Chapter 110

Shen Qinghuan is very worried about keeping it. The owner of the little suckling dog suddenly thinks of it and asks it back.

That kind of feeling is like working hard for a long time and finally going to a fruitless ending.

Such a contradictory Shen Qinghuan reminds Lu Ziheng of her lost orange cat in her previous life. She is afraid to lose it, so she dare not try again.

"Wang ~"

The little suckling dog seemed to be aware of the possibility of being abandoned again, barking weakly.

"If you don't take it in, it won't survive tonight."

Lu Ziheng didn't force Shen Qinghuan to raise the abandoned dog. He tried to persuade her in another way. He hoped that she would overcome the haze of her previous life instead of growing into a so-called smiling dummy with a mask in the future.

He went to Shen Qinghuan and asked gently, "do you want to hold it?"

Shen Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, but finally he couldn't help it. He took the little suckling dog from Lu Ziheng.

"Wang ~"

Because it's too thin, Shen Qinghuan can't tell the specific variety.

He rubbed Shen Qinghuan with his little head, as if praying that Shen Qinghuan would not give it up.

Under the streetlights, Shen Qinghuan saw the little suckling dog. Except for its belly, its fur was orange.

It is quite similar to the color of the pocket lost in previous life.

If it wasn't for the different kinds, she would almost have thought that toudou came back with her life.

It's obviously inappropriate to stay at the old class's home. After all, Shen Qinghuan lives in Liu Min's home, and her eyes turn to Lu Ziheng.

The boy's slender fingers rubbed the head of the little suckling dog, "don't worry. Leave it all to me

Shen Qinghuan carefully put the little suckling dog into Lu Ziheng's arms. The wound on his leg was scabby and his fur was in a mess.

"Next time you come to see it, you'll be alive and kicking!"

It's getting late.

Lu Ziheng waved his hand and motioned to Shen Qinghuan to go back to rest early.

Fortunately, I can catch the last subway.

Lu Ziheng put the poor little suckling dog into his pocket and rushed home all the way.

Mother didn't know she hadn't come back.

Lu Ziheng left a note and snapped the door of the next door neighbor.

"Who is it?"

"Uncle situ. It's me Lu Ziheng roared.

The door was opened.

Lu Ziheng saw a very familiar face.

An Yunyao also recognized Lu Ziheng.

She laments that the world is so small that her husband lives in a neighborhood with the students in her school.

Lu Ziheng went straight to the subject and handed the small suckling dog to situ Zheng for inspection.

Situ Zheng yawned, "where did you get a dog?"

Lu Ziheng's long story is short, but an Yunyao catches the cat's eye from the conversation between Lu Ziheng and her husband.

Situ Zheng carefully examined the whole body of the little suckling dog and found that most of the wounds were cut by small stones or flowers on the side of the road.

He bandaged the little suckling dog and vaccinated it. "If there's anything after that, contact during the day."

"Oh. Good Lu Ziheng also realized that he came in the middle of the night, a little too abrupt.

Fortunately, the phone in his pocket covered his embarrassment.

"Qinghuan?" Lu Ziheng held his mobile phone around his neck, "HMM. The dog is OK. It will recover in two days. "

"I thought about it and decided to give it a name."

"What a coincidence." Lu Ziheng's tone is mild, "my thoughts are the same as yours."

"Well, what's a better name?"

"I'll count to three two one, let's talk about it together." Lu Ziheng suggested.

"Good."

In the count of the voice fell a few seconds, two people with a voice: "pocket!"