Sweet Wife, be Good!

"Never..." Fang Lan murmured.

"No other men are allowed." The man's voice was stubborn and determined.

Fang Lan whispered: "There won't be..."

...

The night was over the moonlight, and Zhuang Shihao took Fang Lan back to the room.

Fang Lan's face blushed and gave him a light hammer.

"Don't lie to me in the future."

"Ok."

"It's not allowed to be like just now."

"Yeah." Zhuang Shihao replied, but he was not sure. It was so good just now, how could he refuse?

He suddenly looked down at her: "You already knew my trumpet before?"

It seemed that a key point had been suddenly opened up, and he had figured out everything in his mind.

"Yes, a week ago. I saw Bai Jingru at school, but they didn’t know me at all, and they took out WeChat to add me. You said how embarrassed I was. When I just came back, I saw Youyou playing Your cell phone, I quickly found your trumpet. Zhuang Shihao, I was really angry at the time!"

Zhuang Shihao's gloom finally dissipated, and he whispered, "That's why you said to my trumpet, you have a heart and soul and are in love with other men?"

Fang Lan blinked: "You are allowed to use the trumpet to lie to me for so long, and I am not allowed to lie to you?"

Zhuang Shihao held her down and gritted his teeth: "Fang! Lan!"

"What are you doing so fiercely? You are allowed to lie to me, and I am not allowed to retaliate against such a small little bit?"

"Where is this a little bit?" Zhuang Shihao grabbed her hand and pressed it on his chest. "For more than a week, I can't eat well and can't sleep. I have lost several kilograms. You have to pay me!"

Fang Lan realized that his bleakness and the scum on his chin were all because of this.

She thought he was too tired recently.

Unexpectedly, she deceived him like this with a bewildered lie.

"Sorry."

"I'm sorry it's useless... to compensate with something else." Zhuang Shihao pressed her down.

...

Fortunately, Aunt Zhang took Youyou out long enough.

When returning, Aunt Zhang exclaimed: "This exact pen is really too difficult to buy."

"Really, it's really hard for you." Fang Lan rubbed her flushed face.

"Fortunately, I got it."

Youyou carefully packed the pen into the bag.

Zhuang Shihao glanced at Fang Lan and picked up Youyou: "Let's take a bath."

Fang Lan's legs were sore and limp. Sitting on the bed playing with her mobile phone, Assistant Zhang called.

She picked it up and asked casually, "Is there anything wrong with Assistant Zhang?"

"Thank God, you are finally willing to answer the phone." Assistant Zhang was crying with joy.

"Sorry for being too busy a few days ago." Fang Lan vaguely remembered that Assistant Zhang had called several times.

It's just that she hasn't answered, originally thinking about calling him back when she's not busy, but... Fang Lan knocked on her head, what a **** memory.

"President Fang, you have to help."

Fang Lan said in a voice: "Assistant Zhang, I don't care about Shihao Group's official duties. If you have work matters, go to your company's internal staff."

"Mr. Fang, I'm not talking about work. It's Mr. Zhuang. Only you can save my life! Mr. Fang!" Assistant Zhang was almost crying.

Over the past week or so, Mr. Zhuang's state has fluctuated, and he has almost killed him.

Companion with a monarch is like a companion with a tiger, and what the ancients said is really correct.