grandpa is not sick

Chapter 147
Bai Mulin smiled, lowered her head, her eyes covered by the shadow of her hair were cold.

As the night darkened, the moonlight became brighter and brighter.

In this star-studded night sky, people fall into different dreams in tents set up one by one.

In the morning, dewdrops dripped gently from the tip of the leaves, and fell into the soil with a thud.

The fresh air with the unique aroma of plants in the forest is as cool as the beginning of winter, and the mist quietly covers the entire island, making it seem like a dreamlike paradise.

Fu Qingliu fell asleep very late last night, but woke up early in the morning. She stared at the top of the tent, got up and unzipped it for a long time and looked out. She saw a foggy morning, and the entire lawn was covered in white. Covered by the mist, she couldn't even see the tents around her, she could only vaguely see one or two of the nearest ones. It was a bit cold, so she retracted and closed the zipper again, so as not to let the mist come in and wet her hair and clothes. .

She subconsciously fumbled in her pocket to check the time with her cell phone, but when she was empty, she remembered that Mo Chengfeng had snatched her cell phone away.

On the other hand, he also goes to bed very late and wakes up very early, and Fu Yixun lies in his sleeping bag energetically. He likes the feeling of being in close contact with nature. In this kind of place, he doesn't recognize the bed anymore. Seriously, all kinds of harsh requirements will no longer be so harsh. If in the past, he would definitely be able to sleep until the sun came out, he would be full of energy and happy. Today, he is in a happy mood, but it seems that it is not the kind that nature gave him. pleasure.

Two men and women who couldn't sleep through a tent tossed and turned until the fog cleared and the sun shone, and all the plants reflected the dewdrops and became bright and crystal clear. Then they left the tent with other people who got up, packed their things and prepared to return. .

Fu Yixun is very proficient in these things, and he can get it done in two or three strokes. After he is done, he walks back until he can see Fu Qingliu packing up and folding the tent slowly like a tortoise. This is definitely him. The slowest, slaziest woman I've ever seen.

Fu Yixun was disgusted and couldn't help but want to go over to help, but he just took a step, and Mo Chengfeng ran past him with a smile, and Fu Yixun subconsciously pulled his back collar to grab him , not let him continue to approach Fu Qingliu.

"What are you doing?" Mo Chengfeng looked back at Fu Yixun.

"Simon, Ah Feng." Bai Mulin, who had already tidied up neatly, walked over with a smile, and glanced at Fu Qingliu, "Miss Fu doesn't seem to be very good at doing this, is it because she seldom goes out camping?"

Not very good at it?Fu Qingliu looked at what he did in a strange way, isn't this pretty good?She's just used to slowing down. Although Chi Fei always said that he wanted to hit her when he saw her like this, but it's not an urgent matter, so why bother rushing, slowing down is also a kind of enjoyment.

"I really don't like the activities of feeding mosquitoes in the wild without sleeping in a house. In fact, I hate all sports." Fu Qingliu said bluntly, and continued to tidy up slowly.

Choked by Fu Qingliu's straightforward and unpretentious answer, Bai Mulin joked again: "Hehe, Ms. Fu is a slow person. Fortunately, you work in a gallery with loose working hours, otherwise your boss may will be very angry."

Bosses generally like people who are agile and diligent, but Fu Qingliu is obviously not that kind.It would be even worse to work for someone like Fu Yixun, who would definitely be fired within a few minutes. One of the reasons why Liao Kang was able to work beside Fu Yixun for many years was his speed of handling things.

(End of this chapter)