Sweet Wife, be Good!

The conditioned reflex formed by her muscle memory allows her to know exactly where the lights are on and off, and where the curtains are. Turn on the lights and let in the sunlight outside the window.

Later, I remembered that I seemed to have beaten Zhuang Shihao last night?

I couldn't help but applaud for myself secretly, who asked him to do something gratifying.

No, how did you come here?

She took out her mobile phone and took a look, only to realize that the last call she made was from Zhuang Shihao, and she had spoken for more than 20 minutes.

Fang Lan wanted to cut off her finger and bit her tongue by the way. She didn't talk nonsense, did she?

But, she can't hide in this room without going out, right?

After Fang Lan finished his mental construction, he moved out of the room one step at a time, relying on his muscle memory, and quickly walked to the restaurant.

In the kitchen, the man's back was tall and straight, he was making something to eat while pulling his sleeves, and there was a strong smell coming out.

Hearing her footsteps, the man said without turning his head: "Wash your hands and sit there. You can eat soon."

Fang Lan obediently went to wash his hands, and when he came back, he still faced her from behind.

The back in the white shirt looks very clean and has a magical power that makes people can't help but keep watching.

Fang Lan held his hands to look at his back, and there was nothing else to do anyway.

The man turned around, just in time to see the look in her eyes, she couldn't avoid it, and ran into his eyes.

The current screamed, and Fang Lan stood up in shock.

Zhuang Shihao's heart was also numb, but he did not jump up like Fang Lan with a sense of arrogance that had been battle-tested.

He walked over with white porridge and boiled sweet corn and put them in front of her: "Drink the porridge and nourish the stomach."

"Oh." Fang Lan picked up the porridge and glanced at him secretly, only to realize that all of his arms were bruised and swollen.

She immediately followed the line of sight and found that his face was not spared, and there were several rows of tooth marks on his neck.

Oh my goodness.

Fang Lan immediately lowered his head again.

I don't know what she did. Who knows that she just beat a hooligan who is not honest in the house?

"Fortunately, I was not killed." Zhuang Shihao said without changing his face.

Fang Lan lowered his head to drink the porridge, "Who told you not to avoid it?"

She also remembered that he hadn't done anything to her last night. He just picked her drunk from the parking lot. It was not a serious sin.

Besides, why does he look so badly injured like that? She remembered that she did not kill herself either.

Why does it look a bit tragic? Did he deliberately fail to deal with it last night and let himself feel guilty?

In fact, Zhuang Shihao had taken care of it last night, otherwise he would not be able to see people today.

"Can you not go out today?" Fang Lan looked up from the porridge bowl.

"Ok?"

"You are like this... people will think how I treated you..."

After all, he was hit too, and even if he was hit so severely, Fang Lan really couldn't treat it like this.

However, after the fight, there is a sense of guilt in my heart. People are so weird. Once you feel guilty, you can't blame others for many things.

She is like this now, always feeling a little owed in her heart.

"What's going on with me?" Zhuang Shihao asked.

Asking knowingly!

She angrily said: "I thought I was violent at you."

"Oh, domestic violence." Zhuang Shihao repeated softly, meaning very profound.