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"I once went out for a dinner party, but I didn't take it out for a walk. When I got home, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. At that time, I was very guilty. I bought a lot of things that it liked to eat. I planned to make a good apology, but the door opened. , everything that could be demolished in the house was demolished by those second-hand goods! The curtains were pulled to the ground and torn to pieces, the tables, chairs and benches became jagged pieces of wood, and some important documents were pulled out by it and torn for me. Speaking of this, the poor elder brother burst into tears, "I was in the dark at the time and almost threw myself over, but luckily the neighbors came out in time and supported me!"
"It's miserable or you are miserable."
"It's really miserable!"
Shen Jiangling was stunned, "This is too miserable!"
"Hey, after that, I hurried home after work, for fear that my ancestor would tear down the house again! Not to mention the furniture and documents, the decoration cost alone would cost hundreds of thousands! How can I waste so much money!"
...
A good dog meeting has become a Tucao meeting.
However, although these masters were complaining, the doting in their eyes could not be concealed.
There is no way, the ancestors you choose, you have to serve them when you cry.
Can't be lost?
That's so irresponsible!
"Jiangling, the chef of Yintian's family is very good, especially good at western pastry, you can try this mousse cake." The warm young man in a beige trench coat sat beside Shen Jiangling, smiled and handed him a tray with a thoughtful placed on it. Small fork.
"Ah, thank you." Shen Jiangling took the cake, a little flattered.
Xuelang rolled his eyes, borrowing flowers to offer Buddha it was natural, hehe.
As soon as this guy saw it, he knew he was in a bad mood.
"Forgot to introduce myself, my name is Song Changsheng, Song Yintian's brother." Song Changsheng smiled slightly.
"Hello, Brother Changsheng." Shen Jiangling was stunned for a moment, then quickly greeted him.
"Don't be so restrained, I often hear Yintian mention you, and of course, your little fourth." Song Changsheng looked at Xuelang.
"Really?" Shen Jiangling was a little embarrassed.
"I've wanted to meet you for a long time, but I haven't had the chance." Song Changsheng brought Shen Jiangling another glass of orange juice, "I'm tired of eating too much cake. This orange juice is freshly squeezed. Would you like to try it?"
"Okay." Shen Jiangling took it and took a sip.
"I heard Yintian say that you are a cartoonist. You are amazing."
"Generally speaking, what does Brother Changsheng do?"
"I'm not as good as you, I'm a financial person, and I have a philistine vibe all over my body." Song Changsheng laughed at himself.
"That's amazing too! I'm sure I can't do it if I go." Shen Jiangling complimented.
"Jiangling, if you don't mind, let's exchange contact information? Are you free to hang out together in the future?"
"Uh, okay." Shen Jiangling was not so narcissistic that when he saw a person, he felt that the other person liked him, thinking that Song Changsheng just wanted to make friends with him for Song Yintian's sake, and he did not refuse.
However, Xuelang narrowed his eyes and stared at Song Changsheng vigilantly. He faintly saw a huge green cloud floating above his head.
When Shen Jiangling was holding the phone, Xuelang raised his claws and held Shen Jiangling's hand with a serious look.
"Little Si, what's the matter? Are you hungry?" Shen Jiangling asked, rubbing Xuelang's head without realizing it.
Xuelang couldn't answer, worried that Shen Jiangling really exchanged contact information with this wicked guy, he grabbed Shen Jiangling's mobile phone, put it on the ground, and sat on it.
"Little Si, give me your mobile phone." Shen Jiangling couldn't help laughing, "You just praised you for being obedient, but you turned naughty when you turned your face? Are you ashamed?"
Xuelang exhaled a mass of hot air from his nose, and he refused to give it!
Not to die!
"Little Si, don't make trouble." Shen Jiangling tugged at Xuelang's ears, "If you want to play with your phone, I'll play with you later, okay?"
"I have something serious right now."
Serious business?
Xuelang gave Song Changsheng a sidelong glance.
The serious business is to exchange contact information with this guy who wants to pry him?
"I'm sorry, I'm late!" While speaking, a man pushed the door in, gasping for breath, "I misread the time and thought it was tomorrow, but luckily I caught up!"
"Wow, golden retriever! Big warm man!" Shen Jiangling couldn't help but exclaimed.
Hearing this, Xuelang, whose butt was still on the phone, rolled his eyes.
No matter how warm the golden retriever is, can it be warm?
The poor Snow Wolf still doesn't know that in the not too distant future, it will be given a green hat by such a golden retriever of the same style.
The author has something to say: A certain author: Double the green hat, double the happiness! Oh yeah!
Chapter 62
As soon as the golden retriever came, Shen Jiangling couldn't care about his mobile phone, his eyes could not wait to stick to the big yellow dog.
Seemingly aware of his attention, Golden Retriever glanced at Shen Jiangling and flicked his tail in a friendly manner.
The corner of Shen Jiangling's mouth was almost shoulder to shoulder with the sun.
Xuelang was unhappy and walked in front of Shen Jiangling in three or two steps, putting his two front paws on Shen Jiangling's knees, his foggy blue eyes narrowed slightly, staring straight at him.
The huge dog's face suddenly came into view, which startled Shen Jiangling.
When he came back to his senses, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He pinched Xuelang's face and complained, "Little Si, why are you scaring people?"
Xuelang shook off Shen Jiangling's chaotic hand in dissatisfaction.
Where is it scary? Obviously, Shen Jiangling was so fascinated by the golden retriever himself that he didn't notice that it moved!
"Jiang Ling, you are so jealous." The corner of Song Changsheng's mouth rose slightly, looking at Xuelang with interest.
"It's quite big." Shen Jiangling gently squeezed Xuelang's cheeks and kneaded them into various shapes, "If I look at other dogs on the road, it will get angry, it's just a big vinegar jar."
"I used to dream of becoming a sea king and raising a house of dogs, but when I found this ancestor, I became its exclusive shit shovel officer."
This is sour, who can understand?
Hearing this metaphor, Song Changsheng couldn't help laughing, "Haha, Jiangling, you are so interesting."