The Emperor’s Favorite Wife is a Little Sweet

   Chapter 2828 Close Contact

  Doctor Fang smiled: "Why is it getting older and more like a child?"

   "Because my parents are here, I am a child," Fang Lan released them and brought Youyou over.

  Youyou has not been here for a long time, and she is also in a good mood when she sees her grandfather and grandma. She smiled sweetly and said, "Grandpa and grandma!"

"Youyou is good, come here, my grandmother made a lot of delicious food." Su's mother also felt sorry for Youyou. During this time, their mother and son were not allowed to see each other. Fang Lan did have a happy and simple time, but Youyou did not I know how sad it is.

   Mother Su tried her best to make amends and made a table full of his favorite food.

  …

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

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

   However, he did not use chopsticks in front of a table of dishes, just drank a bottle of wine.

When    came home, Aunt Zhang was cleaning up, and when he saw him coming back full of alcohol, she quickly supported him: "Sir, what's the matter?"

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

   He has always had the habit of not letting women touch his body no matter how much he drinks outside.

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

   But now he realized 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 let go of him, took off her apron, and asked, "Sir, do you want to call a doctor for you?"

   "No need to say it." Zhuang Shihao's tone became impatient.

   Aunt Zhang stopped talking and left in a hurry.

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

The room with only one person is extraordinarily quiet. Usually, Youyou always likes to keep moving, running around, not holding toys, or eating like a little mouse, watching cartoons, or pestering Tell him stories and read picture books.

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

  Drinking didn't eliminate his discomfort either.

  Zhuang Shihao took out a cigarette, but suddenly thought of Fang Lan's words, he didn't light it after all.

   Open your phone, there are many text messages and WeChat.

   He doesn’t use WeChat often in his life, so all WeChat posts are work information, some miscellaneous advertisements in the text messages, messages from friends asking him to go out for a drink, and text messages from his parents asking how you are doing now.

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

  Like text messages, basically, 90% of the time in his conversation with her, she was talking, and he only answered occasionally.

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

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

   "Husband, have you gotten off the plane? It's raining, so be careful to bring your jacket."

   And he, occasionally replying, most likely also: "Well, I see."

   Or: "If there is entertainment, you can eat by yourself."

   Even his heart was blocked.

   (end of this chapter)