Shen Sihuan sat up from the bed, and the wet towel on his forehead fell. She looked around, and what she was meowing about was a house full of pink RVs—

Pink interior, pink tables and chairs, pink beds, pink curtains, hehe, even a teapot is pink.

She must not have woken up yet, yes, Inception, quickly lie down and wake up again.

She was about to lie down when out of the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of a person sitting at the pink table.

His face was delicate, his long legs were shrunk under the cramped table, but his back was straight and he was reading.

It's Wen Yan.

At the front of the car, another familiar face appeared in a window, and he was looking at her in surprise and smiling: "Madam, you are awake!" ”

This dream was actually carried even by Qin Tesuke.

Wen Yan hurriedly closed the book, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. He took the electronic thermometer and measured her temperature, and nodded, "Well, the temperature is normal." How does it feel? ”

Shen Xihuan held his forehead, cleared his throat, and touched his stomach again, the meaning was obvious:

She was still a little dizzy.

The voice is still hoarse.

She's hungry right now.

Wen Yan walked over to the stove and put a pink pot on the table next to the bed. When the lid is opened, the aroma is overflowing. It was a pot of hot porridge sprinkled with colorful dices, and she only recognized two of them as diced green vegetables and diced lean pork.

He served some in a bowl, scooped them up with a spoon, put them to his mouth to cool, and brought them to her. She obediently opened her mouth and took it all.

Well, it's never too late to wake up after eating.

Twenty minutes later.

She was well fed and fed loquat cream. The spirit and spirit were probably restored to six or seven percent, and naturally, she also realized that this was not a dream.

So, can anyone explain no, what the hell is going on?

Qin Tezhu poked his face out of the driver's seat again, "Mr. Wen, madam, I've passed the Tongshi toll station." ”

Clams? Tongshi ???

Isn't Wen Yan going on a business trip to Tongshi?

So, what do you mean? Was she being transported as luggage?

Qin Tezhu answered her inner doubts understandingly: "Madam, Mr. Wen is not worried that you are home alone, so I asked me to prepare an RV." What do you think? Madame, do you like this car? ”

Come on! Is it the point whether she likes the car or not?

The point is, what is it that makes him feel uneasy, so he prepares an RV? She's either terminally ill or has a cold!

Moreover, what does it mean to be alone at home? Obviously, Aunt Wang, the driver Uncle Li, several cleaning aunts, and gardener masters are all at home!

Also, will someone go on a business trip to get an RV to tow their family? Is this something that normal people do? Who the hell is sick?! Why didn't he simply bring Meow Meow and Wang over?!

Suddenly, a bag bulged out of the bed, and the bag moved and moved, and a black ball came out of it, and it was a black cat. Then, the pink sheets were lifted up, and a large golden retriever head crawled out from under the bed.

They all say in unison: "Meow".

As if in: Surprised? Not surprised?

“……………”

Meow Meow jumped on the spot twice, and finally succeeded in getting into bed, Shen Sihuan was hit by it and fell into Wen Yan's arms.

Qin Tezhu looked at this happy picture with an aunt smile:

The boss of his family gently hugged the delicate lady, a cat and a dog accompanied him, never abandoned, the years were quiet, it was really touching~

And Shen Sihuan was in her heart at the moment: Cang, why does she have a feeling of being treated as a pet and transported alive, what kind of trouble is she going to make!