Fang LAN held him and smiled: "are you using daddy's cell phone? Where's daddy? "

"I'm taking a bath." Youyou said, "I poured the milk on daddy."

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

When youyou came here just now, he had already got the page to the place where the account was switched.

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

That picture... Isn't it Bai Jingru?

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

There is also the exploratory information she just sent to "her"!

Is Bai Jingru Zhuang Shihao?

Fang Lan's blood is surging up!

So for so long, Zhuang Shihao fully knows what's on her mind? Will be so unscrupulous to come back and boldly recover her!

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

Fang LAN is a mouthful of blood.

Fang LAN calmed down when she heard something in the bathroom.

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

"Are you back?" Zhuang Shihao walked out casually with a bath towel tied, and his figure was so good that he exploded.

Fang LAN blushed. Her unhappiness had been eliminated a lot.

The man bowed his head and kissed her: "you can eat in a minute and wash your hands."

Fang Lan's anger has completely disappeared. When I think about it, although "she" has been hiding her identity, she has always accompanied her through the difficult post marriage boredom.

Especially, at that time, she had many words that no one could tell, only "she".

Think Zhuang Shihao is also kind-hearted.

However, she has a snack plug. It turns out that all her feelings are under the control of this man, and she knows nothing about him!

No, Fang LAN can't just let this pass.

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

When she went to bed at night, Fang LAN opened the dialog box with "her" and said: "do you think I'm too sorry for Zhuang Shihao if I'm obsessed with other men?"

The other person returns quickly: [do you like other men?]

Fang LAN felt the man at the head of the bed. His breath had changed deeply. There was something cool on the whole bed.

Fang LAN: [I can't tell. Forget it. I'd better go to bed first.]

With that, she put down her cell phone and closed her eyes.

When Zhuang Shihao received this message, he was as cold as a piece of ice for ten thousand years. After he replied, Fang LAN fell asleep.

His chest was so manic that he wanted to wake Fang LAN up and ask clearly, but she had made a steady breathing sound.

The man didn't sleep well all night.

Fang LAN slept very well.

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

"It's too late. I also made an appointment with a friend. You go to work yourself. I took a taxi. Bye. " Fang LAN gave him a casual kiss on the face and ran 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 he didn't get a 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 very heavy.