The charming Samoyed bravely plays the vicious female supporting role!

Jiang Huanhuan's ice cream never made it into Song Jinmian's mouth.

His reactions were extremely quick.

The moment Jiang Huanhuan pushed the ice cream towards him, he already noticed it and turned his head away.

Jiang Huanhuan became more and more anxious.

"...Are you suffering from heatstroke?"

She encountered a dog suffering from heatstroke during a physical examination at the pet hospital.

Oxygen supply, blood draw, and IV drip.

Even various rescue and cooling measures are required.

The dog almost couldn't be rescued.

She had never seen a human suffer from heatstroke.

But it should be no different from a dog's!

Jiang Huanhuan called out to the system, saying, "The system is not working properly anymore!" [System, system, system!]

The system felt something was strange, but it didn't know what was strange.

System: [Like Wen Yunxuan, his vital signs are normal, except for a slightly rapid heartbeat, but no signs of heatstroke.]

System: [Heatstroke is different for humans and puppies. For humans, it's just a minor illness! Don't worry too much!]

The system was also puzzled. These humans were so weird. Why did they suddenly feel uncomfortable?

After repeated assurances from the system, Jiang Huanhuan reluctantly relaxed and took back the ice cream in her hand.

But after all this trouble, the ice cream has almost melted.

The moment Jiang Huanhuan took back the ice cream, the melted "snow mountain" finally collapsed under the weight.

"what."

With a slight "paji" sound, the white silk skirt splashed out different colors.

Jiang Huanhuan was a little embarrassed: "Are you going to draw a Samoyed today?"

The sun is shining and the grass is green.

Song Jinmian lowered her head and rubbed the hem of her pure white silk skirt.

"Don't move, it's uncomfortable being wet."

Jiang Huanhuan held up the hem of her skirt and nodded honestly: "Oh."

As the water flowed, her slender fingers rubbed the hem of her skirt, and the black stains drifted away with the water.

The stains were washed away bit by bit.

"Fortunately, it was just stained and can be washed off." Song Jinmian carefully checked the skirt and removed the weeds on her body.

In the sunlight, Jiang Huanhuan held up the hem of her skirt, motionless.

The breeze blew gently, and the waist-length curly hair swayed in the wind. The ends of the hair curled up like little hooks, shining.

She looks like a well-behaved doll, pleasing to the eye.

But at this moment, only Song Jinmian knew how much of a worry Jiang Huanhuan was.

He sighed slightly.

"Godfather?" Jiang Huanhuan suddenly asked with some confusion.

Song Jinmian quickly collected his thoughts and asked gently, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Huanhuan was silent for a moment, then hesitated and said, "No, it's just your expression just now. It seemed like you thought I was really worrying."

But at this moment, Song Jinmian's expression was no different from usual.

Song Jinmian rubbed his fingers and smiled: "How could that be? You think too much."

Jiang Huanhuan was a little suspicious, but she had no evidence.

Before he had time to think about it, Song Jinmian spoke again: "See if it's done?"

Jiang Huanhuan touched it and said, "It's still a little wet."

Song Jinmian said, "Then let it dry for a while longer."

Jiang Huanhuan nodded and turned to see the sweat on Song Jinmian's forehead.

The sun was scorching, but he was willing to stay with her here to bask in the sun. His usually porcelain-white face was now tinged with a faint red.

"Godfather, you're so kind." Jiang Huanhuan was indeed a little touched, looking at him with her puppy eyes. "You're so good, so powerful, and you know everything!"

Jiang Huanhuan's almost straightforward and childish words made Song Jinmian want to laugh.

But you could tell from her eyes that that was what she thought.

The incredible thing about Jiang Huanhuan is that she can express what she thinks very directly, and she can also speak out what she likes generously and frankly.

The more they got along, the more Song Jinmian found it amazing.

He smiled and said softly: "Thank you, but these seem to be useless things."

His eyes fell on the tender green weeds in the lawn.

Today's science popularization did bring back some memories for him.

"While I was recuperating, I was confined to my house in the mountains."

"That period... wasn't very fun. My family was worried I might become depressed, so they took away any sharp objects, including books they considered extreme and violent. We even had no internet or communication, and even the few close friends we had were forbidden to visit."

"Fortunately, there is a large forest in the backyard with many plants."

“There’s also a lot of gardening knowledge in the replacement books.”

Speaking of this, Song Jinmian even made a little joke.

"We offer cooking, sewing, planting, breeding, and even postpartum care for sows."

I was really afraid that he would have an accident, and I wanted to put him in a cage to ensure his safety.

This way, it would not lead to his death, nor would the Song family's stocks suffer any losses.

That group of people came every day to test and evaluate.

Afraid that he won't take charge, but also afraid that he will take charge.

They were afraid of his abilities and looked down upon him as a useless person.

It's like meat on a chopping board, being turned over and over, evaluated and selected, the fat being cut off with this sharp blade, and being devoured with blood.

"Touch."

Jiang Huanhuan gently touched Song Jinmian's forehead.

His hands were cold after touching the clear water, and it instantly pulled him away from his memories.

Song Jinmian looked up and saw Jiang Huanhuan looking at him with surprise.

"You're super helpful, okay?"

"If you hadn't been here today, Little Apple and I wouldn't have been able to figure out the names of so many plants."

"You remember it all! And you can even tell us about it! Isn't that amazing?"

Maybe the flowers and grass on the roadside will also be happy.

Some people will stop and tell others their names instead of calling them wild flowers and weeds.

Song Jinmian moved his lips.

Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by the sudden ringing of his cell phone.

"Answer the phone quickly." Seeing that Song Jinmian didn't move, Jiang Huanhuan immediately urged him.

Only then did Song Jinmian pick up the phone.

Came the assistant's voice.

"Mr. Song, the matter has been handled properly. Wen Yunxuan has been sent to the hospital for treatment. His vital signs are stable and his mood is stable."

"There's a meeting in an hour and a half that requires your personal presence. The drive is estimated to take forty minutes."

Jiang Huanhuan heard it.

After Song Jinmian hung up the phone, he took the initiative to say, "Then let's go back. The skirt is dry, and it's almost time for Xiaoqi to come find me."

Jiang Huanhuan set off pushing the wheelchair.

Two balloons floated along.

Jiang Huanhuan talked about Xiaopingguo on the way back.

"Her mother is also a strong woman. She seems to be in the media business and films everywhere."

"Little Apple has a younger sister named Xiao Qingmei, and it is Little Apple who usually takes care of her."

"Xiao Qingmei recently had a fever, and it was Xiaopingguo who discovered it and called 120 herself. She's amazing."

There wasn't much to talk about, but Jiang Huanhuan's tone was very happy.

It just sounds comfortable.

Drowsy and comfortable.

No need to think with your brain or engage in intrigue.

The cool air from the art gallery slipped out, carried by the breeze, wrapped around the two of them, and blew away the scorching heat brought by the sun.

Just as the wheelchair was about to be pushed into the art gallery, Jiang Huanhuan seemed to have thought of something, and her happy tone suddenly stopped.

Instead, there was a cautious exploration.

"Is Song Linxiao doing well recently? The last time I went back, he didn't seem very happy."

Song Jinmian clenched his hands slightly.