Lin Mumu glanced at the clouds again, and saw that the wall clock on the wall had pointed to twelve o'clock, and Lin Mumu could only obediently hold the quilt and sleep.

The quilt is so cold, I really want a warm bed!

The bed is so empty, I really want to sleep with someone!

Lin Mumu was lying on the cold bed, tossing and turning, and even the quilt was useless.

In fact, the weather is not very cold, but the forest trees are more afraid of cold, and it is the menstrual period, so they will be more afraid of cold.

She didn't expect this world to be so spiritual, obviously she just wanted to find an excuse not to go to physical education class, but she didn't expect it to really come.

The forest is not happy, but the sleepy word is the head, and you still have to sleep! When you fall asleep, you have everything.

No, she just fell asleep, and she felt that her body was no longer cold, because there was a big hot water bottle beside her, which could be held for warmth, pillows, and leaning on as a pillow, which was so comfortable.

Perhaps because of the menstrual period, Lin Mumu didn't get up early in the morning, so he simply slept lazily, especially holding the warm hot water bottle and warm quilt, and didn't want to get up lazily.

When Lin Mumu woke up, Yun Ting went to work again, and in her bed, there was really a hot water bottle covered by a cartoon white dog, and at her feet, there was a warm, fluffy real dog.

Lin Mumu looked around suspiciously, the aura of clouds filled the entire room, and she could feel it even if others were gone.

Especially on the quilt, there is still his residual warmth.

"It's not a dream, is it?"

Lin Mumu looked at the bed where she slept as a kennel, and then at the neat sofa, this time completely confused.

"Then did I hug the clouds or the hot water bottle last night?"

She obviously thought it was the temperature of the clouds last night, warm and comfortable, and he seemed to have left a few hot and moist lip marks on her cheeks and dry lips.

Lin Mumu touched his lips, feeling that everything was unreal.

Is it a dream?

Tangled woods and trees, still have to go to school tangled.

I went to class in the morning, went to the master at noon to report and raise flowers, rubbed the master's car and went home to have a good meal, and went to the flower shop in the afternoon to continue raising flowers.

Lin Mumu's daily life is quite regular.

It's just that this afternoon, Lin Mumu's flower shop business is very good!

Wang Xiulan and a few interns are busy with spinning tops, because of the feng shui that Professor Lin talked about yesterday, many people in China believe in this, and are willing to spend dozens of yuan to decorate the room and ask for a good fortune by the way.

As a result, what they sell today is neither succulent, nor orchids or peonies, but common four-season bonsai, which are not expensive, but the profits are not bad.

Liu Yuanyuan was not at ease to hand over the purchase to others, so she pulled Chen Fangya to buy the goods. The store is mainly supported by Wang Xiulan.

It's just that the forest is wood, and don't want to escape the catastrophe.

She just set up a posture in the backyard and took out her favorite pots of treasures to bask in the sun, and Wang Xiulan called her.

"Mr. Lin, there is an ancient Taoist chief with white hair and beard and wearing Taoist robes, who says that he is an acquaintance of yours."

"Pour him a cup of tea, I'll be in a moment." Lin Mumu responded helplessly.

Five minutes later, Lin Mumu washed his hands, changed his working apron, and came to the front hall.

The person who came was seen yesterday, Guxi's master, Gu Qingdao.

"Lin Daoyou." Gu Qing Daoist didn't dare to hold Lin Mumu when he saw it, but he no longer insisted on calling Uncle Lin Mumu.

Yes, at such an age, he can't call other people's little girls and uncles at every turn, and everyone is embarrassed.