Chapter 595 (1/2)

It's a bit sunny, but there's nothing under the tree.

Most of the paths in the garden are under the trees. Brian and I walked slowly.

Not far away there are a few places in the building, noisy, we go to the small pavilion to sit.

”Woof, woof!” A flash of gold. The dog is coming again. It's always in this ”rush” position. The control is just right. It won't bring me down.

I blinked quietly. The dog slowed down in front of me and rubbed my head against me. Let me touch its fur.

It seems strange that I can understand it; But I... touched it. It's still damp. I said, ”go sit on one side.”

It's sitting right next to me. Lie down, lie down... Ming Feng kicks the locust tree next to him with a very difficult movement and turns around the pavilion column. The face does not change, the heart does not jump. He said calmly

”No more. That's obvious, but I can see it at a glance. Jie Jie is still clinging to his mother. I'm still obedient. That's good

Bryan snorted, ”if not. If you dare to make small moves for me, I will make him regret that his intestines are blue. ”

”Wuwuwuwu...” the dog suddenly stood up to play with Brian. Pull his hand, pull his clothes, obviously play.

Brian hit it, scolded: ”let uncle Mingfeng take you to play, it's all skin! He plays whatever means he learns! Hum

Bryan ignored him. The dog hesitated for a moment and sat down at my feet. He put his head on my leg and went to sleep.

The dog was very heavy, and soon it made me uncomfortable. I was wondering whether I should beat it like Brian or remind him.

I just move, the dog opened his eyes, licked my hand, obediently to the ground.

Zhang Min, Zhang Jie and Brian come here with their food boxes and things.

When the sun doesn't shine in the pavilion, it's noon.

Brother 12's design is absolutely right. He can count the time in front of his watch. It's five minutes at most.

Brian and Ming Feng did the math. I remember.

There are six stone benches beside the stone table, and there are four cool and four hot soup snacks on the table.

They are always worried about what I eat is not delicious. In addition to what I specially cook for each meal, they also choose a few good ones from what I cook for them and let me choose one.

I usually have nothing. The food is fresh and fragrant. I took the chopsticks and looked at the white lotus root

”Sobbing...” the dog stood beside me and sobbed.