Chapter 110

Shen Qinghuan was very worried about keeping it. The owner of the little milk dog suddenly remembered it and asked it back.

That feeling is like working hard for a long time and finally moving towards an ending without results.

Such a contradictory Shen Qinghuan made Lu Ziheng think of her lost orange cat in her previous life. She was probably very afraid of losing, so she didn't dare to try again.

"Wang ~"

The little suckling dog seemed to be aware that he might be abandoned again. He barked weakly.

"If you don't take him in, he probably won't survive tonight."

Lu Ziheng didn't force Shen Qinghuan to raise the abandoned dog. He persuaded her in another way. He hoped that she could overcome the haze of her previous life, rather than grow into a so-called dummy wearing a mask and smiling in the future.

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

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

"Wang ~"

Because he is too thin, Shen Qinghuan can't distinguish the specific varieties.

It rubbed Shen Qinghuan with its small head, as if praying Shen Qinghuan not to give it up.

Under the street lamp, Shen Qinghuan saw that the little milk dog's fur was orange except his stomach.

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

If it weren't for the different kinds, she almost thought it was a pocket and came back alive.

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

The boy's slender fingers rubbed the head of the little milk dog, "don't worry. Leave everything to me! "

Shen Qinghuan carefully put the little milk dog in Lu Ziheng's arms. The wound on its leg scabs and its fur is messy.

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

It's getting late.

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

Fortunately, I can catch the last subway.

Lu Ziheng put the poor little milk dog in his pocket and hurried home all the way.

Mother doesn't know she hasn't come back yet.

Lu Ziheng left a note and hurriedly patted the door of his next door neighbor.

"Who?"

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

The door was opened.

Lu Ziheng saw a familiar face.

An Yunyao also recognized Lu Ziheng.

She lamented that the world was so small that her husband now lived in a neighborhood with the students of her school.

Lu Ziheng went straight to the subject and handed the small milk dog, which was huddled into a ball, to situ Zheng for inspection.

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

Lu Ziheng's long story is short, but an Yunyao caught the fishiness from Lu Ziheng's dialogue with 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 anything happens afterwards, contact him during the day."

"Oh. OK. " Lu Ziheng also realized that he ran over in the middle of the night, which was a little too abrupt.

Fortunately, the phone in his pocket covered his embarrassment.

"Qinghuan?" Lu Ziheng held his cell phone around his neck, "HMM. The dog is fine. He will recover in two days. "

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

"What a coincidence." Lu Ziheng's tone was gentle. "My idea is consistent with yours."

"Tell me, what's a better name?"

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

"OK."

After the sound of counting fell for a few seconds, the two people said in the same voice: "go around!"