Sweet Wife, be Good!

Fang Lan raised his eyes and looked at him, and found that he had a lot of sparse stubble on his chin recently. The man who has always been clean and tidy had a taste of roughness.

She reached out and touched his chin and was caught by Zhuang Shihao.

"Lan Lan, I want to tell you something."

"Well, you say it."

Zhuang Shihao was indeed a little hard to tell. He pretended to be Bai Jingru for many days. From that trumpet, he knew Fang Lan's joys, sorrows, sorrows, and the changes in her feelings for him in a not fair manner.

It is precisely because of this that he has the most important opportunity.

However, he couldn't always use this way to explore her heart and cheat to get her feelings.

"Lanlan, actually Bai Jingru's WeChat..."

Fang Lan looked into his eyes.

Zhuang Shihao finally said: "I registered it."

"So it's not that you know Bai Jingru at all, or that you deliberately added me and used this identity to approach me. When I was abroad before, it was also because of this that you could know my situation the first time?" Fang Lan asked calmly. .

Zhuang Shihao would rather her be angry, at least that, to prove that she has emotions and feelings, rather than the way she is now, as if nothing had happened, but the undercurrent was hidden in the depths.

"Lan Lan." Zhuang Shihao lowered his head, his whole body was shrouded in darkness, "I couldn't help it at that time, I was too afraid of losing you."

He looked up: "My fault, I am willing to bear it."

Fang Lan was expressionless.

In fact, when she learned about the trumpet, she was really angry and angry.

But she also knows that there are many last resorts.

In the past few days, her mentality has been calm, and the man in front of her, she had already known that she had delivered her heart and soul, and he took the initiative to admit that she would not be angry.

"Okay, it's okay." Fang Lan said calmly, the milk in her hand was almost cold, and she planned to warm it up.

Zhuang Shihao thought she was going to be disappointed, so he reached out and grabbed her and wrapped her directly in his arms: "Fang Lan!"

"I'm going to warm up some milk."

"Don't leave me." The man's voice was low and dull, with a strong sense of uncertainty.

Fang Lan put down the cup, only then realized that she seemed to be doing something wrong?

"What's the matter with you?" Fang Lan asked softly. He did seem to be a lot gaunt, and his whole person was surrounded by a layer of desolation.

Zhuang Shihao lowered his head and kissed her lips, pushing her to the corner of the balcony, a little anxious, holding her down, and putting her on his body.

It seems that in this way, she can prove that she belongs to her.

Fang Lan was addicted to it, but a little annoyed: "Zhuang Shihao, you didn't take any measures..."

"I want you just like that." Zhuang Shihao's voice was suppressed, and he buried his head in her shoulders.

Fang Lan couldn't refuse, and said in a low voice, "Don't be like this...you are coming back..."

The man does not stop.

Fearing that Youyou would come back, and unable to resist the sweetness, Fang Lan's body and mind were strained, and suddenly heard a knock on the door.

She screamed.

This slight movement made Zhuang Shihao also freeze.

However, the knock on the door soon disappeared, and it seemed that someone had knocked on the wrong door.

Fang Lan was taken aback by the shock and lost her senses. He whispered, "Husband...husband."

Zhuang Shihao responded in a low voice: "Yeah. He said he would never leave me..."