Shihao group.

Assistant Zhang only felt that throughout the day, President Zhuang's mood was unpredictable and handled it carefully. It was really very uncomfortable.

I don't know what happened?

In general, he thinks it's better to ask Fang LAN.

Who knows, Fang LAN didn't answer the phone and didn't get through several times.

Zhuang Shihao asked, "what are you doing?"

"Nothing, nothing." Assistant Zhang was even more frightened.

This is really terrible. Even president Fang doesn't answer the phone. It can be seen that things are really big.

Zhuang Shihao pulled his tie. It was already very loose, but he felt that he couldn't breathe.

When she was angry, Fang LAN called: "Shihao, I won't come back for dinner in the evening. I'll have dinner with my friends. Don't wait for me with youYou. Go to bed early. "

Zhuang Shihao put down the phone and thought of the words she sent last night. She was distracted by other men... Distracted

What man? Who could it be?

Zhuang Shihao asked Aunt Zhang to pick up youyou in the afternoon. He went to Yaoshi media and sat at the intersection waiting.

Later, he saw Fang LAN come out with Xu Guangrong.

Zhuang Shihao held the steering wheel tightly and wanted to go forward, but he couldn't move at all. He was afraid that he would face the worst result as soon as he appeared.

He and Fang LAN are not married yet, and both of them are still free... He has no position and is more afraid of losing more positions.

"Fang LAN, Xiaoqin always said she wanted to see you, so I left you for dinner."

Xiaoqin is the girl who sent food to Xu Guangrong last time. Xu Guangrong promised to contact her.

In the past so long, Xu Guangrong also gradually had a feeling in the process of contact with Xiaoqin. The two finally officially confirmed their boyfriend and girlfriend.

Xiaoqin always remembers the last time Fang LAN helped her deliver dinner to Xu Guangrong, so she specially invited Fang LAN to have dinner together.

Fang LAN couldn't refuse, so she agreed.

However, she also wants to see when Zhuang Shihao will come to him to be honest about the trumpet.

Trumpet is his responsibility. Fang LAN must let him say it himself.

Zhuang Shihao watched Fang LAN and Xu Guangrong enter the restaurant. He closed his eyes, lost his soul and sat in the empty car. It was just early autumn, but the wind outside the window was particularly cool.

When Fang LAN came home, Zhuang Shihao was already asleep.

She went to the guest room to take a bath. Then she went back to bed and lay down next to him.

Just lying down, the man rolled over and pressed her down, kissing heavily and urgently.

"Hello, Zhuang Shihao..." Fang Lan was tired and didn't like such a disorderly kiss.

Zhuang Shihao was rejected by her and sank coolly: "Lan Lan."

The wounded voice was deep and heavy, like a wounded beast.

At this moment, Fang Lan also noticed the heartache and realized that men would also be hurt.

She whispered back, "what are you doing?"

"Shall we get married?" Zhuang Shihao's voice is low and long in the dark night.

"No, didn't I say not to get married? You promised me, too. " Fang LAN shook his head, "why do you suddenly talk about this?"

Zhuang Shihao turned over and came down from her. His voice was low and inaudible: "sleep."

"Don't you have anything else to tell me?" Fang LAN asked.