Chapter 332

Standing at the door of the villa, song Qinghuan took a deep breath and then rang the doorbell.

After a while, the door was opened. He stood in front of the door, still wearing his home clothes. He seemed to be working, with a few pieces of printing paper in his hand.

He turned aside and said softly, "come in."

Song Qinghuan nodded. As soon as he stepped in, Zishi ran towards her. After closing the door, he said, "you and Zishi are playing in the living room for a while."

It means he has something to do.

"All right!" Song Qinghuan bends down, reaches out and touches his head, then opens the shoe cabinet to find slippers to change.

Thinking about the last time she came, it seemed that she had only one pair of shoes.

Just about to close the shoe cabinet again, she was surprised to find that there was a pair of pink lady's slippers in the shoe cabinet.

The last time she came, there was no such thing.

Song Qinghuan took out his shoes and raised them to keep warm when he was ready to enter the study. He asked, "keep warm when I am. Is this for me?"

When the cold looked back at one eye, light "um" a, then pushed the door into the study.

Song Qinghuan happily put it on. When she wanted to hold Zishi, she found that Zishi was too heavy for her to hold.

She tooted her mouth, but she was in a happy mood: "Zishi, you've gained weight again. You should lose weight."

Zishi seemed to understand him, then shook his head.

It seems that it's because I played in the grass these two days, but I didn't take a bath. The shaking is called dust flying.

Song Qinghuan raised his hand and patted: "dirty to death, Zishi, go, I'll give you a bath."

Anyway, she has nothing to do. Instead of sitting in the living room all by herself, it's better to do something, and time passes faster.

Zishi seemed to like taking a bath very much. When he heard that he could take a bath, he cried happily.

After the bath, song Qinghuan was all wet.

She also had to go to the bathroom of the bedroom on the second floor and take a bath for herself.

But there was no change of clothes.

When she opened the wardrobe, it was pure black and white, or beige. It was as dull as a person in the cold, with the color of loneliness and desire.

Song Qinghuan looked for it and saw a soft white T-shirt. It seemed that as long as it was suitable, it was like a nightgown. It was very good.

She went downstairs, sat down on the sofa and watched TV with Zishi. When she saw Zishi lying on the carpet, song Qinghuan also sat cross legged on the carpet and leaned against Zishi after taking a bath.

The carpet was warm with geothermal heat. She looked at it and couldn't help lying down. Soon she fell asleep.

It's very strange that song Qinghuan, who doesn't dream, falls asleep so warm, but suddenly has a nightmare.

In her dream, she stood in a misty valley surrounded by towering mountains. She looked up and clearly saw that the top of the mountain was covered with iris.

The wind blows up layers of red flowers, which looks gorgeous and enchanting.

When she saw it, she stood in the middle of the flowers, dressed in a black dress with a delicate and noble face.

"Keep out the cold at the right time!" She waved to him happily.

When the cold to her smile, suddenly flew toward her.

One was on the mountain, the other was at the foot of the mountain. Song Qinghuan was so scared to death that he cried out, "no, no!"

Sweating, she struggled to earn, suddenly woke up.