan originally wanted him to quit smoking, but thought that he has nothing to do with him, it's not good Make this unreasonable request to him.

So, I just hope that he can restrain himself when Youyou is here.

Zhuang Shihao understood why Fang Lan frowned as soon as he saw him. He smoked a few packs of cigarettes today, and he smelled of strong smoke. Even though he remembered to take a shower when he went out to meet Youyou Probably the taste is still too heavy.

"Sorry, today is indeed a bit..." Zhuang Shihao said.

Youyou and other children lined up.

Fang Lan was surprised, this man would say such things as sorry.

But she didn't think much about it, stepped forward to catch Youyou, held it in her hand, and whispered to him.