Chapter 2297: You Are The Best Gift 3

Vatican is really very helpful.

From his appearance, Fannie's status instantly became an assistant, watching him bring the dogs one by one into the bathroom, washing them one by one, taking them out of the bathroom, handing them to her, and teaching her how to help the dog The dog dried its hair.

He washed one, and she dried one, and the two worked well together.

After half a day of work, the four little puppies and the dog mother were all cleaned, and the dry hair was lying on the ground squinting and stretching comfortably.

"A sneeze"

Fanny suddenly sneezed, stretched out her hands and rubbed her nose, and suddenly remembered that she was wet with clothes by Xiao Ba, and she forgot to change.

After so long wearing, it's almost done.

People seem to be a bit cold

I was busy blowing hair for the dogs just now, but I didn't pay attention. Then I stopped and suddenly there was coldness on my body.

Remembering that Vatican was still there, Fanny was worried about being scolded, and pretended that nothing had happened. She reached out and hugged the twelve lying on the ground.

Touching his little head, he smiled and looked at Vatican.

"I didn't expect them to be cleaned. The face value is so high. You say that its coat is so special, it doesn't look like a little fox."

"By the way, I forgot to ask, why did you come here suddenly?"

"Thank you for your help, Xiao Ba and the puppies have all taken a bath. If you have a problem, you can go first."

Fanny did not finish her last sentence, and a coat had been put on her head.

Her eyes were dark and startled.

He hurriedly tore off the coat on his head and found it to be Fanfan's coat.

On his coat, and his temperature.

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

Confronted with his angry eyes, he felt guilty and speechless.

"Get dressed and take a hot bath, and I'll cook a bowl of **** soup for you." Fanfan said in a low voice, a glance of self-blame passing under his eyes.

It seemed like she was blaming her for not paying attention to the clothes on her body immediately.

"I'm not uncomfortable, actually," Fanny muttered, staring at his back.

Just after that, I sneezed again.

Before Fanfan looked back at her, she turned quickly back to the room.

When she finished bathing, she changed her clothes and came out. In the living room, there were only five dogs left, who walked around like a king patrolling the territory.

On the table, there was a bowl of hot **** soup.

There seemed to be a note under the bowl.

Fanny stepped forward, pulled out the slip, and glanced.

It is Vatican's word.

He has developed a good calligraphy with Fan Yu since he was a child. The pen characters on it are written like brush strokes.

There was only one simple sentence to drink the **** soup.

No beak tone.

"It's fierce." Fanny vomited her tongue and raised the **** soup in front of her.

She didn't like the smell of ginger. She always felt that **** tasted exactly like a traditional Chinese medicine formula. Fanfan also knew that she didn't like it, so she left her a note.

Fanny held her nose and took a sip.

Uncomfortable spat out his tongue.

I really couldn't stand the smell. She turned around and looked around in the living room, and finally looked around in the kitchen. She was sure that Fanfan had gone, and there was a loss in her eyes.

Then I stared at the **** soup in my hand, and suddenly there was a bit of resentment, only a sip, pretending that I had finished drinking, put the bowl in the sink and add water

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