The Emperor’s Favorite Wife is a Little Sweet

   Chapter 2947 Still a good wife

  Fang Lan was unable to drive Zhuang Shihao back by himself.

   She was so tired that she lost her mind. After Zhuang Shihao changed her seat, he drove back home.

   She slept when she got home, and didn't pay attention to what happened on the Internet.

  Zhuang Shihao didn't care either.

   He only asked Assistant Zhang to ask for the surveillance video after the incident and told him to send it directly. It was up to him to decide whether it was fair or not. He didn't even watch the video himself.

   He didn't need to look at it, he knew that the matter had nothing to do with Fang Lan, and he knew that everyone should be able to see his love for Fang Lan.

   In the morning, he got up early and glanced at Weibo.

   When he saw that Qiao Wanyi took the warning and deliberately shook the shelf in the video, his eyes rolled red, a flash of shock flashed, and then he calmed down.

Thinking back then, Qiao Wanyi also did a lot of framing Fang Lan, and Fang Lan's glass of wine made Fang Lan pregnant with Youyou. year.

  What happened last night was just a repeat of history, and it also reminded him how blind he was and how absurd he was.

   He looked down at Fang Lan, she was sleeping soundly, her eyebrows became obedient, she felt the temperature in his chest, and subconsciously moved closer to him.

   She only had this look when she was asleep. When she was awake, she was always covered in armor, protecting the distance between her and him.

  Zhuang Shihao understood that it was the injury he once gave, which created the protective color on her body over the long years.

   She is strong on the outside, but deep in her heart, she is afraid that history will repeat itself.

   "Lan Lan." Zhuang Shihao whispered, this sound penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

  Fang Lan woke up under his gaze, she reached out and touched the corner of her lips: "Am I drooling?"

   "No. It's mine." Zhuang Shihao looked into her eyes amusingly.

  Fang Lan gave him a punch: "Perverted. Where's my son?"

   "Aunt Zhang was sent to school." Zhuang Shihao smiled and said, "Sleep a little longer."

   Fang Lan pulled the quilt and wrapped herself: "What are you going to do?"

   always felt that when he said to sleep a little longer, in that sub-tone, there was a feeling that he was going to eat and wipe her up.

  Zhuang Shihao tapped the tip of her nose: "Liar."

   "When did I lie to you?"

   "Last night, you said it nicely, you want to give me medicine. As a result, you didn't wake up until this time, did you intend to kill me?"

  Fang Lan felt a little guilty, yes, she said it well last night.

   But the words he said were not gentle: "Then the pain will kill you. This pain can kill you. Mr. Zhuang, you have no meaning to live, right?"

   "As long as you're still there, it's interesting." Zhuang Shihao took her hand and put it on his lips.

   Fang Lan's heart was warm, but she pulled out her hand: "Where did the earthy love words come from? Turn over and let me see the injury."

   He turned over, the wound on his body became less red after a night, but the bruises got worse, Fang Lan felt distressed, brought the medicine over and applied it.

   "It's better to be a wife." Zhuang Shihao whispered.

  Fang Lan increased his strength, Zhuang Shihao groaned in pain, Fang Lan reduced his strength and rubbed gently.

  Zhuang Shihao's eyes and brows were full of smiles.

   "Okay." Fang Lan threw away the medicine, "I'm going to wash my hands."

  Zhuang Shihao got up and hugged her: "I'll accompany you to wash."

  Although he was injured, his physical strength was too good to say, Fang Lan whispered: "Why didn't you just hurt to death?"

   Recommend Jiyou's article "Running from a Marriage in the Arms of Paranoid Mo Shao", the author is Lemon Honey, very nice!

   The joy of the big wedding, he can finally marry his bride, a sudden explosion took her away from him.

   Reborn, she became the abandoned daughter of a mysterious wealthy family in the imperial capital. She learned that he was lonely and defended her.

   When they met on a narrow road in his lifetime, he pushed her against the corner and asked, "Tell me, who are you?"

   She leaned closer to his ear and sighed softly: "I'm the one who fired a shot in your heart."

   Customized pets:

   The male protagonist is paranoid, ill and lovable, and the female protagonist is sweet on the outside and black on the inside and loves to pick things up

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