Liang Zhihuan's eyes stared subconsciously, and his mouth pursed, "The maid knows your habit and it's better to call them." ”

"You will get used to it slowly, and practice makes perfect." Fu Ang said.

Liang Zhihuan was speechless for a while, and was about to say something more, only to see that Fu Ang had already turned his wheelchair and went to the bathroom.

Liang Zhihuan followed Fu Ang into the bathroom, took the towels and a change of clothes for him, and put them all on the small chair next to the bathtub

"I'll help you in." She reached out to help Fu Ang, who was about to get up. Fu Ang looked down at the little girl with a serious face, and let her help.

"I'm out there, you can tell me anything." Liang Zhihuan said.

"That's it?" Fu Ang whispered.

Liang Zhihuan's thin eyebrows rose slightly, and he looked at him with some puzzlement. Or else? After a moment, she suddenly reacted to what he meant, and with a small face, she threw down the sentence You can do it yourself, and hurried out of the bathroom.

Fu Ang watched the little girl flee in a hurry, the bathroom door slammed shut, and a light smile hid on the corner of his mouth.

Liang Zhihuan sat on the sofa, holding the mobile phone and typing quickly with her fingertips, although she was thinking about the mobile phone, she also paid attention to the movement in the bathroom.

The three sisters in the WeChat group were talking and laughing, Liang Zhihuan's eyes fell on Ji Yunong's joking words, his eyes rolled, and he raised his eyes to look at the bathroom, and his eyes were a little worried.

The sound of water in the bathroom gradually stopped, and after a while, the bathroom door opened, and the man came out in a wheelchair.

The little girl fiddled with the computer with a serious face.

Fu Ang looked at it and didn't step forward to interrupt. Until the printer next to the computer makes a noise, the paper slowly comes out of the printer mouth.

Liang Zhihuan picked it up and looked at it, her little face seemed to be satisfied, and suddenly, she felt a beam of eyes thrown at her, and she raised her eyes to meet Fu Ang's gaze not far away.

"What are you doing?" Fu Ang approached and asked.

Liang Zhihuan didn't want to hide Fu Ang's meaning, handed the printed things to Fu Ang, and said his thoughts.

Fu Ang listened patiently, his eyes fell on the paper in his hand, and he quickly read what was written on it.

It's an agreement.

"After Mr. Fu finished reading it, he thought that if there was no problem, we would sign the agreement and it would be reached, and then we would act according to the content of the agreement." Liang Zhihuan said as he took out a pen from the pen holder next to him and handed it to Fu Ang.

"Signing an agreement on the wedding night, looking at Haicheng, I'm afraid that only Miss Liang San can do such a thing." Fu Ang said. There is irony in this statement.

But Liang Zhihuan didn't care.

"If Mr. Fu has anything to add, you can discuss."

Fu Ang stared at the agreement in his hand, the content of the agreement was excessive, but it was ......

"Three years, Miss Liang set a time limit of three years?"

Liang Zhihuan nodded and thought about it and explained: "In three years, I think the Fu Liang and Liang families should have a result in taking what they need, and even if we are separated, it will not have any impact on the two families." ”

Three years was enough time for her to get to the bottom of it.

Maybe it won't even take three years.

"Miss Liang is so sure that it won't have any impact when the time comes? If anything changes in the past three years, what does Ms. Leung plan to do? Fu Ang asked.

"Change?" Liang Zhihuan's little face swelled with a change, "You mean ......?"

"In three years, people's feelings will change." Fu Ang said.

Liang Zhihuan was stunned, and said to Fu Ang with a smile: "Don't worry about this, Mr. Fu, what Mr. Fu is worried about will not happen, and I promise not to pester Mr. Fu." ”