"I am me, mine." Bei Yan moved up excitedly.

I followed, and when I saw the name on the other side's badge was "He Weizhou", I called him "Doctor He".

"How is the dog?"

He Weizhou took off his mask, revealing a pair of sparse but attractive facial features.

"Both hind limbs are fractured, and both legs have been cast, but they still need an infusion." He took us to see the sleeping puppy before the anesthesia passed.

The puppy is an authentic local dog, about three months old, lying there pitifully, with its tongue drooping, as if it were dead.

This dog can't be brought back, neither with me nor with my parents, there is no place for him.

For now, have to temporarily put it in a pet hospital and find another owner when it recovers.

Yu Xixi seems to have always wanted to raise a dog for self-defense, so let's ask her when the time comes.

For the convenience of contact, before leaving, He Weizhou left my mobile phone number and said that he would send me pictures of the puppy regularly.

After dealing with one cub, there is another.

I got Beiyan into the car and sent him home.

"If you have something to say in the future, don't lie to me. Go ahead. Let's just say that the cram school is late today, and there is still traffic jam on the road."

Beiyan dawdled out of the car and asked, "Brother, aren't you going up?"

I glanced at the familiar and unfamiliar green iron door and shook my head: "No, I have something else to do later."

"Oh." He looked a little lost, "Then I'll go up."

He took out the key and opened the iron door. He went upstairs a few times and disappeared from my sight.

Every family in this restaurant is cooking, and the food in the neighborhood is fragrant. Parents should be waiting for him to go back to eat.

Pressing the shriveled stomach, I clicked on the take-out software, and then ordered a bowl of rice bowls from the previous operation. When I got home, it was left at the door. The rice has risen, it's cold, and it's hard to eat.

It is tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to abandon it.

After taking a few bites, I couldn't eat it, and finally I gave it to the trash can.

Chapter 12 Reservoir Dogs

"Xiaojie, why haven't you come to see me for so long." Yang Youling sat in my arms with a dissatisfied tone.

Nominally, we are godfather and goddaughter, but she never calls me "godfather", just calls me "little mustard", and I don't know where I heard it.

"Because I have to work to make money." I nodded her small nose and parked the wheelchair at the dining table.

"It's so hard." The little girl kissed my cheek with the rabbit doll in her hand and said, "Well then, I forgive you."

"It's time to eat." Yang Haiyang came out of the kitchen with the last soup. Seeing his daughter sitting on top of me, he quickly let her down. You can tell by the look on his face how afraid he is that Yang Youling will crush me.

Actually, I'm not that vulnerable. Ever since I watched the stars with Shang Muxiao, I feel that I'm a little tougher both physically and psychologically.

"Oh." Yang Youling pouted and jumped out of the wheelchair, holding the plush rabbit and sitting in her exclusive seat.

It is said that this pink rabbit doll was a birthday present from Shang Yunrou, and the little girl likes it very much. She takes it with her wherever she goes recently.

The food is all made by Yang Haiyang himself. As a home-cooked dish, it tastes very good, much better than takeout.

During the meal, Yang Haiyang and I had a casual chat, mostly on topics that were short for parents, Yang Youling's performance in kindergarten, convenience store business, him and Shang Yunrou...

"I like Aunt Yunrou, I want her to be my mother!" Upon hearing Shang Yunrou's name, Yang Youling looked up from her rice bowl, a grain of rice still stuck to her lips.

"But Aunt Yunrou hasn't agreed to marry me yet. What do you want to do?" Yang Haiyang took off the rice from his daughter's lips and smiled with a fatherly face.

"Then try harder." Yang Youling frowned and gave her advice very seriously, "Pretend to be pitiful, Aunt Yunrou is so good, she will sympathize with you."

I couldn't help laughing out loud and said to Yang Haiyang, "I told you to pretend to be pitiful, did you hear it? Learn it."

Yang Haiyang was also dumbfounded: "I'm not Shang Muxiao, so I can't pretend to be pitiful."

When I heard Shang Muxiao's name, the smile on my lips faded a little, and I deliberately changed the topic and said, "Have you already proposed?"

Yang Haiyang also mentioned it casually, and quickly put Shang Muxiao behind him and started talking about his marriage proposal.

"I'm going to propose on Thanksgiving."

"Thanksgiving?" Although it is also a holiday, many people in China are not religious, and it is rare to hear that they will propose marriage specifically on Thanksgiving.

Yang Haiyang said: "If the proposal is successful, this day will be my Thanksgiving every year."

I was stunned for a while, and I was very emotional. I didn't expect Yang Haiyang to have such a affectionate and romantic side.

"I've already ordered a candlelight dinner in advance, and I've bought a ring. I just hope that the day will go well without any accidents." There was a trace of worry in his eyes, but he quickly dissipated and didn't talk to me deeply.

I think I know what he means by "accident". If Shang Muxiao found out that he proposed to marry him, it would not be as simple as hitting a glass with a stone. I was afraid that he would be attacked by Shang Muxiao in the dark alley and his head would be smashed.

After dinner, Yang Haiyang cleaned up the table and took out two tickets for the art exhibition from the bedroom.

"Mei Zixun's solo exhibition?" I read the head-up on the ticket, not familiar with the artist.

"It's Yunrou's mother." Yang Haiyang said, "After her death, all her paintings were managed by the foundation under her name. Every year, art exhibitions are held around the world regularly. In addition to maintaining the daily operations of the foundation, the proceeds will be used for charity. ."

"The ticket was given to me by Yunrou, let me give it to you, saying that you look like a person with great artistic appreciation..."

Although aesthetics is also a branch of the philosophical system, I have always just studied and discussed it, and know very little about the works it presents. but……

"Thank her for me." Since it was sent to me by Shang Yunrou, I should go there anyway, so as to live up to her kindness.