Chapter 162 Single Dogs Get Together

"Thank you."

Tong Wanwan couldn't help but open her arms, lean over and hug the big dog with ash-gray hair.

It also has a light fruity shampoo scent, which is very pleasant.

If you smell it carefully, it still smells like orange.

When I buried my face in it, it felt like I was rubbing against a super comfortable fluffy blanket.

"guest?"

Tong Wanwan looked up when she heard the voice. It was the store manager who took off his apron and walked over to sit next to her.

"You actually brought some pet food for it." He rubbed the back of his head and pushed Alaska's head down hard. "Dog, why don't you thank the young lady?"

The big dog was a little unhappy about being publicly taught a lesson, and he shook off the blond man's hand with the same energy and strength as if he was trying to shake off the water after falling into the water.

But it took the words to heart, shook its triangular ears, and suddenly lay down.

She carefully turned over, completely exposing her soft belly.

The extremely submissive posture seems to be saying: To thank you, let you touch my belly.

Not only Tong Wanwan, its current owner was also stunned for a moment——

He has raised this dog for several months, but he has never seen it turn over its belly to ask for a pat.

How could he be so decisive and shameless in front of a customer lady whom he had only met twice?

This is really...

The blond man held his forehead with a mixture of anger and amusement, not knowing for a moment whether he should envy it or give it a good beating.

“…So cute!”

Tong Wanwan's eyes lit up, she was captivated by the big dog's well-behaved and cute attitude.

She used less force and tentatively rubbed its furry belly.

Alaska seemed to have been touched in the most comfortable place, and was twisting on the ground like a big white worm.

That furry face seemed to have a silly and cute smile, with the corners of his mouth raised and his tongue sticking out and breathing out.

Seeing the girl suddenly stop, it stretched out its paw and touched her fingers.

"So happy?" Tong Wanwan smiled.

The dog twisted even more happily on the floor.

"Tsk, you're like an idiot." The store manager sat aside and complained helplessly about Alaska, "You even mopped the floor clean."

"Pfft," Tong Wanwan couldn't help but laugh, catching up with the manager's joke. "It saved Mr. Manager some cleaning fees."

When the girl smiles, she is really bright and beautiful.

Like the little desserts he made in his cake shop—sweet and sticky, yet stunningly beautiful and touching.

Even a blond man in his thirties who was used to seeing beautiful women paused for a second to focus his attention on the other person's beautifully curved lips.

Are all girls nowadays so pretty?

The blond man looked away, thoughtful.

Why hadn't he met such a pretty girl in the military academy when he was young?

“Beep—”

Brought back to his senses by the voice of the laptop, the store manager stood up and said, "You guys go play, I'm going to answer a video call."

He returned to the kitchen and agreed to the video invitation.

The next second, a young man with the same golden hair as him but gray-green eyes appeared beside him in the form of a virtual projection.

It was Eli, the young and promising major general of the Federal Third Army.

He was dressed in military uniform and had obviously just returned from work in the regiment.

When he saw the kitchen, he gave a look that said, "As expected."

"Yiluo, why did you go to the store again? Isn't the deputy store manager here?"

"Why, can't I come to my shop by myself?" The man glanced at the clear blue eyes as clear as the sea, and reminded him tirelessly: "Kid, call me brother. Do you want to get beaten by calling me by my name?"

"Okay, okay, brother, I can just call you brother." Eli took off his military cap, smoothed back his sweaty bangs, and sighed.

"Brother, go home."

Yiluo paused, revealing a subtle look that showed he knew it was the right thing to do. "I knew that you, a little brat, would come to me with no good intentions."

He has been living outside for more than five years to avoid his family.

In the past five years, he has received countless "bombardments" from the Ricardo family's optical computers.

His direct relatives, collateral relatives, and distant relatives all took turns to attack him, trying to persuade or force him to go back home.

Even Eli, often asked by his parents to make video calls from time to time, just to see if his brother was still alive and how he was doing.

"What are they going to say this time?" Yiluo looked impatient.

There was a hint of warmth in his eyes.

Seeing his duplicity and hard words but soft heart, Eli coughed lightly and said, "Mom asked when you plan to get married."

After he finished speaking, Yiluo's face darkened.

He thought it was something else.

So... she's urging him to get married again?

"No."

"Does the brother have a girlfriend?" Eli continued to test.

"No." Yiluo glanced at him and said, "Don't you have a girlfriend either?"

As his biological brother, Yiluo could still sense his emotional trends.

Moreover, through repeated contacts, he obtained a lot of information.

"I've been chasing her for half a year and still haven't gotten her. What a shame."

Eli: “…”

Being hit in the sore spot, he snorted and refuted rudely: "Why don't you look at yourself? You've been single for five years and you're still a single dog."

Yiluo: “…”

The two brothers suddenly fell into a strange silence.

"Oh right," Eli finally remembered his main task. "Mother wants you to come back and attend this family banquet. She will also invite the Fritz family, the Peda family, and the Barnetta family to attend."

"banquet?"

Yi Luo drooped his eyelids listlessly, "Not interested, just another blind date."

The mother's plan was exposed, and the smile on Eli's lips froze, "Don't, brother!"

"What am I supposed to do if you don't go?!"

He alone cannot fight against those ferocious young ladies.

"You can do whatever you want," Yiluo ignored his brother's pitiful eyes and said indifferently, "Do you think they will eat you?"

Eli: ...

He really thinks so.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked again one last time.

"Brother, are you really not going to the party?"

"No," Iroh was inexplicably angered, "I have already withdrawn from my father's legion, and it is impossible for me to succeed Ricardo."

"What's the point of those young ladies marrying me?"

"Little devil." He lowered his eyelids, and there seemed to be tiny pieces of light in his eyes falling into the air and gradually disappearing.

"You are the next head of the family."

This time, the silence was unexpected for both of them.

"...I understand." Eli took a deep breath and did not mention the matter again, for fear of triggering his brother's memories and triggering an acute stress response.

"Brother, calm down," he soothed carefully, "I won't bother you anymore, okay."

Iroh didn't say anything else, trying his best to control his emotions.

After a long time, he said "it's okay" in an imperceptible tone and hung up the video call.

(End of this chapter)