Sweet Wife, be Good!

Zhuang Shihao took Youyou and was already outside, only to see that she hadn't come out, so he switched the trumpet to inquire.

Hearing that she didn't bring her coat, Zhuang Shihao knew why she hadn't come out for so long.

He chuckled softly, took off the thick sweater, and handed it to Youyou, who asked him to send it to Fang Lan.

Fang Lan got together two pieces of clothes, a T-shirt, and a thin coat. She was planning to borrow one. Who knew that everyone didn’t bring too many, because she knew that the schedule was short, so she brought one that she wanted to wear. That's it.

In this place, there are no shops or the like, and you can't buy it.

Forget it, die. Fang Lan gritted his teeth and planned to go out. Anyway, with Youyou, he should be much warmer after running for a while.

Just thinking about it, Youyou came back with Zhuang Shihao's sweater and ran to her, "Mommy, Dad said he will give you his clothes."

"What does he wear by himself?" Fang Lan asked.

"He said it's hot." Youyou nodded obediently and said.

heat? The outside was foggy, and the top of the tent was also covered with water vapor. In this weather, it is really hard to call it hot.

How does he know that he has no clothes?

That's right, Fang Lan has already asked in the parent group just now. It's hard for him not to know. Fang Lan took the coat and was really embarrassed.

After the heavens and humans fought for a long time, she still chose the desire to survive.

Zhuang Shihao waited outside, the tent opened, Fang Lan came out wearing his thick sweater, a small person wearing his sweater, his thighs were closed, and his thin wrists were hidden in his sleeves. To.

Seeing her wearing her sweater, his chest was beating very fast, hot, and his breathing was hot.

After all, Fang Lan said to him: "Thank you. I will take Youyou to play first."

She took Youyou's hand and ran forward, the thick sweater with velvet was really super comfortable and warm, and there was still the smell of him if there was no smell left on it, which made her feel a little confused.

A mother smiled and envied: "Youyou mom, your husband has a good relationship with you."

Okay? Why didn't Fang Lan feel it?

The mother smiled and said, "I see Dad Youyou has been taking pictures of you with the camera, and his eyes didn't move, it's all on you."

Fang Lan smiled, a little embarrassed, no, no, it's just that it's not easy to clarify something with outsiders.

She smiled and said, "He likes to take pictures of landscapes, and he likes to take pictures of landscapes."

She looked back subconsciously, only to hear a click, and Zhuang Shihao pressed the shutter again.

It is equivalent to taking a picture of her face.

Fang Lan was a little annoyed: "Zhuang Shihao what are you taking? Do you think my face is not big enough?"

Seeing her feeling emotional, Zhuang Shihao curled his lips instead, letting the arc spread. She was willing to talk, which made him feel better than being stern and distant in front of him.

As if all of a sudden, some barrier was broken.

"Then you can take pictures with me too." Zhuang Shihao handed her the camera.

Fang Lan realized that she was chatting with him about things that had nothing to do with Youyou, and her expression was no longer tense.

She snorted, did not answer, and went to follow Youyou's footsteps.

Zhuang Shihao followed, Fang Lan was a little frustrated, and glanced at him coldly. Why is he following?

Zhuang Shihao seemed to read her emotions and said, "Do I have to follow other people's wives? You have no objection, other people's husbands can have an objection."