Sweet Wife, be Good!

When Sister Cao heard her say this, she knew that her willingness to cooperate was not strong, but this Qiao Wanyi was recommended by an advertiser, and Su Mi just refused it outright.

When it was really inappropriate, Sister Cao had no choice but to come forward and refuse.

Fang Lan returned home and quickly left behind what had happened.

When she went to Europe, there were still a lot of photos that she didn't use, which needed to be sorted out. The photos taken during the trip in the United States were also remarkable. A travel Weibo also contacted her and wanted to use them.

When she flipped through the photos, she found part of Zhuang Shihao's photos.

When he was shooting, most of them focused on her and Youyou, and didn't take much scenery.

His shooting methods are not professional enough, and the various techniques are handled at will, but he can see that he has given love in it.

Love is a very delicate emotion. When Fang Lan only started shooting before, there was no difference.

Later, I learned that whether it is intentional or not is related to technology, but the scope of technology is not large. Technology can guarantee the basic quality of photos, but only love can increase the upper limit of finished photos.

Undoubtedly, the emotions contained in this series of photos of Zhuang Shihao cannot be faked.

She watched casually, and gradually became immersed in it, pursing her lips slightly, and a smile appeared involuntarily.

When he heard the knock on the door, Fang Lan ran to open the door.

Zhuang Shihao stood in front of her at the door, carrying a food box in his hand, "Mom heard that you were drunk, so I brought you some black chicken soup."

"Are you going to tell the whole world that I was drunk and still live in the same room with you?" Fang Lan glanced at the food box and didn't appreciate it.

"She looked at the wound on my face and expressed concern." Zhuang Shihao explained.

Fang Lan asked, "You said I did it?"

"I said I fell." Zhuang Shihao walked in carrying a food box and saw leftover instant noodles on the table. "You are always good at cooking, eat this for yourself?"

Fang Lan didn't want to explain too much: "The advantage of a person who can cook is to do it if he wants to, and not to do it if he doesn't want to.

Zhuang Shihao smiled, opened the food box and took out the food inside. He acted cleanly, yet elegantly, and quickly arranged five dishes and one soup.

And took out two empty bowls and two pairs of chopsticks.

It looks like I'm going to eat with Fang Lan.

Fang Lan's instant noodles were eaten a few hours ago, and when Youyou was not there, she just took a sip. She was really tired after watching the photos for so long.

Smelling the scent of the food, my stomach groaned.

Zhuang Shihao handed her the chopsticks.

Fang Lan persisted for a while, but still did not resist, took the chopsticks and saw him eating with him, could not help but said, "Isn't this for me?"

"Knowing that I want to send it to you, I will keep my belly and bring my own share."

Fang Lan stopped talking and lowered his head to eat.

In the entire restaurant, there was only a soft clash of tableware and a slight chewing sound.

She ate silently, and handed a bowl of soup to her.

Fang Lan glanced at Zhuang Shihao's finger, then took it and took a few sips.

After putting down the chopsticks, she stretched out lazily and said, "I've eaten, you can go back. By the way, tidy up the table."

"..." Zhuang Shihao glanced at her, "Okay."