Sweet Wife, be Good!

Doctor Fang laughed: "Why are you getting older and more like a child?"

"Because Mom and Dad are there, I am a kid," Fang Lan let go of them and brought Youyou over.

Youyou hasn't been here for a long time, and seeing her grandpa and grandma is in a good mood, smiling sweetly and calling: "Grandpa and grandma!"

"Youyou dear, come on, grandma made a lot of delicious food." Su's mother also apologized to Youyou. During this time, the mother and son were not able to see each other. Fang Lan did have a happy and simple time, but Youyou did not Know how sad it should be.

Su's mother tried her best to compensate, and made a table full of what he loved to eat.

...

Zhuang Shihao went to the restaurant reserved for three people alone.

Ordered a table full of dishes, as well as children's set menus.

However, when he faced a table of dishes, he didn't even put down his chopsticks, just drank a bottle of wine.

When he got home, Aunt Zhang was packing up. Seeing him coming back full of alcohol, she hurriedly helped him: "Sir, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, you go back first." Zhuang Shihao pinched his eyebrows and waved to prevent her from touching himself.

He has always had this habit, no matter how much alcohol he drinks outside, he is unwilling to let a woman touch his body.

He always thought it was a cleanliness addiction, it was a close contact with outsiders that he didn't want to get close to.

But now he thought that even when he hated Fang Lan the most and hated her the most, he never hated physical contact with her.

Aunt Zhang had to loosen him, took off his apron, and asked, "Sir, do you want to call a doctor?"

"Said no need." Zhuang Shihao's tone began to get a little impatient.

Aunt Zhang stopped to say more, and left in a hurry.

Zhuang Shihao pulled off his tie and laid himself on the sofa.

The room with only one person is extremely quiet. Usually, Youyou always like to move around, running around, not taking toys, or eating, watching cartoons, or entangled like a mouse. Tell him stories and read picture books.

Without Youyou, the whole air was quiet, and even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Drinking did not eliminate his discomfort.

Zhuang Shihao took out a cigarette, but suddenly thought of Fang Lan's words, he did not lit it after all.

Open the phone at will, there are many text messages and WeChat.

He doesn't use WeChat frequently in his life, so what comes up on WeChat is work information. There are some miscellaneous advertisements in the text messages. There are also news that friends ask him to go out for a drink, and text messages from his parents to ask you how is now.

He replied to his parents casually, but his finger clicked on Fang Lan's WeChat.

Like text messages, basically, 90% of the time he talks with her, she is talking, and he only answers occasionally.

She slid over and saw her repeated statements: "Husband, when are you going home? I boiled corn rib soup for you. The fresh corn that Aunt Zhang brought back from her hometown is sweet and sweet."

"Husband, Youyou won the first place in the painting competition today in school. This is what he painted. Look, it's pretty good."

"Husband, have you got off the plane? It's raining, please bring your coat."

And he, occasionally replies, with a high probability: "Well, I see."

Or: "If you have entertainment, you can eat it yourself."

Seeing that even his heart was blocked.