Sweet Wife, be Good!

"See Youyou like it. But try to be as big as possible." Fang Lan asked for two tents, so he could only choose the big one.

"Then I look at making arrangements with Youyou. I will pick you up with Youyou tomorrow morning and evening and choose with him." Zhuang Shihao found another reason to meet her.

Fang Lan remembered that he was coming over in the morning, and it seemed that he was not on the way, so he said: "Forget it, how early do you get up?

After speaking it sounded like she was caring about him, she added: "The morning time is very tight, and I don't want to delay Youyou's school time."

"I will try to come as soon as possible."

"Your company's business situation is not very good?" Fang Lan asked subconsciously.

"Huh?" Zhuang Shihao didn't know why she thought about it.

Fang Lan replied: "Otherwise, why would you have so much time?"

Anyway, as far as she knows, he has always been very busy, and there has never been much extra time for them, mother and son.

Zhuang Shihao laughed, and then remembered that before, he always arranged his own work to a full extent, but even if the arrangements were full, it would not be possible to finish them immediately.

Work can never be done.

But because of this, too many opportunities to accompany their mother and child were missed.

Zhuang Shihao’s voice is calm and unwavering, and it implies a bit of temperature: "The company is in good condition and there is no big problem. I don't want to miss Youyou's growth, so I will spend more time with Youyou in the future."

with you.

Fearing to offend her, Zhuang Shihao didn't say the last two words.

Fang Lan complained from the bottom of his heart, and was polite!

She took Youyou's hand: "Goodbye to Dad."

"Goodbye, Dad." Youyou said obediently.

Fang Lan and Youyou went home together. Youyou was still playing with the gypsophila and entered the house. He looked for vases everywhere: "Mummy, I will put all these little flowers in place."

"Well," Fang Lan didn't refuse, as he went to find the vase.

There are many vases in the house, and she also likes to buy all kinds of gypsophila, and one more bouquet is not a big deal.

Early the next morning, Fang Lan packed Youyou downstairs, and saw the empty space downstairs, where the man was standing and waiting.

In the community, people and vehicles are divided, presumably his car is parked in the underground parking lot.

The man was talking on the phone, his brows were cold, and he was wearing a dark suit. Every part of his body showed his extraordinaryness. Many people passing by would look at him openly or secretly.

Fang Lan took Youyou's hand and walked towards him.

Zhuang Shihao put away his mobile phone. When he saw the mother and son, his brows became gentle, and he said, "I'll pick Youyou."

"The child is handed over to you." Fang Lan put the schoolbag and water cup in his hand for manual work. "Pay attention to your safety, and be sure to hand him over to the teacher."

In other words, she will not get in his car.

Zhuang Shihao should have thought that she is no longer working in his company now, but still can't help feeling sad, thinking that she can send Youyou with her.

Fang Lan gave something, kissed her, and turned upstairs.

Zhuang Shihao had to take Youyou to the parking lot to get the car.

Youyou asked sensitively, "Daddy, are you unhappy about sending me?"

Zhuang Shihao realized that his expression was too serious, he relaxed, "No, I'm very happy."

"You didn't laugh." Youyou said.

Zhuang Shihao laughed, and Youyou was satisfied, "Do you like Youyou?"

"Of course I like it. Why would you ask?" Zhuang Shihao was very patient.