The Emperor’s Favorite Wife is a Little Sweet

   Chapter 2884 I will transfer it

   Assistant Zhang continued with a smile: "Mr. Fang, these things are all related to you. If you don't accept them, Zhuang Zhuang said it's useless for him to take them."

   "What is it, open it up in front of me." Fang Lan said.

   If it is flowers, you can take it to the property to decorate the community. If it is clothes, you can use it as a rag and give it to the cleaner aunt downstairs.

   Well, she decided.

  If it is food, it can also be used to feed stray dogs.

   Assistant Zhang opened the box and took out a stack of something.

  Fang Lan took it over and took a look, and her face immediately flushed. It turned out to be a photo. It was a single photo of her or a double photo of her and Youyou, and most of them were captured.

   And the big face, at first glance, she accidentally turned her head and bumped into his camera.

   But I have to say, the filming is still pretty good, and with such a big head on his camera, she also has a charming smile.

   Does this make her accept it or not? You can't really lose the photos of yourself and Youyou! Losing photos is a blessing in disguise!

  No wonder he had to wash the photos before sending them over. After all, she wouldn't throw them away.

  Some people are so annoying, they know what you don't want, but they give something you can't throw away.

   is so disgusting!

  Fang Lan had no choice but to grit his teeth to put the things away, gritted his teeth and said, "Greet me to you, President Zhuang."

   and his eighteen generations of ancestors.

   After thinking about it, he felt that it was wrong. Zhuang's father and Zhuang's mother were not bad. There was no need to greet them. Fang Lan silently corrected in his heart: and his eighteenth generation ancestors, except for Zhuang's father and Zhuang's mother.

   Assistant Zhang smiled very sincerely: "I will transfer it."

   Fang Lan took the things in and closed the door!

   Angrily tossed the photo into the drawer of the coffee table.

   After thinking about it, I picked out a few more beautiful pictures of Youyou and took them out. I found a photo frame to put them on. It's nothing to be angry with the dog man. My son is still handsome.

After    was done, she took a shower and started to watch dramas. What's good about a dog husband in real life, it's more realistic to brush a cloud husband.

   When she swiped until midnight, her cell phone rang, and it turned out that it was Youyou who called from her phone watch.

   She was a little annoyed, why did the dog man take his son and didn't let him sleep in the middle of the night?

   "Youyou, what's wrong with you, Youyou?" Fang Lan hurriedly answered the phone.

   "Daddy is sick and has a fever." Youyou said with a crying voice, "Mommy, come here, woo woo woo woo."

  Fang Lan was taken aback when he heard it, and was so ill that he asked Youyou to call, but one could imagine the man's physical condition now.

   She didn't want to care about him, but she couldn't care about her son.

  Shun put on a coat on the pajamas, Fang Lan comforted Youyou on the phone, grabbed the car keys, and ran downstairs.

   Speeding past, the phone did not hang up the whole way, soothed Youyou all the way, and went upstairs.

   Fortunately, Mother Zhuang gave her a detailed address before.

When    arrived at the door, Fang Lan knocked heavily.

   After a while, the door slowly opened, and the man stood in front of her with a haggard face, with an apologetic tone: "I'm sorry, I fainted just now, woke you up, and scared him."

  Fang Lan originally wanted to greet his eighteenth-generation ancestors, but he was too lazy to say it when he saw that his face was so pale.

   She broke in, picked up Youyou, and said repeatedly, "Don't be afraid, it's alright."

   (end of this chapter)