Where is the dignity of the Lord?

When we arrived at Reyde Villa, the driver who had already made a phone call sent away Lat who went back to suffer with a mournful face. Pasha put the ball from the cage into the room, and watched the ball running around restlessly, with its black nose stuck in the carpet Sniffing in the quilt.

"Come here, Qiuqiu, I'll take you to the yard to poop!"

Pasha called Qiuqiu back, considering that the courtyard of the villa was well enclosed, he didn't put a rope on it.

Before, he was afraid that Qiuqiu was already very old, and he was old among wolves. He would not be able to adapt to the outside world, and he would have a stress response. He brought a lot of nutritional cream that supplemented minerals and vitamins. Come is not so necessary.

"Reyde, help me get the plastic bag, and the ball that Qiuqiu used to play with before."

"Well, do you need water and food?"

"Water is fine, but you don't need to eat. It's better not to feed before adapting to the environment."

Pasha and Resid hung toys under their arms, and walked behind with their hands tucked in their shoulders, watching the old wolf in front of them swinging its tail and bouncing down the stairs.

Suddenly, he suddenly had the feeling of a parent taking care of a child.

"Pfft, haha."

Reyde tilted his head suspiciously and looked at the laughing person beside him, "What are you laughing at?"

"That's right." Pasha bumped his shoulder and winked at him, "Don't you think we are like a family, my son's father."

Reyde: "..."

After a pause, the corners of the lips that were always turned down were sunken and upturned, and the thumb inserted into the pocket unconsciously rubbed against the ring on the ring finger, and there was also such a ring on the other hand.

Just thinking about it like this makes me feel that the world is bright, spring is still there, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant...

There is a person who illuminates his world and all the dark corners of his heart without hiding. The warmth fills the chest cavity, and the blood flows to the limbs, which is unbelievably warm.

There are few foreigners and the land is vast, so single-family villas are not expensive.

After opening the door, the land area is so exaggerated that the lawn that can only be seen in the countryside extends past until it is blocked by a white fence.

Qiuqiu went out and walked around the railing, peeing a little bit like a mark.

The old wolf was clearly at the age where he couldn't hold back his urine, and he was still urinating in a serious manner, which made Pasha couldn't help laughing.

But before he could laugh, Qiuqiu stopped peeing suddenly and turned to stare at Pasha seriously.

That look seemed to say: Boss, it's your turn.

Pasha: ... No, just leave it to you to mark the site. If Dad takes off his pants in public, he will be reported by the neighbors and sent to the police station, Bao'er.

"Woo~"

The old wolf with a scarred face tilted his head, seeing that the boss was unmoved, and continued to hold back his urine very seriously, leaving his own breath every few meters. The wolf serves the wolves and protects the existence of the wolves.

Today's Qiu'er is also working hard to protect its boss, its wolves.

Qiuqiu, who was full of self-confidence and sense of responsibility, was planning to go to another place after pulling the poop, but when he turned around, he saw Pasha who opened the paper bag and cleaned up the poop with a shovel.

Qiuqiu hurried over and rubbed against Pasha. From the wolf's point of view, leaving feces is also an act of marking. It took so much effort to poop, why should it be shoveled? !

And Pasha helplessly pushed away the long mouth with the ball arched on his arm to express his refusal to protest, "Don't mess with Dad, be good, be good!"

"Woo~!"

"good……"

"Wow!"

"........."

Wooow?

Wooow! ! !

Pasha turned his head to look at Reisyid in horror: "Honey, did you hear me! Our son barks like a dog, and a wolf barks like a dog. Who did he learn from!?"

"..." Resid was silent for a moment, and opened his mouth: "Wow."

Pasha: "..." Ah, with you.

brute.

The old wolf with gray and white fur in the yard happily bit the toy and bit it, imitating the action of hunting. Pasha lay on the recliner and drank a Coke. When Reyed opened his mouth to say something, he let out a sneer expressionlessly.

Reyde coughed dryly, turned his head and continued to look at the wolves in the yard, but turned around quickly and opened his mouth: "—"

Pasha: "Oh!"

Reyde pursed his lips: "...Don't be angry, I just tease it like this occasionally, but I didn't expect it to really learn... Be good, I'll buy you a bag..."

Pasha pointed at himself and looked at him with a wooden face: "The two of us have slept so many times, you still can't tell my gender."

Reyde immediately changed his words: "A complete set of XX kitchen utensils!"

"That's about the same. Tonight you teach me how to howl like a wolf. When it won't bark, when will you go back to bed."

The pasha folded his arms across his chest.

"Let's take a rest today and tomorrow. The day after tomorrow we will go to my restaurant. Then I contacted Ms. Xiulia. She said that she is also in country M, and she can just visit. When we are away, the ball is in the room and cleaned. Auntie, let’s have a day off first, for such a big wolf, it would be bad if it ran out and hurt people.”

"I know, I have already greeted the maid."

"Well, I'm afraid that it will bite the cage and hurt its mouth when it's locked in a cage."

I tried to close it once before, but Qiuqiu was obviously very nervous, and even bit the cage until there was saliva and bloodshot everywhere.

Of course, staying in Siberia is not enough. No one’s wooden house is likely to be visited by wild animals. Old wolves can’t resist slightly stronger wild animals at all, and there is no one to feed them.

Pasha took a deep breath of air, let it out slowly, and said with emotion: "I'm going to see my parents again... I don't know what to do if I'm recognized..."

"Then be honest."

Reyed suddenly said.

Pasha was stunned, and heard him say: "I can't hide it for too long. Sooner or later, I will recognize them. If they are your parents, they should accept you no matter what you become."

"I didn't expect—" Pasha who was really taken aback opened his eyes wide, "You trust other people so much."

"I still don't really believe it yet." Reisyid gave him a sideways glance and said indifferently.He couldn't trust anyone other than Pasha, and his trust in Pasha's parents also depended on Pasha's attitude.

"Anyway, if there is any confusion caused by the exposure of the orc's identity, I can also take you back to Siberia."

"Pfft, that's right!"

Because the helper was given a holiday, Pasha had to settle dinner. Unable to control his curiosity and impatience in a sudden change of environment, Qiuqiu bit his slippers and couldn't lie down quietly and stay honest.

After the meal, Ms. Shulia sent a video to Reyde. The gentle woman who couldn't help but smile turned the camera around and showed them Latte who was rehearsing on the ice with tears in his eyes.

The beautiful boy who had dyed his hair back to his original color was crying and doing every movement precisely and perfectly. The bearded coach standing in front of the railing slapped the railing vigorously, speaking Russian-style English, spraying people all over his body.

"Spicy chicken! Are you a girl and still shed tears, practice for me! Practice until you die! Then continue practicing when you die!"

"Wuuu, how do you practice when you're dead..."

"Don't talk back! What the hell was that 4T just now, did you use skates to shave ice?! This is your first song, do you understand it! Do it again!"

"Ugh..."

Rat's wailing echoed on the ice rink, passing through the phone like a female ghost's whining, Pasha couldn't help laughing until he leaned on Reyed's shoulder and shook crazily.

It's too awful.

That kid is just miserable!

Reyde was quite surprised: "Kroslev is willing to teach him. As far as I know, doesn't he prefer unique players?"

Ms. Shulia said: "Lat also has his own characteristics. His body has a wider range of softness, but before he always subconsciously wanted to imitate you. This time he has changed a lot. Thank you, Reyed."

Speaking of this, Shulia's eyes were much gentler.

"Thank you, let's talk about it in two days, I will go back." Reyde, who was not used to kindness, pressed Pasha's head in his arms, and hung up the phone.