[Comprehensive] Cute Pet Diary

[On the day I moved into my new home, the landlord forcefully stuffed me with a red-haired fox. 】

【Owner: Jerome Ledford (Dentist)】

New York, the city where dreams come true.

It's nothing to me.

When I came to New York, I didn't come to make money or dream, just to escape and escape.

My mother passed away early after divorce, my father was busy with work all day long, my younger sister lived heartlessly all day because of her stupidity, and I just wanted to leave. That deserted home has long since existed in name only.

So after I finally finished my studies, I couldn't wait to get on the plane with my luggage, from London on the other side of the Atlantic to New York on the other side of the Atlantic.

It was raining in London the day I left and my father dropped a glass in the living room.Too lazy to get an umbrella, I was drenched in the rain and left without looking back.

Felt like I would never come back to this place again.

It was raining in London when I left, but the sun was shining brightly in New York when I landed, and I almost got sunburned.

I'm not interested in London's Big Ben, nor in New York's iconic Statue of Liberty.

So as soon as I landed, I didn't want to go to any scenic spots. I checked into a hotel and looked for a job first.Then when I was about to rent a house, I found that the card I brought out was frozen.

There is no need to guess, it must be my father's hands and feet.

Dear Mr. Robert Ledford, a great surgeon and a very controlling father with more self-esteem than control.

At that time, my mother filed for divorce when she couldn't bear it, which deeply hurt his heart and made him feel frustrated that he couldn't control his family, so that he always wanted to hold me and my sister Elizabeth firmly. in the palm of your hand.

He was even mad at me for choosing oral surgery instead of general surgery, which he asked for.

Of course, since I now rely on the cuties in my mouth to eat, I naturally insisted on my own choice.

My father's behavior played a big role in my rebellious journey with Elizabeth.

There are two people, Elizabeth and I. One didn’t choose the major he asked for in college, and the other disappeared after graduating from high school and wandered around. We only come back every Christmas for the holidays.

But in the end, Elizabeth complained about the only Christmas meeting once a year.

Elizabeth complained: "Every time I go home, my father will frown into the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and look at me with the expression of 'my son's rebellion breaks my heart'. I am so annoying."

"Then don't come back." I just sipped my coffee lightly and told her like this.

Then the next Christmas she really didn't come back.

I don't know if she has gone back to spend Christmas with her father in recent years, but I know that I haven't been back for a long, long time.

And I never want to go back.

My father froze my penis, which made me a little angry.

Half of the money in the card was left by my mother, and the other half was saved by me for writing papers and receiving scholarships. Why did he freeze my account?

Just because I was named his surname?

Because he just doesn't want his son to leave him?

I still gritted my teeth and persisted.

I want to prove to him that I am not the kind of person who is manipulated by money!

When my mother was still alive, she always said that Elizabeth was like her. She always lived heartlessly when she was young, and she was not suitable for suffering setbacks in life.

But my father and I seemed to be carved out of the same mold. We talked less, worked hard, and had deep thoughts. We were a scheming child.

Even my father had no problem with this.

But am I really thinking deeply?

At least my dear landlady, Mr Tom Larkos, doesn't think so.

This landlord who is old enough to be my father is the opposite extreme of my father. He looks very kind and kind, and has a good temper. He can even be called cute when he smiles.

He was not old, but his hair was almost white, and his face was lined with wrinkles, but his chocolate-colored eyes always shone behind the wrinkles.

At first glance, he is a very easy to talk and get along with, so I rented the third floor of his store without hesitation.

As soon as the contract was signed, the kind-hearted pet shop manager showed his big tail and said to me very familiarly: "Jimmy (note: Jerome's nickname), are you a doctor? Come downstairs and help my baby." See a doctor."

Me: "...I am an oral surgeon, not a general surgeon."

"Oh, they are all surgeons, surgeons," the landlady smiled and stood on tiptoe, patting me on the shoulder, "My baby has a little trauma, please!"

"But……"

"There's nothing wrong with it. I knew you were a doctor so I chose to let you rent it out without hesitation." The landlady secretly revealed a regretful expression as he said, "I remember the few people I gave up on. It seems that there are still rich people here..."

Me: "So I have to thank you?"

"You're welcome," said the landlady, and dragged me down the stairs. "Come on, the baby I found is very cute!"

I almost went crazy: "The point of this question is that your baby is a pet, but I am not a veterinarian!"

The landlady looked back in confusion: "What? You're not a doctor? You don't want to rent a house anymore?"

"..."

I kept thinking about the rent price of this store in my heart.

It was so cheap that I couldn't find a second one in New York, and it was so cheap that I could only bow my head and be willing to become a veterinarian when I thought of the amount.

... So I am still a person manipulated by money, sad.

I had no choice but to follow the landlord down the stairs without even opening the suitcase.When passing by the second floor, the door of the second floor was open, I glanced at it casually, and saw a somewhat messy living room, and two bedrooms with the same door open.

Two bedrooms, but Mr. Landlord is alone.

But when I went to the first floor and saw a photo of the landlady with a young girl on the counter, I understood.

"Your daughter?" I pointed to the frame.

When the landlord looked at the photo with his daughter, his eyes became gentler than before: "Yes, the only daughter, who works on Wall Street and occasionally comes to see me."

He paused, and said with a smile: "Pretty, isn't it? It's a pity, she already has a young lover, a handsome young man with an annual income of one million."

"..." I refused to answer this question, not only because it touched my pain point, but also because I didn't want the old man to be too proud.

On the first floor, I saw the landlord's pets, and there were many kinds of pets.

From a hamster that can be crushed to death with a single finger, to a lazy cat, to a silly dog, and even a big white rabbit that made me want to catch a test for experimentation.

Of course, it would be perfect if there were mice.

The cute pets waiting to be sold in the store saw Mr. Landlord, and they were not in a good mood before, but they immediately became excited.

Especially those small dogs in the cage, who are currently pawing at the cage excitedly, looking at Mr. Landlord longingly, their necks are raised, and they are about to yell in the next second.

I was ready to cover my ears, but the landlord just smiled and "shh", those little guys actually choked back the sound of "woof", just wagging their tails, waiting for the landlord with big eyes.

The landlord didn't let them wait in vain, he walked over quickly and reached out to touch them.

"It's so good, you guys." Finally he said with a smile.

And I took the opportunity to look through all the pet cages.

This shop is actually quite standard. It doesn't sell unusual creatures such as spiders, lizards and snakes, but pets that can warm people's hearts just by looking at them.

At this time, the colorful fox that appeared in the incubator was very, very eye-catching.

The fur on her body is mainly red. As I mentioned above, the fur color is very bright, and there will be a faint halo when the light is on.

When I took a closer look, she was still sleeping drowsily, and there was an injury on the right side of her body, so her whole body was slanted sideways, forming an unusually graceful arc.

The fluffy red tail covered her body like a quilt, and I could clearly see a little black tip on the tip of the tail.

She slept deeply and breathed deeply, and each gas exchange event brought about a large heave of the body.

Every ups and downs made the hair on her body tremble slightly, or shake slightly.

I have an illusion.I think I could watch this guy sleep like this all day.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Mr. Landlord stood beside me and looked at me, "It's not just someone who is so cruel. Since you have raised her, you should take good care of her as a child."

I couldn't help but glanced at Mr. Landlord.

The fact that he refers to a fox as a "kid" suggests he'll use the same term for his comic book pet.

"Doctor," the landlady gently turned his gaze to me, and begged eagerly, "Can you help me see her wound?"

"..."

Being looked at by such a pair of chocolate eyes that are still clean and translucent in spite of their age, I feel a lot of pressure...

I nodded helplessly, motioned to the landlord to open the incubator, and put on a pair of gloves for myself while the incubator was open.

This is considered a professional habit, and I carry a pair with me every day.

The landlady opened the incubator and stepped aside to watch, while I walked over and put my hand into the incubator.

In fact, the moment the incubator was opened, the fox woke up.

But probably because of the pain in the wound, she still turned her body sideways, just moved her head, and pointed a pair of gray-green eyes at me. Emotions such as doubt, surprise, panic, etc. flashed quickly in the eyes, and finally all turned into curiosity. She winked mischievously.

I was a little taken aback.His hands were still on her.

Her body was unbelievably soft, even though she was wearing gloves, the tactility was greatly reduced, but the feeling that her palms were almost sunk into the clump of hair when touching her was transmitted back deeply and clearly.

I was stunned under the gaze of these smart green eyes.

What's the reason... For a moment, I felt that I was actually touching a woman?

The fluffy tail wrapped around my hand, and I came back to my senses.

The landlord is lying on the incubator and looking at me jokingly.

"...What's your expression?" I couldn't help but glared.

The landlord smiled: "Young man, don't keep your face sullen, just smile if you want to."

"...I don't want to laugh."

"Don't be so stubborn, I can see it," Mr. Landlord pointed to his cheek, "You obviously like the touch of this little guy just now, so much that you can't help but laugh out loud, don't you? "

"..."

Mother, you said that I have the same deep temper as my father?

How could he be seen through by an old man whom he had just met not long ago? !