He Wangye dominates the entertainment industry

Bai Nian's eyes widened.

She heard it!

Once this setting is accepted, no matter how you look at it, the bichon in the box is exactly the same as her.

She couldn't accept that Zheng Xi kept a substitute for her, she just felt disgusted!
But she didn't want to accept Zheng Xi's gift, this is another little life, once she takes over, she will be responsible.

Why is this person so annoying!

Always doing things "for her" self-righteously, dancing in her minefield crazily!
"give it to me!"

Bai Nian took a deep breath, calmed down, and took the box.

When I got home and finished the New Year's Eve dinner, grandma went into the house to sleep, and she nestled in the box, staring at the little bear bored.

She couldn't help rubbing the bichon's little head, and the puppy's moist tongue slid gently over her hand, rubbing against her palm in favor.

She was a little thankful that she brought the dog back, otherwise, this puppy who looked very similar to her would act like a baby with Zheng Xi like this, and just thinking about that scene made her feel upset.

She can't keep the little bichon frizz. After the new year, help it find a suitable owner.

The eyes just fell on the little white fur ball. It was struggling to climb up the sofa with its short legs. It fell down again and again, but stood up again and again, trying to climb up. It is round and very cute. So cute that her heart melted.

She reached out and put the little fur ball in her arms.

Although it was given by Zheng Xi, but it is too cute, she is not willing to give it away.

The Spring Festival Gala was playing in the background of the TV, and she and the puppy looked at each other, upset.

"Ding dong", Bai Nian received a WeChat message.

[Zheng Xi: There are some things it is used to at home, I will send them to you tomorrow, and take a look at them, okay? ]
Bai Nian rumpled his hair irritably and slumped on the sofa.

If it weren't for this wechat, Bai Nian might have been captured by the bixiong.

But Zheng Xi's wechat has strengthened her mind.

Afraid of showing affection with the little bixiong again, she put the little bixiong on the ground and directly asked the bamboo shoot alliance for help.

[Bai Tuanzi: Emergency in Jianghu, does any of you want to raise a cute puppy? ]
[Bai Tuanzi: Super cute.picture.jpg]
Sitting with his family, Feng Chi casually clicked on the picture, a small furry head appeared in front of his eyes, those round eyes were innocent, exactly the same as Bai Nian.

He touched his nose and pushed the phone towards his younger brother: "Brother is going to give you a New Year's gift, do you like it?"

Feng Heng didn't look carefully, just glanced at it casually, saw that it was a puppy, and replied casually: "I prefer Tibetan mastiffs."

"Really? Hengheng, look, brother's friend bought two a few days ago, and they are in very good condition. You like that brother will give you a... New Year's gift." Brother Feng Feng Cheng immediately answered, Feng Heng's gaze was caught He attracts.

The two brothers leaned together and talked about which of the two was the better looking.

Elder Feng and Father Feng were still around, interjecting a few words from time to time.

The wind gallops up the forehead.

Is he the only one in this family?
He typed quickly: "My family is big, especially suitable for keeping a dog. I will pick it up tomorrow."

Bai Nian replied quickly: "Okay!"

Bai Nian put down his phone and stroked his little furry head.

Fengchi will definitely treat Bixiong well, and she will be able to visit her later, she will be very happy.

She hummed softly, and replied to Zheng Xi: "No, I'm giving it away, I'm busy, don't bother me."

The next day, at Feng's house, two dogs, one black and one white, were put together.

Although the black one is a puppy, it is tall and strong, with thick muscles and sharp eyes. Even though it is still small, you can still see the demeanor of a dog king.

And the white one is a fluffy little group, with short and round legs, big round eyes, black and shiny, timidly leaning against Fengchi's feet, trembling and daring not to move.

Feng Cheng joked with Feng Chi: "You just gave this to Heng Heng? Only little girls would like it."

The old god Fengchi is here: "A straight man like you won't understand, no wonder I haven't had a sister-in-law until now."

Feng Cheng snorted: "It seems like I have younger siblings, bet? Hengheng must like me."

Fengchi's eyes brightened: "Gamb! I have a fancy car recently."

After a while, Feng Heng came down from the downstairs, and at the same time everyone from the Feng family came.

Feng Heng looked at the two dogs on the ground, and when he was about to speak, Feng Chi preempted him: "You can only keep one, Heng Heng, you pick one, and the rest will be sent back."

Feng Heng squatted down, and the black-headed little Tibetan mastiff sniffed his scent, and stood beside Feng Heng resolutely, his thick hair trembled, and he gave a shiver, quite surrendered.

And the little bichon was even more frightened, with its tail caught in its broken leg, trembling and laying on the ground, not even daring to whimper, its eyes full of fear.

Feng Cheng was a little complacent: "Look, this little Tibetan Mastiff is more compatible with Heng Heng."

Feng Heng touched the head of the little Tibetan mastiff, the little Tibetan mastiff hesitated, stuck out his tongue, and licked it lightly in the palm of his hand.

"It's a good dog." Feng Heng nodded in satisfaction.

He has a strong vicious aura, and animals will subconsciously avoid him when they see him, and only this kind of heroic little Tibetan Mastiff dares to move closer to him.

This little Tibetan mastiff is very good in appearance and quite majestic, he likes it very much.

Feng Cheng: "Leave it if you like it, the elder brother specially found it for you."

Father Feng felt sour in his heart: "I don't see you being filial and filial to your father."

Old Man Feng snorted softly: "I didn't see you being filial to your father either!"

Fengchi was very dissatisfied at being ignored, he picked up the little bichon christmas, and the little bichon frowned kept on getting into his arms: "Hengheng, take a closer look at this one!"

Feng Heng took a look, and found that the little bixiong's head had been completely buried.

He doesn't like this timid creature, just like a little rabbit who is particularly afraid of him.

What's more, he can't keep too many dogs, and the little Tibetan mastiff will be jealous.

"Thank you, brother, but..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the little bixiong timidly showing his round eyes under Fengchi's efforts, looked at him tremblingly, and then quickly slipped back into Fengchi's embrace.

It was like seeing his little rabbit for the first time.

At that time, he cleared up some bandits, and after he settled them, he saw a skull rolling in front of a little girl. The little girl backed away in fright, her eyes were terrified, and those eyes were exactly the same as the little bichon bear today.

Chubby, timid, but full of curiosity about the world.

The corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, and he reached out to take the little bear, and looked at it carefully.

The little bixiong was held in his arms, still trembling, but biting the bullet to please his palm.

The corners of his lips became more and more curved, as if he saw the little rabbit sleeping for the first time, trembling as if he had Parkinson's disease, but he knelt gently on the bed, and timidly asked: "Master, can I give you a massage?"

"Let's keep them all." Feng Heng said, suddenly remembered that Feng Chi said that only one could be kept, and frowned again, "Is that okay?"

"All right, all right! Sure, all right! If not, it's all right!"

It was the first time that Mr. Feng saw his grandson showing a longing expression, and he immediately expressed his opinion.

Fengchi proudly patted his elder brother on the shoulder: "Brother, I value a car recently."

Feng Cheng wondered: "Why does Heng Heng like bichon frize?"

Feng Chixiao's mystery: "The secret of the sky must not be revealed."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he was patted on the shoulder by a slender hand: "Who gave this to her?"

Fengchi: "...how do you know?"