But the next moment, the man smelled a touch of light taste between his nose, and the color of his eyes changed instantaneously.

Huh?

Yinyin smells like other men?

And there's more than one strange smell?

Have other men held the voice like this??

The man's heart was suddenly gloomy, his eyes were covered with blood thirsty Yin cold, and the strength of holding the person in his arms could not help but increase a few points.

Looking at the coquettish dog who almost hugged him and refused to let go, and then listening to the wailing voice in his ear, the soft voice only felt that he was adored by the ugly dog he had only known for less than a day.

Tut tut tut.

I have to say this is an extremely sticky dog!

Although it's a little ugly, it can't hold the cute and stupid dog. It's more sticky than erha she raised in the 23rd century!

"You didn't do anything wrong. I just left for a while. Don't worry..." feeling the uneasiness of the man holding himself, he quickly raised his hand and patted on the dog's back.

She stayed in the slum for a long time. She knew too well how the poor bastards outside wanted to have stable food and clothing. Sometimes she just secretly went to leave some food with the old man sleeping on the roadside. The old man looked at her with bright eyes and wanted to get up and drag her not to let her leave.

She was sure that if the old people were not unable to keep up with her speed, they would really follow her home.

Just like the erha she raised in the 23rd century, isn't it also because she was starving in the street and kindly lost a piece of bread to it, and the stupid dog followed her all the way home. As a result, she still dominated her house later??

You know, in the eyes of those people on the verge of death, even if it is just a thin straw, they are willing to risk their lives to blog once!

In their eyes, dignity and shame are nonsense. As long as they can survive, they are really willing to do anything!

This is also the fundamental reason why those messy bad things happen in the slums every day.

Now, she is the dog's life-saving straw.

The dog's sad words were still ringing in his ears, and the aggrieved almost cried out, "where is Yinyin going? I'll go with you, i... I can do anything... Really, I can do anything, as long as you don't leave me... I can eat very little at each meal, I just eat a biscuit a day... Don't leave me... Please, please... "

"It's not about food......" the soft voice suddenly had a headache. Holding the back of the dog, he laboriously pulled the dog away from himself, which allowed him to avoid a tragic disaster of suffocation.

He cleared his throat and whispered that he was about to drink and scold the dog. When he was so close to him, he turned to the dog. His red pupil was filled with tears and looked pathetic. His face was stunned. The next moment, his heart couldn't help being soft again.

After a pause, he spoke softly and slowly, and his face was full of seriousness. "Good night, I didn't say I wanted to leave you alone. I just wanted to take grandpa to take care of you. It's good for you to recover your wound and let Grandpa spend his old age here. Didn't you say that you were dependent on Grandpa from childhood to childhood? You don't want to be filial to Grandpa, do you? "

"But..." Gouzi was still wronged with tears.

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