Sweet Wife, be Good!

She pushed him: "Whether you like it or not. I can't control it anyway."

"You are my wife, don't you care who I am?"

Fang Lan pursed her lips: "Who cares who cares?"

"I love being controlled by you."

Fang Lan smiled, "Are you not caring about your discomfort?"

"It's comfortable if you have a wife." Zhuang Shihao buried his head in her shoulder.

"Get up and drive, I'm embarrassed to be seen."

"We are a husband and wife, what's the embarrassment?" Zhuang Shihao stuck to her.

Fang Lan asked: "Then when did you know that the flowers bloomed were mine?"

"I only found out some time ago. But when I heard your words, I felt grief. The flowers bloom and the butterflies come, Lan Lan, you are the flowers, I am the butterfly who came to seek you, and I will never leave. "

"Good soil." Fang Lan smiled, but his head was leaning against him, joy in his heart, beyond words.

What Zhuang Shihao likes most is Fang Lan's laughter.

She often laughs before people arrive.

But now she is much gentler, her laughter is light and shallow, and she is always pursing her lips.

But he believes that he will deliver her wholeheartedly, and her laughter will eventually come back.

...

Fang Lan doesn't really care about Zhuang Shihao's personal affairs. What songs he likes to listen to and what stars he likes are all his freedom.

The matter of the blooming of flowers was nothing but Zhuang Shihao deliberately angry with her, and she had such a big reaction.

Choosing not to marry is actually not wanting to interfere with the freedom of both parties.

Everyone has a small space, she will not break.

It seemed that sometimes, when she saw him talking seriously on WeChat, the corners of her lips rose, and she chose not to ask.

In fact, he was curious in his heart, and he replied to WeChat so seriously.

But he was so open, and Fang Lan's fingerprint was left in his mobile phone password. Sometimes he would wrap Fang Lan's shoulder and return to WeChat. Fang Lan did not see any suspicious characters on his WeChat.

...

Fang Lan was invited to participate in a school event and attended as a photographer.

This is a university with young people coming and going. Here, Fang Lan also feels the long-lost youthful vitality.

She gave a lecture to everyone in the auditorium. After class, the school found her and said, "Miss Fang, we have a few students here. I want to chat with you alone. I wonder if you can spare the time. ?"

"Okay."

"Miss Fang, this is the list of students, and the issues they intend to discuss with you, you can see if there are any inappropriate, if not, we will adjust some of the issues."

Fang Lan took the list and looked seriously, and saw a familiar name, Bai Jingru.

"This classmate Bai?" Fang Lan said in surprise.

"This classmate Bai Jingru is a student of our school. She went to the United States for an exchange before. She only came back recently. She is also very interested in photography. Ms. Fang might as well give her some advice."

"Okay." Fang Lan was a little excited.

She hasn't chatted with Bai Jingru often for a while, mainly because Bai Jingru's courses are also heavier, but she still has some contacts from time to time.

Moreover, for so long, she and Bai Jingru have established a very tacit relationship and are already very familiar friends.

At this meeting, she really wanted to have a good chat with Bai Jingru.

"By the way, can I meet Bai Jingru alone first? I have also lived in the United States, and may have a common language with her."

Of course the school had no problem, and first called Bai Jingru in.