The Emperor’s Favorite Wife is a Little Sweet

   Chapter 2914 Oh, domestic violence

  The conditioned reflex formed by her muscle memory allows her to know exactly where the light switch is, where the curtains are, turn on the light, and let in the sunlight outside the window.

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

   couldn't help but secretly applaud for himself, who asked him to do sloppy things.

   No, how did you come here?

   She took out her mobile phone and glanced at it, only to realize that the last call she made was Zhuang Shihao's call, and she spoke for more than 20 minutes.

  Fang Lan wanted to cut off her fingers and bite off her tongue. Did she not talk nonsense?

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

  Fang Lan only moved out of the room one step at a time after completing the psychological construction. With muscle memory, he quickly walked to the restaurant.

  In the kitchen, the man's back is tall and straight, and he is making something to eat with his sleeves rolled up, and a strong fragrance comes out.

   Hearing her footsteps, the man said without looking back: "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 turned his back to her.

The back of    wearing a white shirt looks very clean and has a magic 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 and met her eyes just in time. She couldn't dodge in time, so she collided with his eyes.

   An electric current jumped up, and Fang Lan stood up in shock.

  Zhuang Shihao's heart was also numb for a while, but he didn't jump up like Fang Lan with a sense of pride.

   He came over with white porridge and boiled sweet corn and put it in front of her: "Drink porridge to nourish your stomach."

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

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

   Gosh.

  Fang Lan immediately lowered his head again.

  Those who didn’t know thought she had done something, who knew that she just beat up a dishonest hooligan who entered the house?

   "Fortunately, he wasn't killed." Zhuang Shihao said without changing his face.

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

   She also remembered that he did not do anything to her last night. He just picked her up from the parking lot when she was drunk, which is not a big crime.

   Besides, he was injured like that, why does it look so serious? She remembered that she didn't kill herself.

   Why does it look a bit tragic? Could it be that he didn't deal with it on purpose last night and made himself feel guilty?

  Actually, Zhuang Shihao had already dealt with it well last night, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see anyone today.

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

"Um?"

   "You're like this... people will think what I've done to you..."

   After all, he was beaten, and he was beaten so badly, Fang Lan really had no way to take it off.

   It’s just that after the fight, there is a sense of guilt in my heart. People are so strange, once they feel guilty, many things can’t be blamed on others.

   She is like this now, and she always feels a little indebted in her heart.

   "What happened to me?" Zhuang Shihao asked.

   Knowingly ask!

   She said angrily, "I thought I was abusing you."

   "Oh, domestic violence." Zhuang Shihao repeated softly, which was very meaningful.

   (end of this chapter)