Sweet Wife, be Good!

Fang Lan helped Zhuang Shihao set up the tent, and Youyou was there to help (trouble) (chaos), but Zhuang Shihao was quick to get it done.

This tent is the biggest, and Youyou are extremely happy, "Our biggest!"

Zhuang Shihao didn't like this tent so much, he wished to be smaller.

The tent was already big, and there was a Youyou in the middle. When he and Fang Lan slept at night, they were a little too far apart.

Youyou fell asleep soon.

The night in the mountains is exceptionally quiet. Although there are occasional laughter or two from other tents, the quiet atmosphere can be felt as well as the breathing of a person in the tent.

This kind of air pressure makes people feel a little dangerous.

Fang Lan got into the bed and heard the man's breathing, and her heartbeat accelerated slightly.

She pulled up the quilt directly and covered her head.

Zhuang Shihao didn't feel her breathing for a long time, and when she tilted her head, she seemed to be asleep.

He was a little upset in his heart, but also a little hot and anxious.

It has been a long time since the divorce, the same bed in this situation is indeed something he had never expected before.

And the sweet and soft breath of her in the entire tent made his mind full of the smell of the master bedroom at home.

That place he didn't stay but often went to...

For a long time, he was pure-hearted and low-spirited. Now Fang Lan is next to him. This kind of suffering is really uncomfortable.

At this moment, his mobile phone vibrated slightly. He picked it up and it was sent by Fang Lan, and of course it was his vest number.

He laughed for a while, thinking she was asleep, who knew she was still secretly playing with her phone in the bed.

Zhuang Shihao glanced, Fang Lan: [I feel a little impetuous, should you go to school in the morning? ]

Zhuang Shihao replied: [What happened? ]

Fang Lan: [I slept with Dad Youyou, almost out of breath. I live in the same tent for school activities. It's impossible to go out at this moment, and everyone else is almost sleeping. ]

Zhuang Shihao: [Go out and take a breath, take a deep breath? ]

He didn't expect that Fang Lan's face would not change, as everything was normal, and his inner activities would be like this.

Fang Lan: [Crying expression, don't go out, I'm afraid of the dark. ]

Zhuang Shihao glanced at Fang Lan's position, her head was shrouded in the bed, and her mental activity was completely inversely proportional to her whole person.

Covered in a bed, of course I can't breathe.

He stretched his hand and pulled the quilt from her head a little bit, but the action seemed to be tucked in the quilt for Youyou.

Fang Lan let out a sigh of relief, then concealed it under the quilt, and continued to send messages to his waistcoat: [I can find a reason tomorrow, I can go back one day in advance. ]

When playing at night, I accompany Youyou without living with Zhuang Shihao.

Zhuang Shihao replied: [Are you going to see Youyou disappointed? ]

Fang Lan really didn't want to, but it was too difficult.

She looked from the quilt and found that Zhuang Shihao was also typing on a mobile phone, not knowing who he was chatting with.

She replied: [The dog man hasn't slept yet. ]

Dog man? ? ?

A trace of flame emerged from the top of Zhuang Shihao's head, and his fingers kept on: [Dog man? Brother-in-law? ]

Fang Lan: [Who else besides him? There is no such thing as a man who is more dogged than him. ]