The sunshine outside is just right.
The sun is shining, and the blue sky is clear and transparent.
Large golden light reflects the mottled shadows of trees in the yard, illuminating the veins of the leaves clearly.
Song Shengsheng pushed the wheelchair and arrived in the yard.
She raised her face, closed her eyes gently, and enjoyed the light coming towards her, warm and not at all dazzling.
The cold skin slowly becomes warm.
The white and jade-like little face also turned slightly red.
Song Shengsheng was comfortable and basking in the sun for a while, and did not talk to him as if he could not notice the little tail following him.
Shen Zai endured it very hard.
I wanted to talk to my mother several times.
But he was afraid of causing trouble for his mother, so he didn’t dare to speak out.
After Song Shengsheng had enough sunlight, she went to the glass flower room in the yard.
The area is not large, but it is not small either.
There are dozens of varieties inside, and the flowers in the sunny warm-up room do not need to bloom in the right season.
Gorgeous, like intertwined flowers.
It is arranged in this expensive glass flower room, looking like a corner of the fairy tale world.
Song Shengsheng likes roses.
Therefore, the most cultivated here are various roses.
When she was bored, she would come to the flower room to count pots one by one, as if in Hong Kong City, only these flowers belong to her.
Even she doesn’t belong to her.
There are dedicated people in the flower room to take care of these precious varieties every day.
The hostess’ sudden visit made them tremble and nervous.
On the one hand, I was afraid that my wife would get angry, but I also smashed these flowers that I had finally raised to pieces.
On the one hand, I am even more afraid that my wife will hurt myself here.
They all see Mr. Shen’s cherishment and love for his wife.
In this family, the wife lost a strand of hair, and they might all be held accountable.
No one is more important than her.