Wind Moan's two hands held Ala's head in place, preventing it from dodging, and his gaze locked.

If you don't look at the object of your gaze, it's actually a bit of a domineering president.

"Wang!"

With a whoop, Allah lowered his head and seemed to agree.

"Okay, it's up to you to behave."

Wind Groan let go of Ala's head, and as soon as he got up, the phone rang.

It's that familiar phone number again, but Feng Yin can't remember why this phone number is familiar.

The original owner and Cheng Yanqiu really have no connection.

If you really want to talk about connection, it is probably a young death, one dies at the beginning, and the other dies in the early stage.

"Hey, look for your family Allah, wait a minute, I'll turn it around for you."

Wind Groan took the phone and put it in Ala's ear.

"Woo Woo Woo ———"

Ala's passionate cry came into the phone, causing Cheng Yanqiu, who didn't have time to speak, his eardrums vibrate.

"Allah, Allah, stop screaming."

"Wang-"

"Allah, call the wind to answer the phone."

"Wang-"

Cheng Yanqiu experienced the helplessness and sadness of the chicken and duck, and one person and one dog were stunned for ten minutes.

Cheng Yanqiu began to doubt his decision, was it really the right decision to give Allah to Feng Yinyang?

On the other side, the wind groaned out of the shower, looking at Allah who was still "talking on the phone".

"Looks like a good point."

Feng Yin calmly went to the kitchen, leaving a private space for one person and one dog.

Another twenty minutes later, Allah went into the kitchen with the phone in his mouth, staring at the wind-chanting pot with a big head,

"Done?"

Feng Yin took a piece of paper in disgust, wiped the phone stained with saliva, and said to himself: "Let your master prepare a special phone for you." ”

"Wind Whispering ——-"

There was a roar on the phone page without a hanging point.

Wind groans with a finger on the hands-free button.

"What's wrong with you?"

The standard wind-chanting service tone made Cheng Yanqiu breathe up, and his head was a little dizzy.

"Wind Groan, don't give Allah any trouble next time you call."

"To whom?"

Cheng Yanqiu took a deep breath and said, "Here you go!" ”

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't expose his personality too early, Cheng Yanqiu really had thousands of words to say.

The wind groaned, and the voice changed from service to perfunctory.

"Something to say."

Cheng Yanqiu didn't dare to delay time, who knows if this Feng Yin, who doesn't play cards according to the routine, will give the phone to Allah.

"Give me the address of your house, and I will send Allah's daily necessities, and in the future, Allah's food will be delivered to the door, don't give it messy things."

Feng Yin looked at Allah who was drooling over his instant noodle pot on the side.

"Then what if it has to eat, after all, they are half my dog master."

Half... Dog master?

Who is the other half?

Cheng Yanqiu's mouth was itchy and uncomfortable, and finally he said, "Look at it, I like it." ”

"Okay, do you have anything else?"

"No—"

"Doodoooo

The phone was hung up by the wind, and the instant noodles were not delicious after waiting for a long time.

Cheng Yanqiu looked at the phone that was hung up, and regretted for the second time in his heart, whether he had found the wrong foster person for Ala.

But there is no one particularly suitable around him.

There are a lot of people in the family, but no one in the family really likes dogs, they are all fed, never accompanied.

"Let's take it one step at a time."

Buzzing and shaking twice, Cheng Yanqiu received a text message from Feng Yin's address.

Cheng Yanqiu transferred the content of the text message and told him to send it to this address.

At about five o'clock the next morning, Feng Yin was woken up by Allah.

(End of chapter)