My old man has a bad temper

Reject Amao's begging.

...is zero.

Rhubarb sighed, and began to scrub the puppy as if admitting it.

The puppy is very well-behaved. Rhubarb didn't move or bark when he bathed him, but his body was shaking all the time. Even though Rhubarb dried him with a hot air blower, he still lay tremblingly on the towel, and his poor little eyes couldn't stop. He looked at the two people who were bathing themselves.

The clean puppy showed yellow and black fur, big eyes, and a not-so-long mouth, so it was hard to tell what breed it was.

"Damn." Rhubarb said, "I don't see any disease on the skin. Take it to the pet hospital tomorrow."

Amao stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the puppy's fur, his eyes sparkled: "It's so cute! Why would someone throw it away!"

"Not necessarily, maybe he didn't keep up with the bitch and got lost." After working for a long time, Rhubarb was also thirsty and got up to get water.

"Hmm..." Amao stared at the puppy for a while, then suddenly slapped his hands, "It's decided! You'll call Xiao Huang your son!"

As soon as Rhubarb drank a sip of water from his mouth, he sprayed it out like this.

Amao was very happy to yell "Xiao Huang" and "Xiao Huang". Da Huang listened for a while with a dark face, and finally couldn't help it: "Why do you have to be called Xiao Huang? Why can't you be called Xiao Mao???"

Amao stared at Rhubarb for a while, then thought about it carefully: "Okay, then call Xiao Mao."

"..."

Amao started chanting to the dog again: "You changed your name to Xiaomao, Xiaomao, Xiaomao..."

Rhubarb was already helpless: "What's your name Xiaomao! You, you, you, do you name dogs like this?"

"What's that called?" Amao hugged the puppy and looked at Rhubarb, "Then give it a name."

"..."

"Little dog, we are waiting for the big daddy to give us a name~" Amao lifted the puppy over, and together with the dog, stared at Da Huang pitifully, "Brother Da Huang, give our son a name." ~"

Da Huang blushed, obviously pleased by the word "our son".

However, he couldn't say it, and rolled his eyes: "You can call love whatever you want... Anyway, we raise it together..."

"Then it's better to call it Huangmao."

"...Can't you forget the name 'Rhubarb'?"

Amao completely ignored Da Huang's black-faced complaints, hugged the puppy and circled around happily: "Huang Mao, Huang Mao, you and your big daddy's surname is Gong, and the first name is Gong Huang Mao."

"..." Although this feeling of taking the initiative to let his son follow his surname made Da Huang a little happy, but he always felt that something was weird?

"Your nickname can be Huang Huang~"

"Hey, why can't you call me Mao Mao?"

"Ah, your big daddy wants to call you Mao Mao! But I want to call you Huang Huang~"

"... How can a dog have three names, he will be confused, right?"

"Oh my son is so cute."

"Sorry to bother you, this is a bitch."

Rhubarb, who was serious about complaining, realized that he seemed to have unknowingly agreed to keep a dog just now.

But Amao is clear!one!The word requested!Didn't say anything!

Do it yourself!unconsciously!agreed!

Rhubarb couldn't help thinking about whether his little lover had lived with him for a long time, and began to accurately grasp the routine of getting along with him.

Suddenly, I felt that... Amao, who was playing tricks on me, was also very cute.

Then let him go, it's hopeless anyway.

The next day happened to be a rest day, and Da Huang dug out a vegetable basket from nowhere, put Huang Mao in it, and went to the pet hospital with Amao.

Huang Mao, who was in the vegetable basket, seemed a little excited, poked his head out quietly, and kept looking around with his small Wuhei eyes. "Ah, a puppy in a basket!" The little girl at the pet hospital glanced at Huangmao, and immediately laughed out loud, "It's so cute, what's its name?"

"Yellow hair." Rhubarb whispered.

"what?"

"Gong Huangmao!" Immediately, Amao who was following Rhubarb answered.

Before Rhubarb had time to correct it, the little girl immediately wrote it down stroke by stroke: "Okay, Gong Huangmao, register here first, how old are you?"

Rhubarb replied almost with a dark face: "I don't know, I picked it up yesterday."

"That's it." The little girl immediately nodded knowingly, "Then do a comprehensive inspection first?"

"Ah."

"Okay, pay the fee over there." The little girl smiled and tore off the bill and handed it to Da Huang, then patted Huang Mao's head in the basket with a smile, "You are so good, Gong Huang Mao."

Da Huang pinched Gong Huang Mao's payment slip in his hand, his facial muscles seemed a little stiff.

"Let's go." Amao excitedly pulled Rhubarb away, saying as he walked, "Give our son a checkup."

"It's a girl."

"Well, it's just you and me."

Rhubarb was slightly taken aback, then sighed helplessly, and squeezed Ah Mao's hand back.

Huang Mao didn't bark on the first night when she got home, but when she was put in the exclusive kennel for her the next night, she started to bark.

Da Huang was sleeping soundly while hugging Amao, when he heard a faint humming sound from the living room, like a puppy whimpering.He remembered that the people in the pet shop seemed to have told him that the new puppy would inevitably be uncomfortable, and it would be fine in a few days.

It's just why I can't get used to it all of a sudden at night.

Da Huang didn't want to leave the bed, so he pretended not to hear, and tightened his arms around Amao, thinking that he would be fine in a while.

After a while, the sound of the puppy became louder, and the sound of "clicking" the cage could be clearly heard.

This time even Amao was woken up, he hugged Dahuang's arms, and said in a daze, "my daughter is going to breastfeed at night..."

Rhubarb's face was full of black lines, and he was not going to sleep anytime soon. In retaliation, he also grabbed the man in his arms: "It's the dog you want to raise!"

Amao sat up in a daze, showing half of her white shoulders, rubbing her eyes and pouted, asking, "What's the matter, brother Dahuang..."

Rhubarb immediately regretted arresting him.

He had no choice but to tuck him back into the bed, put on his shoes and get out of bed, and turn on the light in the living room. As soon as Huang Mao saw him, he stopped barking immediately, grabbed the dog cage, wagged his tail, and looked at himself pitifully.

"What's it called?" Da Huang frowned, and picked up the dog cage, "Is it cold in the living room? I'll take you to the bedroom."

Moving the dog cage back to the bedroom, turning off the light, Da Huang got into the bed, and pulled Amau back into his arms.

Feeling the familiar temperature return, Amao immediately consciously stretched out his arms like Rhubarb, and in a coquettish gesture, he muttered "" and "Husband~".

Amao was already white, but against the backdrop of the night, the skin exposed outside the bed was even more white.In addition, Amao has a nasal sound when he is not awake, and a coquettish ending sound when he calls her husband.

Rhubarb just felt his blood rushing down, and he lost sleepiness on the spot. He turned over, pressed the person under him, pinched Ah Mao's face, and said in a low voice, "Why did you remember calling my husband? Huh?"

Amao hadn't fully woken up yet, and giggled twice in a half-dream and half-awake: "Aren't you my husband?"

Thinking about going to bed tomorrow anyway, Da Huang really didn't plan to go to sleep, he pressed her down and kissed him hard, panting heavily and angrily said: "Why don't you call me that when you're awake?"

"Hmm..." Amao was dizzy from being kissed, his whole body was limp, and he didn't care what Rhubarb did.

Rhubarb tossed and tossed for a long time, and was about to get up to look for lubrication, when he heard Huangmao moaning again.

This time because in the bedroom, the movement was much clearer than before, Amao immediately sat up startled, and the sleepiness from just now was swept away: "Huanghuang is barking!"

Rhubarb who was holding the lubricant and was stunned: "..."

Ah Mao got up and got out of bed, and carried Huang Mao out of the dog's cage. Huang Mao pitifully licked the back of Ah Mao's hand.

"It must be cold."

"Didn't the pet store say that she's not used to the new environment?" Rhubarb's bottom was still stiff, and he stretched out his hand impatiently to grab Ah Mao, "Hurry up and go back to sleep."

"I'll sleep with her in my arms."

"……What?"

"It's good to hug and sleep."

"...Hey, there will be dog hair on the sheets."

"Only for one night, okay?" Ah Mao hugged Huang Mao, and each person and dog looked at Rhubarb with almost begging eyes, "When she gets used to it, this situation won't happen anymore."

Da Huang looked at Amao and fell into deep thought: He had no way to refuse Amao at this time.

But the problem is that the one underneath him is harder.

Then Rhubarb looked at A Mao with a complicated face and hugged Huang Mao and lay down under the bed. Before going to bed, he did not forget to kiss Rhubarb comfortingly on the mouth.

Da Huang sighed, turned and went to the bathroom.

The next day, Rhubarb was sleeping in a daze. In the morning, he felt a wet tongue licking his face. Rhubarb conditioned reflex thought it was a prank by Mao, and stretched out his hand to hug him, but touched the hairy ball .

Rhubarb woke up immediately.

When he opened his eyes, Huang Mao looked at him expectantly, and the dog's tail was still wagging.

Da Huang glanced at Amao who was still sleeping next to him, then at the misty sky outside, sighed, put on his clothes and walked out with Huang Mao in his arms.

The morning market has just started, and the streets are full of morning exercisers.Rhubarb led the very happy-looking Huangmao and wandered slowly in the street, holding an old newspaper in his hand, waiting to pick up Huangmao's poop at any time.

After Huangmao finished urinating and defecating, Dahuang stopped by the morning market and bought Amao's favorite breakfast, and then led Huangmao back home.

At home, Amao was still sleeping with his pillow in his arms. Da Huang poured some dog food for Huang Mao, then went to the bedroom and pinched Ah Mao's face: "Still sleeping, still sleeping, little slob."

Ama