PS: Half a year has passed since I was busy and tired, and I have experienced all kinds of bloody dramas about moving, work, and feelings, and finally I started to code words, and I laughed at myself for being even more broken, everyone thought that the author had gone back to the past and become a dog...... However, the author did not choose a dog (go) with a die! It feels so good to re-tap the keyboard. Say happy holidays to friends who are still waiting for the dog update~ There are only four days left in the National Day, and you dead houses don't hurry up and go to the →_→

"You ......"

Zhang Hai also hesitated.

This person is not Gong Jiang, but the housekeeper said just now that there are guests downstairs, and they are here to pick up Da Mao.

Turning his head to look at the husky beside him, it happened that Wen Yang also raised his head.

The man and the dog glanced at each other, turned their heads in unison, and asked the mustache:

"Why didn't Uncle Gong come?"

"Wang! Woohoo? ”

The mustache stretched out his hand and leaned forward politely, Zhang Hai was a little inexplicable, but he still habitually reached out and shook it.

After shaking hands, the strange atmosphere eased.

The mustachioed man took off his sunglasses and said kindly:

"I'm Gong Jiang's friend, you can just call me Xiao Pan. Gong Jiang has something to do today, let me help pick up his dog. ”

Before Zhang Hai could speak, the mustache beckoned to Wen Yang: "Let's go, Da Mao, your father is waiting to see you." ”

Zhang Hai put his hand in his trouser pocket and secretly wiped it in his pocket.

This one is called Pan San, his palms are sticky, and after shaking his hands, Zhang Hai feels that he has something sticking to his palms, and it is not very clean.

"Da Mao, goodbye, I'll let your father take you to play when I get back."

waved the fat dog of Gong Jiang's family with his other hand, which was regarded as a farewell. Although they have been together for a few days, Zhang Hai is really reluctant.

It's really rare to meet a husky with a simple and flexible heart this year. The most commendable thing is that you can play games with yourself, and you can abuse yourself.

Wear!

Wenyang probed his brain along the open car door, glanced twice into the car, and was still hesitating whether to get in the car.

Pan San?

I don't know.

Wen Yang stared twice at the mustachioed man who claimed to be Pan San and Gong Jiang's friend. I always felt that something was wrong, but the mustache looked kind, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Pan San smiled.

The person who contacted him said that the dog was smart. It seems to be true.

casually hung the sunglasses on the collar, Pan San took out something and shook it in front of the husky: "Do you know?" Get in the car, and when you get home, Lemon will be out of school. ”

Wen Yang's hesitation disappeared in a flash.

It was a small Doraemon charm. It was Lemon who was ruthless, pulled out the prize money that won the pet sports competition, and invited Duoduo to save the doll after eating the KFC package. There are exactly two Doraemon, one is given to Duoduo, and the other is left by himself, and he hangs it on his bag preciously.

It is estimated that this kid still uses this Doraemon as a couple ornament.

The origin of this Doraemon, Wen Yang couldn't be clearer, from the sober lemon mouth, he heard it three times, from the half-asleep lemon mouth. That's even more if you hear it.

Seeing the blue fat man's small pendant, Wenyang finally jumped into the car.

Pan San closed the car door, got into the cab, nodded politely at the little owner of the mansion in front of him, raised the dark window, stepped on the accelerator and left.

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The air conditioner was running in the car, and a trace of icy sweet fragrance wafted out.

Wen Yang's nose itched, and he sneezed twice in a row, and then his eyelids became heavier.

Strange, why are you so sleepy?

A vague sense of unease rises. Before he could do anything, Wen Yang's chubby fleshy paws on the back seat began to shake.

Syllable!

The man who claimed to be Pan San looked in the rearview mirror at a large fat dog lying in the back seat, soft, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. closed the lid of a bottle of perfume at the front of the car, took out his mobile phone and pressed a series of numbers:

"Boss Chen, it's done."

If Wenyang was still awake, he would definitely be unable to help but scold his mother in his heart, because immediately afterwards, Pan San nodded and flattered the phone: "Okay." It is guaranteed that it will not die, but it will sleep for four hours, and this medicine is especially effective for dogs. ”

Is there still a royal law?

Is there still a heavenly principle?

The black charcoal in "Back to the Cat" was anesthetized, this time it's good, my Wen Ergou fainted without even seeing the needle!

Gas! Body! Hemp! Drunk!

Only! Dog! Yes! Effect!

Of course, Wen Yang didn't have a chance to scold his mother at the moment, and his first "wo (wo) wang (cao)" sounded in three and a half hours.

The reason why he didn't faint for four hours as Pan San said was mainly because Wen Yang's physical fitness was too special. It is said that it was originally developed for wild adventurers to defend themselves, such as opening this scent bottle near the tent at night, no wild beasts will break into the camp, and there are unknown animals, most of them will faint and fall asleep, but this gas has no effect on human beings themselves.

Strictly speaking, in addition to not being effective against people, it is also effective against large beasts, cats, dogs, pigs, cows, etc.

So Wenyang was "honored" to be plotted with a new weapon.

"Crackle!"

A slender black shadow swayed and fell, then quickly rose up with a loud popping sound in the air.

Whip?

Wen Yang was still a little groggy, squinting and peeking around with his spare eyes.

"Boss Chen,"

Pan San's shadow was reflected on the ground illuminated by the fluorescent lamp, swaying back and forth with the movement of nodding and waisting: "This whip cowhide, you listen to the sound crisp, right?" ”

As he spoke, Pan San swung the leather whip hard, and just from the afterglow of Wen Yang's vision, he could see the crisp and neat shadow of this whip, not to mention the crisp sound of the air bursting when the leather whip broke through the air.

With viciousness, an awkward young voice sounded: "Okay, you kid is good!" I heard that it hurts more when dipped in salt water, so this dog will give you a lesson, and if you don't obey, you will call me! ”

Staring at the black leather rope that hung on the ground and his head was gradually tapering, Wen Yang's heart was awe-inspiring.

Looking at this whip tail, you know that you will have to suffer later.

Listening to what they mean, I am going to be "trained", and I don't know what to be trained into? Pan San looks like a minion, but he doesn't know who the "Boss Chen" in his mouth is?

Pan San smiled, rolled up the leather whip in his hand, and walked towards Wen Yang, who was lying on the ground: "Boss Chen, you can rest assured that I will do something!" ”

The muscles in his legs contracted slightly, and a feeling of weakness came.

Wen Yang knew that this was not the time to resist, so he closed his eyes, lay motionless, and let Pan San drag his two hind legs into the metal cage prepared on the side.

Click.

With a sound of locking, Wen Yang was locked up.

"Tear up."

The tip of the pen swiped across the paper, making a slight brushing sound, followed by the sound of the paper tearing.

"The check is given to you. I'll go first, I'll give you three days to train, don't tell me any reason why it's too short to train, if you can't do it, you'll fuck off. Call you in three days. ”

Boss Chen's young voice came from afar, and the sound of kicking and stomping quickly disappeared. Wen Yang secretly opened his eyes, only to see a back.

"Boom!"

Seeing the so-called "Boss Chen" in his mouth walking away, Pan San spit on the ground with disdain.

"What are you dragging, if you don't have a rich father, Lao Tzu won't do your business."

Throwing the leather whip aside, Pan San carefully blew out the pen handwriting on the check, shook it vigorously, and muttered: "Pretend to be a criminal, can't you give cash?" Return checks. ”

At the mention of the check, Pan San's muttering voice suddenly stopped, tilted his head and thought for a while, and shouted loudly: "Flower pig, flower pig?" Have you cashed a check? Chen He just wrote a check to Lao Tzu, come and see! ”

It sounds like Flower Pig should be this Pan San's companion. The two of them were studying the check on the side, and Wen Yang's attention was completely off the check.

Chen He?

There was nothing wrong just now, the name that Pan San was talking about should be Chen He. In this way, the awkward young voice, as well as the phone call made by Pan San in the car, groveling and shouting "Boss Chen" on the other end of the phone, can all be matched.

The encounter of being thrown a stone while filming the exterior of an advertisement, the unexpected reunion with Chen He in the courtyard of Zhang's house, and the coma in the car after meeting Pan Sanhou not long ago, the scenes are like a replay movie, passing by Wen Yang's eyes quickly. The small space around him, the cold and hard iron bars under him, all converged into a line, pointing directly at the seventeen or eighteen-year-old young boy - Chen He.

Damn it!

Wen Yang didn't know what kind of "good day" would be to greet him. At this moment, there was only one sentence surging back and forth in his heart, almost roaring out: Chen He, I, Wang Liangchen, will not let you go! (To be continued.) )