When I got up from the bed, I didn’t care whether I was wearing clothes or not, and I got off the floor directly!
Walking barefoot on the floor brings a slightly cool feeling to the soles of your feet, but it is so real. Oh my God, something is really wrong!
Isn't it dead? If you die, how can you still feel?
I don’t understand, she really doesn’t understand at all, but after all, she doesn’t seem to want to understand!
Everything in front of you is too beautiful and too unreal! [
Dreams are dreams, right?
She stepped on the floor like an elf. It was not until she appeared at the stairs that Mrs. Wang discovered her!
Seeing her not wearing any clothes, Mrs. Wang had to admit that she was scared at the beginning!
“…Babe?”
That's what the young master called her, so she also called her, so there should be no mistake, right?
"Do you know my name?"
"Well, Babe, you're awake? Why don't you wear clothes?"
What a kind grandma!
Han Beibei tilted her head and looked at Mrs. Wang. She always felt that this dream was too unreal. There seemed to be no such good person around her, not one of them!
"Me? Am I dead? Do I need to wear clothes too?"
"... Nonsense, how could you die? You, it seems, it's really an abandoned child, so pitiful!"
"What?"
"Oh, nothing, Beibei, be good, hurry back to the room and I'll dress you later!"
The child brought back by the young master is really good, the sound is nice, and although it doesn’t look big, it seems to be only a few years old, but he is already a little beauty in a vague way!
"…you… am I dreaming? Why is everything so unreal?"
She suddenly bit her finger and found that it was really painful, and she couldn't help frowning slightly!
(Girls, don't shoot us, recalling this passage... is a must-write, because in fact, Feng Qianyu has a lot of emotional expressions here, but the guy with very low EQ didn't notice it! So this passage is written,
It will lead to his feelings below! Hehe, and tomorrow's memories will end, entering the wonderful fragments~ Come, sprinkle flowers, sprinkle flowers)