Chapter 115: It's Not a Dog, It's His Son

After leaving the café, she walked a long distance, and only stopped after she was sure that she couldn't see herself from Du Yuze's point of view.

In fact, the phone call just now was not from the hospital at all, it was just an insurance sales call.

She just seized the opportunity and found a reason and excuse to escape.

She was scared, she was afraid that if she continued to stay, she would show her stuff because she couldn't pretend.

As for why she fled, what she was afraid of, and why she didn't dare to face Du Yuze......

She didn't know the reason for this, and she ...... Don't dare to think about it.

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In the evening, when Qin Feiyu arrived home, it was already more than 7 o'clock in the evening.

Afraid that the two little things would be hungry, she prepared food for them as soon as she got home, divided them, and put them in front of them.

As soon as it was eaten, Nuo Nuo began to gobble up, and it can be seen that it is really very hungry.

However, the same dog, or the same kind of Hiromeran, Harry is different from Nuonuo, although he is already very hungry, he still eats one bite at a time, slowly, chewing slowly, almost like someone.

Even picky eaters are the same.

With the same amount, the glutinous food was clean, but Harry's rice bowl was still mostly left.

Just when Qin Feiyu wondered if what she had done was not to Harry's taste, the phone vibrate.

Click to see it, it's WeChat sent by Fu Jingye.

The content of the information is long, and it is all about Harry's habits.

What brand of milk to drink in the morning, what food to eat, what to eat at noon, how much water to drink, what to eat in the evening, what brand of dog food to eat...... Wait a minute......

The information is swiped from the beginning to the end, the words on the screen are full, and the words are roaring and sleeping, no matter how big or small.

This......

Qin Feiyu turned her head to look at the multicolored plush object lying on the sofa, and there was an illusion that she was not raising a dog, but Fu Jingye's son.

Looking at the glutinous glutinous who was biting toys in her nest and laughing at herself, she suddenly had a feeling that there was a dog like this, and I was very comforted.

In the evening, after a simple dinner, seeing that his friend had not come back, Qin Feiyu made a call to Song Wanwan.

Song Wanwan told her that there were several patients in the hospital who needed immediate treatment, so she would go home later.

After taking a shower, Qin Feiyu sat in front of the computer, and she began to search and collect information on all of Suhua's makeup products.

Now that she has decided to enter this industry, she has to make achievements, not to mention, it is still the makeup design she has always loved.

Although she is still only an assistant, this is only the first step towards her dream.

Just when she was trying to take notes and study seriously, Yuchen also called, Qin Feiyu glanced at it, didn't answer, and hung up directly.

After a while, the phone rang again, and the caller ID was still Yu Chenyi.

Qin Feiyu closed his eyes, sighed, frowned, picked up his phone and pressed the button.

"What's the matter?" Qin Fei's tone was very light, so light that it made people feel a little indifferent.

"I want to drink your stewed chicken soup!" On the other end of the phone, Yu Chenyi's voice carried a bit of grievance and a bit of expectation.

Qin Feiyu's eyes fluctuated, but he quickly regained his composure, "You should tell Qin Feiyu and not call me!" ”

"I said, I want to drink your stewed chicken soup!" Seeing Qin Fei's indifferent attitude, Yu Chen also felt uncomfortable, and his tone of voice unconsciously rose a little.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the time and I don't have the obligation!" Although his heart was set off by waves, Qin Feiyu still chose to ignore it, and after finishing speaking, he hung up the phone directly.