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“Let’s not do it anymore.” Hearing Yin Qianchen’s cold voice, Liang Yunsheng walked to the bored face reluctantly, hugged its neck and rubbed it, and then said, “Bored, deworming inside and outside is very good. He must have been vaccinated. He will take a shower every about two days. Haocheng will also comb its hair seriously. There is no reason to send it away.”
“He is too big.” Yin Qianchen spit out three words straightforwardly.
When I picked it up, I was still a cute little dog, but I quickly raised it and everyone realized that it turned out that he was a large dog, and it seemed that the breed sounded like a golden retriever.
Liang Yunsheng really didn’t expect that Yin Qianchen would say to him that he couldn’t hold it in his arms, and laughed: “It seems that you still care about the baby very much. You should be good at not caring about boredom. In the future, you can’t pounce on me like this. If you pounce on me again, you will send you away, do you know?”
When he just grabbed bored, a nervous expression flashed across his face
Yin Qianchen didn’t seem to want to continue discussing this topic with Liang Yunsheng, so he passed by her and walked into the room.
“It’s normal to worry. After all, it’s my own child, right?” Liang Yunsheng saw Yin Qianchen leaving, hurriedly followed him, walking, and said while not forgetting.
When Liang Yunsheng opened the door and entered the bedroom, he found that Yin Qianchen had entered the bathroom and started taking a shower.
I had just finished taking a shower in the hospital, not to mention that her arms were inconvenient. So after returning home, Liang Yunsheng lay in the quilt first. Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Liang Yunsheng began to feel a little bored.
So I picked up the tablet on the bedside table in my hand and refreshed the web page casually.