Sweet Wife, be Good!

As far as he has a mouth to speak.

Fang Lan ignored him and continued to play with Youyou.

Zhuang Shihao continued to shoot from the side.

Fang Lan's mood was overwhelming. Almost all the people around her had opinions on Zhuang Shihao, and she couldn't make complaints with them, so she could only complain with Bai Jingru.

Fang Lan: [That man has been taking pictures of me and Youyou, really upset. ]

Zhuang Shihao looked down at the phone and replied: [Maybe he really likes you. ]

Fang Lan: [The expression of vomiting, he stopped taking pictures, chatting with people, and finally it's not that annoying. ]

Zhuang Shihao took the phone and laughed again.

After all, Fang Lan did not leave early that night. Youyou rolled in the tent, climbed onto Zhuang Shihao for a while, and climbed onto Fang Lan for a while, with infinite energy like a little monkey.

After he fell asleep, Fang Lan chatted with Bai Jingru for a while.

Zhuang Shihao finished chatting with her, and sent it to Moments again. This time it was indeed accompanied by a landscape picture, but the most conspicuous picture in the middle was Fang Lan.

She is still wearing Zhuang Shihao's sweater, and the oversized style can tell who the sweater belongs to at a glance.

Okay, everyone in his circle of friends has almost understood his mind.

The buddies replied: "If you still love someone, go after them. A big man can bend and stretch."

Another best friend replied: "President Zhuang, turn your head back, it's so fragrant!"

Assistant Zhang replied: "The shooting technique of Zhuang is really good, and Mr. Fang is really beautiful."

Even Chu Zhuohang and Su Mi saw this circle of friends, and they were quite surprised that Zhuang Shihao was able to open up their minds.

I did not expect that Zhuang Shihao would have such a day.

Su Mi just wanted to tell Fang Lan, hold on, don't be corroded by the sugar-coated shells, let him also taste the pain.

This time, Zhuang Shihao almost announced it to the whole world. He was thinking carefully.

Only Fang Lan didn't know, Fang Lan's WeChat did not show his circle of friends at all.

Fang Lan also posted a circle of friends, of course, there is still no Zhuang Shihao in it.

...

When Fang Lan went to bed at night, she complained to Bai Jingru about Zhuang Shihao, that he hadn't been sleeping on the phone, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

Spit out, Zhuang Shihao turned over.

Fang Lan had a guilty conscience and hurriedly put the phone under the pillow, pretending to be asleep.

Zhuang Shihao knew that she was pretending to be asleep, but he leaned towards her, and across Youyou, gently pulled the quilt for her.

"Poor and decent, who wants you to pull the quilt?" Fang Lan could only complain in his heart.

The man didn't leave. Instead, he leaned down. Fang Lan panicked. What is this going to do? Isn't he thinking that he can get messed up if he sleeps together?

There are still children here, there are so many people outside!

Fang Lan had to close his eyes tightly and clenched the quilt with both hands. If he came back again, he would blow his head!

The tip of Zhuang Shihao's nose was already very close to her. He followed her breath and breathed together, the soft and sweet smell entwined on the tip of his nose.

His face was a little hot, and then his heart jumped violently, he hurriedly left her, and took two deep breaths.

Suddenly, he was a little flustered.

Fang Lan felt a little relieved when he was leaving, and thought to himself: "Could it be something wrong? Heart attack? Asthma? Does he have any family history?"

When Zhuang Shihao returned to the bed, his mood had begun to calm down a bit.