Eternal Burning

I am mine, mine. Beiyan moved up excitedly.

I also followed and saw that the name on the other side's badge was He Weizhou, so I called him Doctor He.

How is the dog?

He Weizhou took off his mask, revealing a pair of sparse but attractive facial features.

Both hind limbs are fractured, and both legs have been cast, but they still need an infusion. Speaking of which, he took us to see the sleeping puppy before the anesthesia passed.

The puppy is an authentic local dog, about three months old, lying there pitifully, with its tongue drooping, as if it were dead.

This dog can't be brought back, neither with me nor with my parents, there is no place for him.

For now, I have to temporarily put it in a pet hospital and find another owner when it recovers.

Yu Xixi seems to have always wanted to raise a dog for self-defense, so let's ask her when the time comes.

For the convenience of contact, before leaving, He Weizhou left my mobile phone number and said that he would send me pictures of the puppy regularly.

After dealing with one cub, there is another.

I got Beiyan into the car and sent him home.

If you have something to say in the future, don't lie to me. Go up. It is said that the cram school is late today, and there is still traffic jam on the road.

Beiyan dawdled out of the car and asked, Brother, aren't you going up?

I glanced at the familiar and unfamiliar green iron door and shook my head: No, I have something else to do later.

Oh. He looked a little lost, so I went up.

He took out the key and opened the iron door. He went upstairs a few times and disappeared from my sight.

Every family in this restaurant is cooking, and the food in the neighborhood is fragrant. Parents should be waiting for him to go back to eat.

Pressing the shriveled stomach, I clicked on the take-out software, and then ordered a bowl of rice bowls from the previous operation. When I got home, it was left at the door. The rice has risen, it's cold, and it's hard to eat.

It is tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to abandon it.

After taking a few bites, I couldn't eat it, and finally I gave it to the trash can.

Chapter 12 Reservoir Dogs

Xiaojie, why haven't you come to see me for so long? Yang Youling sat in my arms, her tone full of dissatisfaction.

Nominally, we are the relationship between the father and the daughter, but she never called me Father, just called me Xiaoji, and I don't know where I heard it.

Because I want to work to make money. I tap her tiny nose and park the wheelchair at the dining table.

So hard. The little girl kissed my cheek with the rabbit doll in her hand and said, okay then, forgive you.

time to eat. Yang Haiyang came out of the kitchen with the last soup, and when he saw his daughter sitting on top of me, he quickly let her down. You could tell by his expression how much he was afraid that Yang Youling would crush me.

Actually, I'm not that vulnerable. Ever since I watched the stars with Shang Muxiao, I feel that I'm a little tougher both physically and psychologically.

Oh. Yang Youling pouted and jumped out of the wheelchair, holding the plush rabbit and sitting in her exclusive seat.

It is said that this pink rabbit doll was a birthday present from Shang Yunrou, and the little girl likes it very much. She takes it with her wherever she goes recently.

The food is all made by Yang Haiyang himself. As a home-cooked dish, it tastes very good, much better than takeout.

During the meal, Yang Haiyang and I had a casual chat, mostly on topics that were short for parents, Yang Youling's performance in kindergarten, convenience store business, him and Shang Yunrou...

I like Aunt Yunrou, I want her to be my mother! As soon as she heard Shang Yunrou's name, Yang Youling raised her head from her rice bowl with a grain of rice sticking to her lips.

But Aunt Yunrou hasn't agreed to marry me, what do you say? Yang Haiyang took off the rice from his lips for his daughter, smiling like a father.

Then try your best. Yang Youling frowned and gave her advice very seriously, pretending to be pitiful, Aunt Yunrou is so good, she will sympathize with you.

I couldn't help laughing out loud, and said to Yang Haiyang: I told you to pretend to be pitiful, did you hear that? study.

Yang Haiyang was also dumbfounded: I'm not Shang Muxiao, so I can't pretend to be pitiful.

When I heard Shang Muxiao's name, the smile on my lips faded a little, and I deliberately changed the topic and said: Have you proposed marriage?

Yang Haiyang also mentioned it casually, and quickly put Shang Muxiao behind him and started talking about his marriage proposal.

I'm going to propose on Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving? Although it is also a holiday, most Chinese people are not religious, and it is rare to hear that they will propose marriage specifically on Thanksgiving.

Yang Haiyang said: If the proposal is successful, this day will be my Thanksgiving every year.

I was stunned for a while, and I was very emotional. I didn't expect Yang Haiyang to have such an affectionate side.

I have already ordered a candlelight dinner in advance, and I have bought a ring. I just hope that the day will be smooth and there will be no accidents. There was a flicker of worry in his eyes, but it quickly dissipated, and he didn't talk to me deeply.

I think I know the surprise in his mouth

What is it. If Shang Muxiao learns that he proposes to marry him, I'm afraid it will not be as simple as smashing a stone into the glass. I am afraid that he will be attacked by Shang Muxiao in the dark alley and his head will be smashed.