Mr. Lu, please keep your animal character

Chapter 250 [Husky] What else do you want after you have inherited my mansion?
Sweeping his emotions, he didn't hide them. He hugged his knees angrily in front of him, half of his face buried in his arms, and his whole little head drooped: "Except for that time, I have never scratched my head. It's 'Thank you for your business'."

Lu Shengjing didn't predict that the bottle of air freshener he picked was the perfume that Fan Fan couldn't part with the most, "I'll buy it and give it back to you."

He raised his face in despair and looked at the husky's face in front of him. He could still see Lu Shengjing's temperament, "Out of print means completely unavailable."

"Who said I want to buy it in the market?" Husky leaned against her ear and rubbed her face gently. "There are many ways to get something. Since it has existed, it means it can be created a second time. .”

"You know how?" Swian asked.

The dog-head next to the ear said without humility: "I don't know how, but someone must."

Even though he had no talent, he was still enjoying himself here. Sweeping scolded him as a "silly dog" in a low voice.

"Some things cannot be bought with money." Sweeping reminded him again.

Lu Shengjing disagreed: "There is only one reason for this result - lack of money."

The husky picked up a flattened rubber duck from the carton and placed it on Swoop's lap. He pushed it gently with the tip of his nose and said, "Send it to you. I'll give it to you."

Sweeping the five-cent duck back to his temporary residence in one breath, "Are you comfortable living here?"

"Not bad," the adult husky lowered Jingui's head, picked up the small toy that had been turned upside down in his mouth, turned it over and piled it up in the corner, and sorted the cardboard box. "I just discovered the benefits of the paper house now. I missed a month."

I had never seen him tidy up the bedroom so seriously. Sweeping the room was a little speechless. He picked up a squashed little duck and stood up to pick up the feather duster.

Lu Shengjing suddenly called her out of his wits: "Juanjuan, wait a minute."

Swallowing was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"You seem to have taken away my things." Lu Shengjing said, tilting his head slightly stubbornly to stare at the feather duster and the small flat object between his fingers.

He was such a dog. He swept the little duck tightly and said, "You just said you gave it to me."

"Well," the husky fluttered his nose sensitively, and slowly leaned closer to the hand but retreated quickly before touching the chicken feathers, and whispered, "I want to make sure it's the one I gave you."

"Hurry up and confirm." Sweeping his hand out, waiting for him to confirm.In addition to the deflated little duck, there was also a feather duster handed over.

The husky wagged its tail in a fawning manner, unable to hide the flattering smile on its face, and made the request in a strong tone: "Honey, huskies hate the smell of feather dusters. You...change your hand to hold it."

Sweeping the body down, looking straight at his flattering ears and stern mouth, he said, "Okay."

As he said that, he put the feather duster aside and spread his hands for him to smell.

The husky sniffed the little duck carefully and said, "Not this one." Then the little duck was picked up by him.

"You...this duck costs fifty cents, and more than half of it is a gift." In the gradually shocked eyes, the Husky placed the little duck on the top layer, and then sniffed out the rubber ducks one by one among the rows of cardboard boxes. The other one was flat, and he bit it carefully and took it out, looking at the vacant position.

Sweeping confused: "What are you doing?"

"We're doing something very technical." This little flat duck is on the bottom layer. Take it out to leave a gap. The next second, the little duck on the upper layer just snaps into the gap to fill it.

Lu Shengjing was very satisfied that there were no piles of music scattered all over the floor, and then proudly put the rubber duck he picked out into the palm of Sao Curu, and poked it in with his nose through the tiger's mouth: "It must be this one, please trust my sense of smell." Looking forward to the micro-expression of praise, maybe some huskies will not be proud of being praised.

"...So playful," said a colleague whose one-year-old child was not playful. Sweeping the rubber duck out of his chest, "How old are you?"

Lu Shengjing thought thoughtfully: "Converted to a dog's age, maybe it's less than two and a half years old."

"No need to convert." Sweeping up, he picked up the feather duster and turned around, "I also want to remind Mr. Lu that two and a half years old is not the age to retire."

"I will take care of the company's affairs." Lu Shengjing promised.

However, since Lu Shengjing stepped out of the cardboard box and walked slowly on the treadmill for half a minute, saying "morning jog", he has been showing off his extraordinary sense of smell in various places in the room.

I made a phone call midway, also talking about customizing perfume.

It was fine for him to take a break during the holidays. After dinner, Lu Shengjing would sit on the sofa and play with Lu Juanjuan. Every time he looked up, Lu Shengjing would move to another place to smell strangely, like a strange dog that had never seen his own home. .

Sweeping the armpits of Lu Juanjuan, he picked it up, looked at it and Lu Shengjing's face, which was almost shrunk in color, and asked, "Lu Juanjuan, look at your dad, isn't he tired?"

The lifted little husky turned half a circle in the air and looked at Lu Shengjing, "Wow," Lu Juanjuan's eyes were tired of looking at it, and he opened his mouth and curled up his pink tongue to yawn.

"You need to get some sleep, otherwise you won't be energetic during training." Sweeping down the puppy and holding him in his arms, smoothing the fur on the top of his head. "I'll buy you some meat in the afternoon. When he was a human, he would let it go." You, but he’s a husky now.”

Little Juanjuan didn't know if he understood or not, so he obediently clung to the hostess' arm and closed his eyes to refresh himself. In the evening, Lu Shengjing took him to the treadmill and jogged for half an hour.

Lu Shengjing, who had been watching Lu Juanjuan jog for half an hour, also felt a little tired. He lay down next to the girl and said, "Juanjuan, good night."

"Ah," Xi Juan was stunned for a moment, she thought the bed was all hers tonight, "You don't want to play Lu Juan anymore?"

"Yeah." Lu Shengjing said close to her, "I'm a little tired after running for half an hour. I want to go to bed early tonight."

"..." It was clearly Lu Juanjuan who was running away, and Wei Quan sighed in his heart, "How stupid am I to marry you, a piece of shit?"

"Did Lu Juan Juan go to bed too? Are you still running?" Fanfan asked. It was not strange for him to put the poor puppy on the treadmill and sleep without covering his head.

"It has also fallen asleep," Lu Shengjing said in a disgusted tone, "It lacks exercise and its body is too weak. Juan Juan, you have to supervise me and not spoil it too much."

"You dote on it?" Sweeping his hair started to explode. "Don't you have a correct understanding of what you are doing?"

Human body temperature makes Husky feel very comfortable, and the environment around her has a low magnetic field.

The husky raised his head from her shoulder to her collarbone, and his ears gently swept her slightly cold chin: "It has inherited one of my mansions, what else does it want?"

Mansion?

Swallowing knew why he didn't bring the pile of rubber ducks and the box with him, "Did his name be written on the real estate certificate?"

Lu Shengjing said gently: "It's your name."

(End of this chapter)