Furry Feeding Diary

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Song Yanchu rubbed it carefully, and Song Xiaole soon fell asleep. When he slept, he always curled up, protecting his stomach like a puppy.

Song Yanchu tried to relax Song Xiaole by stroking his back, straightened his legs little by little, and finally pulled his arms gently to his body, Song Xiaole turned into a little koala , Song Yanchu put his arms around him, giving him a sense of security.

When hugging Song Xiaole, Song Yanchu's heart was very calm, and he didn't have any unreasonable thoughts, even he was surprised, when Song Xiaole made little noises, he was even thinking about what to make for breakfast tomorrow morning.

Song Xiaole likes to eat Chinese food, but is not interested in bread and milk. Song Yanchu decided to order steamed shrimp dumplings and chicken soup wontons from the teahouse his mother frequented, and give Song Xiaole a taste.

He can't wait to change the pattern every day and let Song Xiaole taste all the delicacies in the world.

Song Xiaole said that he used to eat leftovers often, and sometimes he didn't even have to eat leftovers. The water bowl was dirty and bugs often fell into it, but he still had to drink water, because he would not be so hungry after drinking water, and he He was locked up all year round, eating, drinking and drinking in the same place. It was terribly dirty, and many places on his body were inflamed and festered.

Song Yanchu felt distressed when he heard it, this little fool still said he didn't hate it, no wonder he rushed into the alley that day, then came back crying and asked: "Will you forget me?"

He even feels sad for those who have hurt him to forget him, what a silly and loveless child he should be.

Song Yanchu pressed a kiss on Song Xiaole's hair.

Now he doesn't care if Song Xiaole is open or not, he just wants Song Xiaole to become a person who is loved calmly.

Song Xiaole slept until dawn, and the sunlight came in through the gaps in the curtains. Song Xiaole woke up comfortably, stretched her waist, and opened her eyes to find Song Yanchu sleeping beside him.

Song Xiaole's heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and she couldn't even hold her breath.

Song Xiaole sighed countless times, Mr. Song is really the most handsome human being he has ever seen, even the people on TV can't compare, his nose bridge is high and straight, Song Xiaole touched his nose, the tip of the nose is small, no Mr. Song is so upright, he is comparing, Song Yanchu also woke up.

He looked at Song Xiaole with sleepy eyes, unconsciously reached out and touched Song Xiaole's ear, and said in a low voice, "Good morning, Xiaole."

Song Xiaole hugged Song Yanchu's waist, buried her face in Song Yanchu's body, and said in a muffled voice, "Mr. Song, good morning."

Song Yanchu was puzzled and fished him out, only to see Song Xiaole's blushing cheeks.

It turned out to be blushing.

Song Yanchu looked at him leisurely, and then touched Song Xiaole's ears, this time Song Xiaole directly wrinkled her face and plunged into Song Yanchu's arms, not knowing why she was blushing.

The puppy's ears are very sensitive, it's really too much for Mr. Song to touch like this, Song Xiaole thought.

Song Yanchu picked up his mobile phone to order breakfast, and then played with Song Xiaole's arm. Song Xiaole's whole body was limp, and he didn't get annoyed by any bullying, and kept smirking at Song Yanchu.

After steaming the dumplings and wontons, Song Xiaole swallowed while holding the small bowl.

Song Yanchu piled all the delicacies in front of Song Xiaole, and let him wipe them out by himself, until his stomach bulged.

Song Xiaole stuffed the steamed dumplings into his mouth, ran to the bathroom, took out yesterday's 50 yuan from his trousers, and put it in Song Yanchu's hand.

He always thought that Song Yanchu used his money to buy vegetables, so he had to pay for breakfast himself.

"Where did it come from?" Song Yanchu asked.

Song Xiaole said vaguely: "I went to move things yesterday to make money."

"Moving what?" Song Yanchu frowned.

"I moved heavy boards, lime bags, and broken glass, a lot," Song Xiaole said with a smile, "I made 50 yuan, which is half of 100 yuan, and 3000 yuan—"

Song Xiaole counted with her fingers: "One of sixty."

He smiled optimistically, but Song Yanchu looked very unhappy.

He rubbed Song Xiaole's face, and then made an excuse to go to the balcony to get something. When he got to the balcony and closed the door, he called the property manager directly. Only then did Song Yanchu lose his anger for the punishment.

Song Yanchu asked the property manager to help him convey to Song Xiaole that the security guards can stay in the security room, and there is no need to stand outside in such a hot day. If Song Xiaole disagrees, he will directly change the employee rules, and in the future, no one is allowed to ask Song Xiaole to remove the decoration garbage .

After finishing the phone call, Song Yanchu returned to the restaurant, looked at Song Xiaole with a smile in his eyes, and saw that he was eating happily.

Song Xiaole saved half of the steamed dumplings and half of the wontons for Song Yanchu, "Mr. Song eats."

Song Yanchu said, "Thank you Xiaole."

A few days later, on a clear afternoon, Song Xiaole was sitting in the security room and carefully watching the intersection. Song Yanchu suddenly drove back, and when he reached the door, he lowered the window and asked Song Xiaole to get in the car, saying that he would take him to pick up Xiaole. dog.

Song Xiaole ran over in surprise.

When they arrived at the pet hospital, Song Xiaole was led in by Song Yanchu. There was an Akita dog half a person's height at the door. Song Xiaole was startled and hid behind Song Yanchu, not daring to go in.

Song Xiaole didn't dare to enter the door until the customer took the Akita dog away. The front desk took them upstairs and saw the little local dog that was almost sent to the tire factory.

Song Xiaole was taken aback for a moment, this little earth dog was a bit like his previous life.

In the previous life, there was a big mirror in the yard of the old owner's house, so Song Xiaole knew what she looked like.

The yellow-gray hair is messy, the ears are very pointed, and the body is thin and long, which is not good-looking.

The nurse put the puppy into Song Xiaole's arms, and said with a smile: "Now is the peak of the little dog's appearance, and it will not be so cute when it grows up."

The corner of Song Xiaole's mouth turned down immediately, and he turned his back angrily, hugging the puppy in his arms.

The nurse was stunned, and Song Yanchu was also a little surprised. He touched Song Xiaole's shoulder and was twisted away.

The little guy lost his temper again for no reason.

Song Yanchu suddenly realized Song Xiaole's minefield: it seemed that Song Xiaole would throw a tantrum whenever the little dog was mentioned.

Song Yanchu then coaxed him: "We are going to take it home, go buy some necessities, you can pick it yourself, okay?"

Song Xiaole's mouth was so pouted that he could hang an oil can, he vented his anger on Song Yanchu, and said dissatisfiedly: "What if it doesn't grow up cute? It will be like me when it grows up, Mr. Song, will you continue to adopt it?"

"Isn't it nice to be like you? Like you is the cutest."

Song Xiaole blushed, almost shaken her mind, and said after waking up, "It's a little dirt dog, and no one in the community raises a little dirt dog."

"Aren't you a little dirt dog too?" Song Yanchu said with a smile, "I'm going to raise it. Let's see who dares to say anything."

Song Xiaole slowly raised the corners of his mouth, only then was he satisfied. The trembling puppy gradually calmed down in Song Xiaole's arms, and even because he felt the warmth, he turned over while lying down, with his belly facing upwards, and his four little paws scrambling. waved.

Song Xiaole said to it while walking to the shopping area: "You want a home, you want a home! I know you may still miss your mother a little, but don't be afraid, you will have the best master in the world, I I will always take care of you, you will be as happy as me, you are already a very lucky puppy."

After Song Yanchu signed, he came over and asked Song Xiaole, "What are you talking about?"

Song Xiaole shook her head shyly and said no.

The puppy was also happy, biting the number sticker on Song Xiaole's body, Song Xiaole shrugged his nose at him, and said seriously: "Don't bite!"

The puppy let go as if he understood, and obediently curled up in Song Xiaole's arms.

Song Yanchu was startled.

Song Xiaole didn't pay attention to the change in Song Yanchu's expression. He chose a nest for the puppy, a set of small pots and pot stands, all of which were light yellow that he liked.

When paying the bill, Song Xiaole had no money, so he could only wait for Song Yanchu to come over. Song Yanchu was answering the phone, Song Xiaole lowered his head to talk to the puppy when he was free, and when he looked up again, he happened to meet the cashier's eyes.

The cashier was a very young boy, he looked at Song Xiaole with scrutiny and was very unfriendly.

Song Xiaole took a step back in fright.

After Song Yanchu answered the phone and came over to pay the bill, Song Xiaole hurriedly hid behind Song Yanchu.

When he left the pet hospital, the cashier was still staring at him, but fortunately Song Yanchu had him in his arms, otherwise Song Xiaole would have stumbled in fright.

After returning home, Song Xiaole put the puppy in the kennel, and then ran to the kitchen to make goat milk for the puppy. When he came out, he saw Song Yanchu squatting in front of the kennel, stretching out his hand and gently stroking the little dog's head. The earth dog was lying in the middle of the den, looking at ease.

Song Xiaole was instantly unhappy.

very unhappy.

It was as if an inflated balloon had been stuffed into his heart.

He walked to Song Yanchu's side, and called sullenly, "Mr. Song."

Song Yanchu didn't realize it yet, so he raised his head and smiled at Song Xiaole: "It's ready? Let me feed it. You go to take a shower and change clothes. Isn't it hot in this uniform?"

Song Xiaole reluctantly handed the goat milk to Song Yanchu. He stood at the door of the bathroom and looked out furtively. When he saw Song Yanchu holding a small milk bottle to feed the puppy with goat milk, he clenched his fists so angry that his lips were covered. It hurts to bite.

He didn't understand why he was so angry.

This feeling……

Just like Miss Ji came that day.

In fact, the day Miss Ji came, he was also very unhappy, but he was a bully puppy who only dared to be angry with his own kind.

Song Xiaole took a bath in aggrieved manner, rinsed off the shampoo in a hurry, took a few minutes to finish the shower, and then walked out, Song Yanchu was making dinner, the little dog had already fallen asleep, covered with a small blanket, Song Xiaole suddenly felt that his thoughts just now were very bad. He was very guilty, squatted down to cover the little dog with a blanket, and turned up the air conditioner by one degree.

Walking into the kitchen, he clung to Song Yanchu's body. After Song Yanchu finished cooking a dish, he stretched out his hand and pulled Song Xiaole into his arms. "Why doesn't Xiaole look very happy?"

"No."

"Isn't it your wish for the puppy to come home?"

Song Xiaole nodded, and suddenly hugged Song Yanchu's waist without making a sound.

Song Yanchu didn't think he was making trouble, and let him stick to him like brown sugar.

"Xiao Le give the puppy a name. Now that Xiao Le can read, she should be able to name the puppy."

"I have to think about it carefully." Song Xiaole said seriously.

"Okay, Xiao Le thinks about it slowly."

The puppy started barking again while eating, Song Yanchu put down his chopsticks and went to soak goat milk to feed the puppy.

Song Xiaole wanted to feed, but Song Yanchu asked him to eat, "It's been a hard day, eat well."

How could Song Xiaole still eat, pounding the rice bowl with chopsticks, while angrily watching Song Yanchu feeding the puppy.

Mr. Song never fed him.

When Song Yanchu turned around, he saw Song Xiaole's expression, and when he was about to speak, Song Xiaole continued to bury his head in his meal.

But Song Xiaole's unhappiness was fleeting. When he finished eating and went to see the puppy in the den, he felt narrow-minded again, and his cheeks started to burn because of shame. He squatted down and touched the puppy's lanugo, "Well, for the sake of you being a baby, I'll—"

What is he?

Song Xiaole got stuck halfway through speaking, and he didn't know what he wanted to say.

——Just allow Mr. Song to feed you?

No, no, how could he use the word "allow" to Mr. Song.

Mr. Song is the owner, and permission is an instruction. Only the owner can issue instructions to the puppy.

But he really didn't want Mr. Song to share the tenderness. Song Yanchu clearly said that he wanted to make him happier every day. Because of Mr. Song's doting, he also gradually changed, and the little emotion of being doted on and proud would always be unconscious. revealed.

Sometimes he feels like he's not himself anymore.

For the first time, Song Xiaole was so entangled that she couldn't eat.

After finally staying up to sleep at night, Song Yanchu just helped Song Xiaole cover the quilt when he heard the puppy barking, he touched Song Xiaole's face, and then turned around to feed the puppy.

Song Xiaole looked at the ceiling in frustration.

When Song Yanchu finished feeding the goat milk, rinsed the bottle and was about to enter the master bedroom next door, Song Xiaole suddenly picked up the quilt and ran over. He originally wanted to make a bed next to Song Yanchu's bed.

He wanted to sleep next to Mr. Song, and if the puppy barked at night, he could rush out to feed it without disturbing Mr. Song.

But he didn't consider that the quilt was too long, and he forgot to wear slippers, stepped on the edge of the quilt, slipped again, fell forward, and fell directly into Song Yanchu's arms.

Song Yanchu was stunned, looking at Song Xiaole who threw himself into his arms, and said with a smile: "What are you doing?"

Song Xiaole blinked in a daze.

Then came out a sentence: "Mr. Song, I want to sleep with you."

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Countdown to puppy awakening!

感谢在2022-07-1515:36:01~2022-07-1608:44:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Joe Rabbit got rich! 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: one plus six equals seven 6 bottles; 5 bottles for Ji Yue’s day when I want to be green again; 2 bottles for the old pigeon; 1 bottle of Zhaoyi, Shuixin classmate, soybean milk jade unicorn forever god;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!