Chapter 2297

Brahman really has a way.

From his appearance, Fanny's position was reduced to an assistant, watching him take dogs into the bathroom one by one, wash them up one by one, take them out of the bathroom, hand them to her, and teach her how to dry the dog's hair.

He washed one and she dried one. They cooperated very well.

After half a day's work, four little milk dogs and their mothers were washed clean. They were lying on the ground, squinting and stretching comfortably.

"A sneeze --"

Fanny suddenly sneezed, reached out and rubbed her nose. Suddenly, she remembered that she had been wet by Xiaoba and forgot to change her clothes.

I've been wearing it for so long, and I'm almost done.

People seem to have a little cold

Just now I was busy blowing the dog's hair, but I didn't pay attention. When I stopped, I suddenly felt cool.

Remembering that Fanfan was still there, Fanny worried about being scolded, pretended that nothing had happened, and reached out to pick up the little twelve who was lying on the ground.

Touch its small head and smile at Fanfan.

"I didn't expect that they were washed clean, and their face value was so high. You said that their hair color was so special, and they didn't look like little foxes?"

"By the way, I forgot to ask, why did you come here all of a sudden?"

"Thank you for your help. Xiaoba and the dogs have taken a bath. If you have something to do, you can go first..."

Fanny's last words did not finish, a coat has been put on her head.

She was startled by the darkness.

Hurriedly pulled the coat off his head and found it was van Van Gogh's coat.

On the coat, and his temperature.

Fanny was stunned, holding his coat in his hand, and looked up at him stupidly.

For his sullen eyes, he was speechless.

"Get dressed and take a hot bath. I'll cook you a bowl of ginger soup." Fanfan's voice was low, and a trace of self reproach passed through his eyes.

It's like blaming her carelessness. I didn't notice that her clothes were wet at the first time.

"I'm not upset either." Fanny stared at his back and muttered.

Just finished, I sneezed again.

Without waiting for Fanfan to look back at her, she has quickly turned back to the room.

After she took a bath, she changed her clothes and came out. In the living room, there were only five dogs walking around like the king patrolling the territory.

There is also a bowl of hot ginger soup on the table.

There seems to be a note under the bowl.

Fanny stepped forward, pulled out the note and glanced at it.

It's Sanskrit.

He practiced calligraphy with Fanyu since he was a child. The pen characters on it are very brush like, flying like a dragon and dancing like a Phoenix.

There is only one simple sentence: drink all the ginger soup.

The tone of voice.

"The real murderer." Fanny vomited her tongue and picked up the ginger soup in front of her.

as like as two peas, love is not the love of ginger. She always feels that ginger is the same as some Chinese herbal formula.

Fanny pinched her nose and took a sip.

I feel sick and spit out my tongue.

I couldn't stand the taste. I turned around in the living room and finally went to the kitchen to find a circle. I was sure that van fan had gone. She had lost a bit.

Then he looked down at the ginger soup in his hand, and suddenly there was a little more resentment. He took only one sip, pretended that he had finished drinking, put the bowl into the sink, and added wate