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Since the dog he raised a few years ago left unexpectedly, Bai San never took the initiative to contact small animals.

He knows that such a mentality is not good, like a stone blocking the middle of the road, every time he chooses to bypass it instead of thinking about moving it away.

In fact, even now, when he sees the little milk dog, he will be surprised and like it, but that's all.

"How long has your friend left it temporarily?" Bai San's cowardly look a minute ago disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He moved a small stool and chose to stand on it to unpack the cartons, took out the pet supplies sent along with the puppy, and unwrapped layers of bubble wrap.

The arduous task of taking care of the little milk dog was left to Jiang An.

The little milk dog is still too young, and it keeps barking when it comes out, maybe it is hungry.

Jiang An took out a pack of milk powder from the carton, washed it open, and took a small bread left over from the morning, tore it into small pieces, soaked it in the milk bowl, and put it in front of the puppy.

"Not sure." Jiang An glanced sideways at Bai San, he bent over to take something, his voice was muffled, the little one seemed to fall into the cardboard box.

Jiang An paused, and added, "Maybe a week, maybe longer."

Whether the little milk dog will stay or not mainly depends on whether Bai San likes it, if he can accept it, and wants to keep the little milk dog, everyone is happy.

If he doesn't like it, he can return it at any time within three months. Before taking the little white dog back, he communicated with the friend who is still acquainted with him.

Bai San let out a muffled "Oh", groped in the depths of the cardboard box for a long time, and threw out a toy puppet of a little milk dog.

When he turned his head, he looked at the little milk dog who was eating all over his face, and Jiang An next to the little milk dog. His expression was a little disgusted but helpless. He pursed the corners of his mouth, turned around, bowed his head, and frowned.

Fortunately, the little milk dog is still young, he barks when he is hungry, and sleeps when he is full, without fussing.

It has its own nest, after eating, jumps into it, and falls asleep after a while.

Baisan and Jiang An are still living a peaceful life. Its arrival has not changed anything. If I have to say it, it snows on the night of its arrival.

It's not big, it's a thin layer, but it's enough for Baisan, who has been bored at home for a long time, to play.

"Be sure to wear gloves, and come back after playing for a while. There is ginger in the refrigerator. If you feel cold, make ginger soup yourself. By the way, you should also drink more hot water."

Bai San feels that Mr. Jiang looks more and more like Old Man Jiang.

He was almost wrapping himself up into a big round watermelon, but Jiang An still felt that it wasn't enough, so he tied a fluffy scarf for him, and put on a hat with a small red pull on the top, which only people in black would wear. With a mask on, he only showed a pair of eyes blinking.

Mr. Jiang looked at him as if he didn't need to panic in a snowstorm, put his hands away in satisfaction, and picked up the briefcase again, "I'm going to work."

"Okay, okay," Bai San responded perfunctorily, stood behind him, and walked out the door with his forehead arched, saying, "Work is going well, see you tonight!"

When the distressed Mr. Jiang got into the elevator, Bai San lay by the window and watched the car slowly leave the residential area.

Immediately, he took off his hat, mask, thermal vest, goat sweater, and long johns.Only the scarf didn't move, Jiang An tied it on himself.

He was twice as relaxed in an instant, and could do somersaults twice on the spot.

Before going out, Bai San looked at the little milk dog in the wooden fence, and suddenly felt guilty.I can go out to play, but it is locked at home.

After hesitating again and again, he walked over, secretly opened a box of canned meat for the little milk dog who had grown teeth, and took another can of milk.

"Little milk dog, I will be back soon. After you are full, take a nap in the sun, and you will see me when you open your eyes again."

The little milk dog wagged its short tail, barked a few times, looked after the food in his hand, and rushed over to eat it as soon as it was poured into the bowl.

Thanks to this guy's habit of sleeping for three or four hours before waking up every time he was full, Bai San breathed a sigh of relief and his conscience returned to his place.

No matter how playful he is, he will not roll in the snow for three or four hours, build a beautiful snowman, and then come back.

The sky is fine, the snow is clear, and there are few people, which is the most suitable.

When the third snowball that had managed to get together suddenly shattered into a puddle, Bai San looked dazed, stood up and looked at the surrounding whiteness, and stood in the cold wind for nearly 10 minutes, his whole body was completely cold, finally confirmed He couldn't make the snowman.

Pity.

He was paddling in the snow with a branch, and originally wanted to build a snowman and send photos to Jiang An.

It seems that I have never seen a snowman this whole winter.

Back home at noon, Bai San opened the door lightly, but didn't hear the little milk dog barking, and was still sleeping.He frowned, and put the compensation that he specially bought when he came back on the table.

A bag of bones for teething, the taste of milk.

Although the puppy's teeth haven't grown well yet, it's okay to lick it.

Bai San sent a text message to Jiang An, and he was not so playful that he forgot to go home and finish his meal, and then he let himself lie down on the sofa, without any thought of eating.

Not hungry, a little sleepy.

He leaned on a pillow, hugged a pillow, turned over, and fell asleep facing the back of the sofa.

Maybe it was because he didn't sleep well last night, or maybe he was tired from making snowmen in the morning. He was so weak that he felt tired even when he picked up his phone and glanced at Mr. Jiang's reply.

He thought about laying down for 5 minutes first, taking a rest, and then got up to look at it immediately, and fell asleep in the confusion of consciousness.

"Woo...woof...shh, be quiet...woof..."

The sound gradually faded away, Bai San slowly opened his eyes, his brain was groggy, he closed his eyes, blinked his eyelashes lightly, opened them again, stared at the ceiling without moving.

After a full 3 minutes, he realized vaguely that this was not the living room, nor was he lying on the sofa.

It's in the guest room.

Bai San's body was covered with a thick quilt, which was pulled up to his neck.He was hot all over, and his messy hair was full of sweat. Every time he sniffed, it was hot and humid, but he still felt cold.

Like a lamp falling down a glacier.

He moved his body uneasily, and slid into the quilt. He wanted to shrink in, but he just tilted his head, and a damp thick towel that had been folded several times fell from his forehead.

It's black in front of you.

He blinked a little confused.

Just then, someone opened the door and walked in.

Seemingly thousands of mountains away, Bai San's dazed mind understood who was coming from the familiar footsteps.

"Wake up," Jiang An picked up the wet towel, lowered his eyes, and met his wet eyes, "I just had something to eat and took the medicine."

Bai San got up and wanted to ask him what's the matter, but when he opened his mouth, his throat was itchy, and he couldn't help coughing, and he couldn't stop coughing, his respiratory tract was tearing and hurting.

"Don't talk," Jiang An leaned over, with one hand along his back and the other covering his mouth, "have a good rest."

Bai San's chest heaved violently, he held onto Jiang An's hand tightly, breathing deeply, his eyes were hot, and his forehead was red all over.

It took him half a cup of tea to recover, and he didn't have the strength to support himself, so he slipped and fell on the pillow.

Jiang An stood in front of the bed the whole time, fed him some water, and took his temperature.

A few minutes later, Jiang An took out the thermometer with a moderate sound.

"39 degrees seven, how long have you been out to play?"

Bai San simply felt terrible, shrank into the quilt, covered himself, and kept silent.

Anyway, Mr. Jiang told him not to speak just now, so he probably didn't care much about his answer.

However, in less than three seconds, Jiang An pulled him out of the bed. He exposed his small head, simply tilted his neck, and lay on Jiang An's palm.

Jiang An withdrew his hands mercilessly, and asked again, "How many clothes did you wear to go out?"

This problem is a bit fatal.

Bai San twisted his body, not afraid of the cold, and with a strong desire to survive, stuck out a little foot from under the blanket.

Poorly, he tentatively poked Mr. Jiang's trouser leg.