Mr General doted on his sweet wife

Fang LAN hugged him with a smile: "are you using daddy's mobile phone? What about dad? "

"In the bath." You you said, "I poured the milk on my father."

"Just be careful next time." Fang LAN picked up Zhuang Shihao's mobile phone.

When you you came here just now, you have got the page to the account switching place.

Fang LAN frowned slightly and took a look at Zhuang Shihao's micro signal. He really had a trumpet!

That picture Isn't it white Jingru?

Fang LAN immediately switched his account to the trumpet and saw that only her name was lying in the list.

There is also the message she sent to "she" just now!

Jingru Shihao?

Fang Lan's Qi and blood are surging up!

So for a long time, Zhuang Shihao knew her mind completely? Will be so unscrupulous to come back to her boldly!

so long, he has been listening to her make complaints about himself.

Fang LAN is a mouthful of blood.

Heard the bathroom there is movement, Fang LAN steady mood.

She deleted the message she had just received and switched back to Zhuang Shihao's size again, pretending nothing had happened.

"Are you back?" Zhuang Shihao came out with his bath towel tied at will, and his figure was so good that he exploded.

Fang LAN blushed and her unhappiness had been eliminated a lot.

The man bowed his head to kiss her: "in a moment you can eat, go wash your hands."

Fang Lan's anger has been completely eliminated. Even though she has been hiding her identity at the beginning, she has been accompanying her through the unhappiness after marriage.

In particular, at that time, she had a lot of words that no one could tell, only "she".

It's kind of him to think about it.

However, she just has a snack plug. All her mood is under the control of this man, and she knows nothing about him!

No, Fang LAN can't let it go like this.

Since Zhuang Shihao dares to play trumpet, don't blame her for being a demon on trumpet.

When she went to bed at night, Fang LAN opened the dialog box with her and said, "if I have no idea about other men, am I too sorry for Zhuang Shihao? ]

the other person returns quickly: "do you like other men? ]

Fang LAN felt that the man on the other side of the bed had changed deeply, and the whole bed was cool.

Fang LAN: [I'm not sure. Forget it. I'd better go to bed first. ]

with that, she put down her mobile phone and closed her eyes.

When Zhuang Shihao received this message, the whole person was frozen like a piece of ice for ten thousand years. After he replied, Fang LAN fell asleep.

He was so depressed in his chest that he wanted to shake Fang LAN up and ask him clearly, but she had already made a steady breath.

The man didn't sleep well all night.

But Fang LAN had a good sleep.

After sending youyou in the morning, Zhuang Shihao's voice was gloomy: "Lan Lan, let's talk about it."

"It's too late. I have an appointment with a friend. You go to work by yourself. Ha, I took a taxi. Goodbye Fang LAN kisses him on the face and runs away.

Zhuang Shihao felt perfunctory from his wife, and his mood was even lower.

He opened the trumpet and asked Fang LAN a lot of questions, but they didn't get any response. She didn't seem to be online.

Fang LAN obviously didn't care about his mood at all, and didn't even see his face heavy.