[Comprehensive] Cute Pet Diary

[Listen with your heart, feel with your heart. 】

【Owner: Jerome Ledford (Dentist)】

The landlord's daughter hasn't come here for a long time, but once in a while, the gift for her father can fill up the small living room on the first floor.

Due to insufficient labor force, even I, an outsider, was called downstairs to move things.

When I moved the last box of what was said to be a massage chair into the house, the landlady's daughter finally got a chance to take a good look at me.

This also means that I also have the opportunity to take a good look at her.

This pretty girl named Christine Lakos didn't look very old, younger than me but older than Little Nightingale.

With dark brown wavy hair, and chocolate-colored eyes probably inherited from Mr. Landlord, he is wearing famous tags all over his body, and the identity tag that he needs to wear when working on Wall Street is still hanging on his chest.

It's not that I don't have self-control, it's just that this girl's bust is really magnificent, even if I deliberately look away, I will involuntarily look away soon after.

It was only after I glanced over that I noticed that she was wearing a silver chain with an apparently expensive diamond in the shape of a heart.

Apparently a gift from a lover.

Chris was bright when she had a father and a lover, which was in stark contrast to her who lost almost everything later.

At this time, Chris's smile is always mixed with the coexistence of cuteness and cunning.

The former temperament makes her look silly and sweet, while the latter makes her a qualified Wall Street worker.

"Are you the Englishman who recently rented my dad's house? The accent is so nice..." Chris looked me up and down with warm chocolate-colored pupils, with undisguised curiosity on her face, and at the same time reached out to me. Hand, "Hello, I'm Christine Lakos."

"Jerome Ledford," I said, taking her hand, "has a dentist's office upstairs."

I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but when Chris heard me say the term “dentist’s office”, her pupils dilated a little, and there was a crisp sound of “cracking~” eating gold coins in the background.

"Open a dental clinic..." Chris rested her chin on her hand, and looked at me again, "So you must be very rich..."

"...I just opened the shop."

"It's nothing to just open a store, you can make money in this business," Chris said, her eyes became like gold, "How much rent did my dad give you? You didn't take advantage of it." Bar?"

"..."

I seem to see a big screen that can only be seen in the stock market appearing above Chris's head, and the red data on it is "噗噗咲" rising.

I'm pretty sure the name of this data is "My Rent".

People from Wall Street are really scary. I only had a few words with her before the topic was changed to money.

Unlike her father who doesn't like to care about money and lives an extremely open-minded life, Chris cares about money extremely.

But she's also doing pretty well.

Since the landlord gave me a very low rental price at the beginning, I did take advantage of him, so now I am a little nervous being stared at by her, for fear that she will propose a recalculation of the rent.

The atmosphere was filled with the stench of copper for a moment, which was a bit awkward.

Fortunately, the little fox is back.

The little fox, who went to play with the flower shop opposite, crossed the road alone, came to the door of the shop and scratched the door with his paws.

Hearing the sound, Little Nightingale, who was very close to the door, hurriedly opened the door.

The little fox who entered the door first cast a puzzled look at Chris, not knowing what his first impression was of her.

But the little fox was not very interested in Chris, she soon came to me, raised her pointed chin slightly, and gorgeous red roses bloomed at the corner of her mouth.

This is the rose she wants to give me today.

The Auden couple in the florist love the little fox very much. Every time she is taken around their shop by the little Shiba Inu, wagging her tail to show off her cuteness, she can get a rose from them when she comes back.

And every time it is a rose that blooms well, not a leftover flower that was sold that day.

Don't think that this is the little fox and I making a profit. In fact, the little fox made the Auden couple very happy even if he didn't go there once.

Little Nightingale said that seeing the fox leave the flower shop with a rose in its mouth "this kind of scene has a sense of fairy tale dream", so the customers in the flower shop are always very excited after seeing it.

After they were all excited, they took a picture and posted it on Instagram, and the ad for the Auden couple's flower shop went out again.

I am very happy to receive the flowers.

I was very upset when I received the flowers.

Life is so tangled.

Looking at the rose brought back by the little fox today, I haven't moved yet. The landlord's daughter was startled: "My God! Red roses! So romantic!"

When she squatted down, her magnificent breasts swayed up and down, and even the diamond and silver chain swayed up and down, which almost blinded my eyes.

I turned my head and adjusted my glasses calmly, but unexpectedly got a smiling look from the landlady sitting on the sofa.

Gentle and fierce...it makes me feel hairy.

This is probably a warning called fatherly love.

I feel a little wronged.

It's not what I want to see!

Your daughter moves a lot, can you blame me!

"Little fox, who are you going to give the flowers to?" Chris stared at the little fox expectantly.

The little fox who couldn't speak lowered his eyes, as if he was sweeping towards Chris's chest, and turned his head towards her, as if he was already attracted by this big-breasted girl.

I suddenly had a bad feeling.

Little Fox is a girl.

But her sexual orientation is not necessarily straight.

Look at her curious and smiling eyes when she stared at Chris, what if she was hooked by Chris?

"Ahem." I deliberately coughed hard, trying to get the little fox's attention back.

This trick did work, but the little fox just glanced at me, then continued to look at Chris, and even walked towards her.

I watched the little fox walk up to Chris with the rose that belonged to me, and she let Chris take the rose.

……I am not angry.

Really.

Not at all.

Chris narrowed her eyes with a smile: "Thank you, little fox." As she spoke, she patted the little fox's head.

The little fox didn't like being touched, but after being touched by Chris, she stretched out her paw, and then slapped it on the broad chest under the eyes of everyone.

It seemed to feel very good, and she played it endlessly.

...to be honest, it actually looks good in the hand.

Chris, who was taken advantage of, was still smiling foolishly: "Oh, it's so fluffy, so comfortable."

A half-smile expression appeared on the little fox's face again.

This scheming girl little fox!

Little Nightingale poked me with her elbow and whispered, "Doctor, why is your face so dark? Are you uncomfortable?"

I smiled: "Where is the razor? I want to shave manually."

The landlady also laughed: "Let's talk about who to shave first. Whether it's for Little C or my sweetheart, I won't lend you the razor."

"...Can I shave myself?"

Even though everyone is laughing at me for being jealous, I will never admit that I am jealous.

Later, the landlord laughed at me: "Others will get angry and angry when they are jealous. If you are jealous, you have to shave yourself. You must know that haircuts are not your specialty, doctor!"

Me: "Otherwise? Do I still have to use my specialty to pull out a tooth for myself?"

Mr. Landlord: "Then your teeth have been pulled out long ago, jealous king."

"..."

The little fox who gave a rose to a strange woman finally remembered to look at me.

Resisting the urge to squat down and ruffle her hair, I sat next to the landlady on the sofa without looking away.

The landlord said to me in a low voice: "Aren't you unhappy when you were asked to stay with Xiao C at first?"

"...shut up, old man."

I just crossed my arms in displeasure, and the little fox ran over with a cluster of red lights.

The trouser legs seemed to be rubbed, but I didn't react at all - half of my cleanliness had been worn away by the little fox.

I couldn't stand being rubbed so much, I lowered my head and stared at the little fox: "What? Thinking of me again?"

As soon as the feet sank, the little guy simply threw himself on my shoes, and his tail fell slowly, drooping on the ground.

She twisted her body, revealing her injured forelimb schemingly.

In order to perform a minor operation on her before, I simply shaved off that piece of hair.It has been a long time now, the wound has healed, and even the hair on that piece has gradually grown.

But the wound is still looming.

This little guy really deserves to be a fox, he is indeed cunning enough.

I rolled my eyes, rolled up my sleeves, and lifted the little fox onto my lap to start checking.

The little fox rolled on my knee so hard that the red fur stained my jeans.I held her down with a dark face.

The landlady over there said a few words to Chris, and Chris happily went upstairs, as if to pack the gifts she brought.

"I went to Hawaii with Allen," Chris said just now, "The annual leave is used up."

I guess this Allen is Chris' boyfriend, the one who gave her the necklace.

The landlord nodded as usual, but did not mention Alan: "Will you come here for Thanksgiving this year?"

There was a moment of confusion on Chrissy's face: "If Ellen doesn't ask me out... I will come. I won't go to my mother's."

"That's it..." The landlord still nodded, neither expressing satisfaction nor dissatisfaction.

When Chris moved the gift that was said to be bought from Hawaii to the second floor where the landlord lived, I was still checking the wound of the little fox and smoothing her fur.

I said, "So you didn't tell her."

"What?" asked the landlady.

I glanced vaguely at the unfinished presents, and Little Nightingale also went to help.There are many very salty and very salty seafood in those gifts, these stomach cancer patients cannot eat.

Mr. Landlord understands what I mean.

"There's no need to tell her," the landlord replied leisurely, "I think it's very good that she can live so carefree."

"Just don't make her regret it when the time comes." I said, continuing to smooth the little fox's fur.

The little fox turned over, revealing its soft belly, lying comfortably.I scratched my belly, as if I had touched some kind of scar.

Much like a gunshot wound, and by the texture of the scar, ages old.

Has Little Fox ever been shot before?

I was a little puzzled, but I just patted her on the head lightly: "The wound healed smoothly, but it seems that you have been running up and down these days, and you haven't been hindered."

The little fox moved her sharp ears lazily to show that she was paying attention.

I turned to glance at the stairs.

There came the laughter of Chris and Little Nightingale.

The landlady smiled next to me.

If Kris could also pay attention, she might be able to hear the tiredness in her father's laughter.

What if my father could have paid attention to it?