Madam, the entire entertainment industry is looking forward to your divorce

Chapter 501
Jian Siling jumped three feet high in anger: "You guys are too much, leaving me here alone to face your old man, you are lucky, and you actually took your little sister-in-law out for a trip. Are you still human? You Do you know that your old man came to look for me just now? Do you know how much psychological pressure I have just endured? My little heart can hardly stand the strike."

Shen Xiuran didn't say a word.

I heard Song Anhao shouting excitedly: "Uncle, look quickly, there are seagulls over there! And over there, is it a mirage? My God, it's so beautiful, and I can still see a mirage..."

Jian Siling felt even more unbalanced and aggrieved.

Although wronged, but there is a more important thing.

"Boss, are you at sea? How did you go there? You are not..."

Before finishing speaking, Shen Xiuran interrupted impatiently: "Is there anything else? I'll hang up the phone!"

Jian Siling: "...??"

After being dazed for two seconds, Shen Xiuran saw that he was silent, and hung up the phone decisively.

Jian Siling: "...??"

Whoa whoa.

Want to kill someone?

Here he endured the storm.

They are very chic over there.

seagull?

Mirage?

He has lived for nearly 30 years, and he has never seen a mirage!

Ruthless dogs and men.

Did the boss forget that he was seasick?
Is love really so delicious that even seasickness can be cured?

Ah……

It was stimulating him, a single dog, again.

I curse the rain where you travel until you return.

……

Jian Siling's wish came true.

Not only did Shajiang Island not rain, but the weather was very good.

golden beach.

The blue sky.

The endless sea.

The sea and the sky meet, it is so beautiful.

After the cruise, Song Anhao took out his mobile phone, couldn't help taking pictures of the beautiful scenery around him, and posted a circle of friends and Weibo.

After seeing Song An's popular circle of friends, Jian Siling dropped his phone angrily, beat his feet and chest, and lamented the injustice of God.

Song Anhao booked a homestay.

In order not to make Shen Xiuran feel uncomfortable, she specially paid for the entire homestay, including the tour guide in the homestay.

Shajiang Island is an independent small island.

There is no commercial atmosphere here, no supermarkets, no hotels, no inns, only a few very simple homestays.

Here you can only experience the ultimate sky, sea, reefs, and beaches.

Most of the tourists live in the city closest to Shajiang Island. They arrive at Shajiang Island by cruise ship before dawn and leave after dark. Only some individual tourists who are willing to spend money will stay here overnight.

So the homestay here is expensive.

The environment is not like a hotel inn. There are no large rooms, no jacuzzi, and no extra-large double beds. It is very down-to-earth, like living in an ordinary person's home. Although it is not luxurious, it is very warm.

After taking them to the room, the owner of the homestay went to prepare lunch for them.

Shen Xiuran's face was pale, and his forehead was covered with dense sweat, as if he was enduring pain.

Ever since the cruise, she had sensed that something was wrong with him.

Although he tried his best to suppress it, his pale lips could not deceive her.

Song Anhao asked with concern: "Uncle, what's the matter with you? Is there something uncomfortable? Could it be that you caught a cold in the wind at sea?"

Shen Xiuran shook his head, sat on the sofa, and slowly adjusted his state.

Song Anhao immediately poured him a cup of hot water: "Uncle, take a sip of hot water and take a while."

Shen Xiuran took the hot water and drank it slowly.

Song Anhao was still worried, put his palm on his forehead, felt his body temperature again and again, and said worriedly: "I'll ask the owner of the hotel to see if there is a pharmacy here."

Shen Xiuran pulled down her hand on her forehead, and said softly, "I'm fine! Just take a rest!"

Song Anhao touched the palm of his hand.

No fever.

Nor cough.

No stuffy nose either.

I don't want to catch a cold.

But his complexion was indeed ugly, and his lips hadn't recovered their color yet.

(End of this chapter)