Van Gogh went to the living room and looked at the five dogs that were eating and drinking enough to sleep in the kennel, and his eyes glimmered.

She arranged the dogs very well, but how could she not know how to take care of herself?

He cooked ginger soup, couldn't find a spare cold medicine in the room, and glanced at the empty kitchen, thinking that instead of buying food, dinner can only be called takeaway.

So I left her a note to remind her to finish her ginger soup and go out to buy medicine and ingredients.

As a result, it came back...

The people who were good before they left have already burned into a "little lunatic."

It's just nonsense.

In this way, the ability to live on their own is to dare to shout in front of him that he can do it alone.

Van Gogh rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, stepped into the kitchen, and handled the ingredients he had just bought.

Vanity didn’t have dinner, went to bed like that, and was sure to wake up hungry in the middle of the night.

Van Gogh took the fish out, prepared a fish soup, and just put the ingredients into the pot and stew, and the phone rang.

He glanced at the screen and picked up the phone.

“Is it over busy?”It was the sound of the bell.

Van Gogh stared at the fish soup that had not yet been stew, and thought of the confused little madman in the room, and the corners of his mouth aroused a self-deprecating arc: "I'm afraid it's not so fast, I'm sorry to let you take a taxi home today."

“It’s okay, Vannie, are you okay?”Just heard the tone of your phone, she seems to be sick?”The narrus asked with concern.

Van Gogh sighed, not avoiding the question: "It's cold, it's a little fever now, and I've got to stay and take care of her for two days."

"I know, I'll tell my elders that you're busy in the last two days, and I'm going to give up a job, so I don't have time to date."The narrino's thoughtful opening.

Van Gogh: "Thank you."

Zhong Rui Yijun smiled: "Don't be so polite, we don't say good, we should help each other, wait for my painting, look forward to your guidance."

“All right.”The Van Gogh mouth was raised, making sure that Zhong Ruiyi was okay there, and hung up the phone.

Just to put the phone on the shelf next to the side, on one side, suddenly feel that there seems to be something wrong behind.

He turned to look at him and found the man who should be lying in bed, not knowing when it would drift behind him, blinking his eyes and staring at him.

Van Gogh chuckled in his heart.

I’m not sure how much Vannie had just heard and how much she understood.

Her eyebrows just scratched, her eyes caught her bare feet on the cold tile floor, her eyebrows suddenly wringing to death, straight forward.

“Don’t you want to get out of bed and wait for me in bed?”

The sudden anger made Vanity startled, blushing her face, and a little pale.

Van Gogh was suddenly chagrined in his heart.

Slow down the tone: “Why don’t you remember wearing shoes?”

Vanity licked her lips and finally got her voice back: “I’m thirsty and want to get up and drink a glass of water...”

Vanessa’s voice was trembling.

There are also some gods.

All over the mind is trying to analyze, in front of this person, is he dreaming, or real.

If this is true, what did she see in the dream?

She was teased by her before...

Vanity swallowed her mouthful, wanted to ask what, could not see the expressionless face of the upper van Gogh, and felt that it was still important to save her life.

The decisive choice is to be stupid.

He turned his head and ran back to the room, slamming the door.

The second she went into the bed, she suddenly remembered that she was up to drink water, and the water had not yet been drunk...