Feng Yin fixed Alla’s head with both hands, preventing it from dodging and locking his vision.
If you don’t look at the object you look at, you actually have a bit of a domineering president.
“Wang!”
With a whistle, Ala lowered her head and seemed to agree.
“Okay, it depends on your performance.”
Feng Yin let go of Allah’s head and the phone rang as soon as he got up.
It was the familiar phone number again, but Feng Yin couldn’t remember why this phone was familiar.
The original owner and Cheng Yanqiu really have no connection.
If you really want to talk about contact, it is probably that you die young, one dies at the beginning and the other dies in the early stage.
“Hey, look for your Alla, wait a moment, I’ll transfer it to you.”
Feng Yin took the phone and placed it next to Alla’s ear.
“Wool, wool, wool——”
Ala’s passionate cry came into the phone, causing Cheng Yanqiu, who had not had time to speak, to vibrate his eardrums.
“Ala, Allah, stop barking.”
“Woolwoo–“
“Ala, shout Fengyin to answer the phone.”
“Woolwoo–“
Cheng Yanqiu experienced the helplessness and sadness of the chicken and duck talking, and each person and a dog talked like this for ten minutes.
Cheng Yanqiu began to doubt his decision. Is it really the right decision to give Allah to Feng Yinyang?
Feng Yin came out of the bath on the other side, looking at Allah who was still “talking on the phone”.
“It seems pretty good.”
Feng Yin calmly went to the kitchen, leaving private space for each person and a dog.
Twenty minutes later, Ala entered the kitchen with the phone in her mouth, staring at Feng Yin’s pot with a big head,
“Are you finished chatting?”
Feng Yin took a piece of paper in disgust, wiped the saliva-filled phone, and said to herself, “Let your master prepare a special phone for you.”
“Feng Yin—-“
A roar came from the phone page that had no hanging up.