When Luoxi woke up the next day, it was already three poles in the sun, almost noon, and the inky black floor-length curtains blocked the brilliant sunlight outside the window.

When Luo Xi went downstairs, he saw that the man was still there, sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper quietly, approaching the past, and his eyes inadvertently fell on a small milk dog lying on the man's trouser leg.

"Huh? Whose puppy? Luo Xi was surprised.

"Yours." Jing Mohao said to the newspaper.

“……”

Luo Xi walked downstairs and hugged the milky white ball of fluffy flesh in his arms.

"Jing Mohao, did you buy this?"

The man glanced at her, stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, and continued to flip through the newspaper himself, "Jian Qing got it back, let you relax." ”

"What kind of dog is this?"

It's so small, you can't even tell which is the head and which is the neck!

"Varieties introduced from Siberia." The man said casually.

Maybe it's just a little rustic dog picked up on the streets of Siberia......

"Oh, that's so cute!"

Luoxi doesn't care what kind of breed it is, it's very cute anyway.

The man's eyelids twitched.

This woman is just so foolish, saying what she believes and what she believes.

"It's so soft, hug it." Luo Xi hugged the little guy, and his heart was about to melt.

"Am I not holding it?" The man raised an eyebrow.

"It's in my arms!"

Luo Xi pointed to his hand.

"You're in my arms!" The man looked full.

"Oh, okay."

How do you feel like the three of them are matryoshka dolls?!

"Does it have a name?" Luo Xi asked Jing Mohao to the puppy.

"Luoxi, are you going to give every grass a name on the lawn when you are idle and bored?" The man asked, frowning.

“…… That's not really, but it's possible to give each of your heads a name......" Luo Xi muttered as he touched the hairball in his hand,

Jing Mohao stretched out his fingers and looked at herself with her little face, "Luoxi, are you saying that my hair is not as much as grass?" ”

“……”

Isn't it?

He also has to compete with the grass?

Luo Xi didn't look at his arrogant stinky face, turned his head and continued to knead the hair ball in his hand,

"People's puppies have names, otherwise how can they be called them in the future! It's so cute, what's it called..."

Luo Xi bit her lower lip and rolled her eyes in deep thought.

The man lifted his leg and tossed her on the lap, "While I want to go, I'll go and heat the meal." ”

"Oh, yes, is it okay to call Momo?"

The man's movements as he got up froze, "Luoxi, do you say it again?!" ”

Momo? He had the same name as a dog?

Why isn't it called Lolo, Xixi?

Even more awkward, it makes him feel like he's in Japan every day......

"What's the matter, you see that he is as white as a droplet, soft as foam, so he is called Momo." Luo Xi explained the meaning of the name very carefully.

"No way!" Jing Mohao objected mercilessly.

Luo Xi knew what he was angry about, but he said even more presumptuously, "That...... Why don't you call it Haohao? Jing Xiaohao? Jing Xiaomo? ”

"Luoxi! Do you want to die? ”

"I don't care, it's called Momo now."

The man saw that she was smiling so happily, and didn't want to quarrel with her, so he went into the kitchen with a black face.

Doesn't she like animals?

If you have a pet at home, won't this woman run around?

Luo Xi rubbed the top of the little milk dog's head, Momo's eyes opened a thin slit slightly, his eyes were black and bright, the water was glutinous, and his small mouth was slightly raised, and he was drooling from time to time.