Hearing this, Xuelang raised his head suddenly, and the dog's face was full of shock.

Isn't it just a few comics?

The little idiot wanted to give it as a gift in return!

Love it!

"I'm joking, I didn't really want to give you away." Shen Jiangling looked embarrassed by Xuelang's stare, he stretched out his hand to cover those beautiful foggy blue eyes, and hurriedly made amends.

"You're a funny dog." Zhou Shengnan touched his chin, his eyes full of interest, "What breed?"

"Aci said it was a Husky." Speaking of this, Shen Jiangling chuckled softly, "But it is much smarter than a Husky."

"It is estimated that there is a bloodline of Bian Mu in the body." Zhou Shengnan added.

"Bian Mu?" Shen Jiangling was delighted, "I have a friend who raised Bian Mu, and he told me that he chose Bian Mu for no other reason than to learn something from Bian Mu, and he almost laughed at me. "

Hearing this, Xuelang was instantly sour, it scratched Shen Jiangling with its claws, and looked at the other party seriously.

No matter how smart Bian Mu is, is Master Xuelang smart?

It knows that the little idiot is eating what is in his mouth and staring at what is in the bowl. He also glances at other people's table from time to time. Don't be too busy.

Whenever you meet a hairy person on the road, you can't walk like a root under your feet!

Xuelang gritted his teeth, his eyes gradually becoming cruel.

"Ahem, no matter how smart that Bian Mu is, how can he compare with our little four?" Shen Jiangling saw that Xuelang was angry, and quickly smoothed his hair, "Our little four is the smartest, most handsome, and smoothest in the world. Slippery dog!"

Xuelang turned his head away and exhaled two groups of hot air from his nose.

For the sake of the little idiot being so sensible, it reluctantly forgave him.

"Ms. Sheng, you talk about business with the eldest brother, and Xiao Si and I are going to find Dad." When the elevator reached the first floor of Shen Xuanjing's office, Zhou Shengnan wanted to go out.

Shen Jiangling didn't want to disturb them, so he made a cheering gesture, "Sister Sheng, come on, try to make me change my name to sister-in-law as soon as possible!"

"Okay, let me borrow your auspicious words." Zhou Shengnan rubbed Shen Jiangling's head, stepped out of the elevator with eight-centimeter high heels, his back was so handsome.

After she left, Shen Jiangling hugged the kraft paper bag in his arms and couldn't put it down, his eyes were bent into two crescent moons.

But Zhou Shengnan's gift was too precious, he couldn't accept it for nothing, Shen Jiangling thought about what to give in return.

He didn't know Zhou Shengnan's preferences, so he planned to turn around and ask Zhou Moli.

In the office, Father Shen was listening to the finance minister's report on last month's performance.

Looking at his serious expression, the finance minister was about to sweat cold sweat from his forehead.

He shrugged, intending to be scolded as usual.

result

"Dong dong dong" three times, the knock on the door rang.

"Dad, can I come in now?" Shen Jiangling twisted the door handle, stuck a small head in, saw other people in the office, and slowly retracted, "Cough, you guys talk first, I'll go out for a walk."

"Xiao Ling." Seeing the younger son, Father Shen's expression softened a lot. He waved to Shen Jiangling, "Don't you want to find materials? The ready-made materials are here, come in."

"Can you?" Shen Jiangling was a little moved.

"Why not?" Father Shen took the initiative to stand up, walked to Shen Jiangling, and brought him to the sofa next to him, "Xiao Zhang, go downstairs and buy some fruit cakes or something."

"Yes, Gu Dong." The assistant responded and hurriedly walked out.

"You sit here and wait for a while, and the food will be delivered right away." Father Shen was called a gentle drizzle.

"Okay." Shen Jiangling sat down on the sofa obediently, he touched Xuelang's head and smiled, "Dad, don't worry about me, continue."

"Well." Father Shen nodded, his back was slightly straight, trying to show his son the most handsome and manly side, he turned to the Minister of Finance, "Where did we just say?"

"Last month's performance..."

Coming out of the chairman's office, the head of the finance department was in a trance.

Seeing him like this, his subordinates showed sympathy.

"Hey, the head of the finance department has been badly trained by the chairman this time. You can see that he is fluttering when he walks!"

"No way, this time the performance growth rate did not meet expectations, and the chairman should be angry!"

"Hey, I'm still going to report to work today. Let's take a look now and forget it."

"By the way, I heard that the chairman's youngest son came to the company today with a particularly fierce big dog... You said, if the work is not done well, will the chairman chop us up and feed the dog? "

"...Fuck you, don't scare me!"

"Earth is terrible, Mom, I want to go back to Mars!"

...

Luckily, Xuelang didn't hear these Erque's mentally retarded dialogues, otherwise he would definitely throw a word to them: I'm sorry, I don't eat people, I have diarrhea.

In some respects, the flower growers are stronger than those from the Fighting Nation. After all, they grew up drinking Sanlu milk powder and eating vegetables fried in gutter oil.

There was no news a few years ago that the flower growers ate at a restaurant abroad, but all the people in other countries suffered from food poisoning. The flower growers did not say anything about the flower family, and they actively helped the medical staff to carry out rescue work.

The arrogance of flower growers is evident.

Shen Jiangling sat in the office for a while, and the assistant quickly came up with two big bags of food. He also thoughtfully bought several flavors of dog food.

After saying thanks, Shen Jiangling opened a pack of dog food, grabbed a few and fed it to Xuelang's mouth, Xuelang raised his claws and pushed it away with disgust.

Shen Jiangling chuckled and shook the dog food into the trash can. He wiped his hands with a wet towel and asked, "Dad, do you have a clip?"

"What clip?" Father Shen looked up and asked.

"It's okay to hold something."

Father Shen opened the drawer and found a box of folders, "Here."

"Thank you, Dad." Shen Jiangling took it, and picked up the dog food from Kaifeng, planning to bring it back to Song Yintian so that he could feed it to Alexander.