Chapter 25
After watching the movie, Song Xingqi finished eating and drinking the snacks and goat milk. He relaxed and spread his full belly to the sky, and then he found a circle of people surrounding him: "?"
Small eyes look at each other, and there are many pairs of eyes...
Everyone scattered like birds and beasts.
Song Xingqi jumped off the sofa and followed the chubby chef. He barked twice. The chef turned around and felt nervous. Although he liked her, he was still afraid. "Xingqi, why are you following me? Are you hungry and want to eat me?"
"No, you dropped something!" said Song Zhouxing.
The chef was a little nervous: "How about I get you some more food?"
Song Xingqi turned back to pick up the wallet. The chef's wallet was light-colored, similar to the color of the floor tiles. When everyone dispersed, no one noticed it, only he saw it. He lowered his head and put the wallet at the chef's feet. The chef was surprised and picked up the wallet. He looked at Song Xingqi in front of him and was very excited: "What a good dog! My wallet is full of my documents. I can't afford to lose any of them. Oh, good boy, good Xingqi!"
"Woof!" Song Xingqi responded, then ran out of the kitchen. Seeing that the feather duster had fallen from her aunt's hand, she immediately picked it up and handed it to her.
The aunt took it carefully, but her eyes were shining with maternal love.
Bo~ Auntie blew him a kiss with a smile.
"......." Song Xingqi ran away embarrassedly. Her aunt was a little bit indecent.
He walked around the house, lending a hand to anyone who needed help. In the short few hours that Fu Chen was discussing business, Song Zhouqi's understanding and intelligence had already been deeply rooted in his heart.
At lunch time, the kitchen prepared Western food.
Fu Chen was having dinner with two representatives from a foreign company in a restaurant, accompanied by Chen Yuan. Fu Chen occasionally glanced in a certain direction.
Song Xingqi was also eating and drinking in his room. After he was full, he ran out again. When he passed by a female employee, the female employee bent down, touched his head, and praised him, "Xingqi is so good." Song Xingqi responded by wagging his tail.
Fu Chen paused holding the red wine glass and raised his eyebrows slightly.
It happened that employees from a brand store came to deliver new clothes. Xiao Zhou and the clerk came in from the door one after the other, pushing a long mobile clothes rack. Song Zhou jumped to the clothes rack and stared at the hanger pole to help push it. Xiao Zhou immediately took out delicious beef jerky from his pocket and fed it to him, and Song Zhou ate it happily.
The red wine glass was placed on the dining table with a slight sound, and Fu Chen slowly narrowed his eyes.
The foreign company representative asked what happened.
Fu Chen said: "Nothing."
After the meal, Chen Yuan saw the two representatives off. When he came back, he saw the boss standing in front of the French window of the house looking at something. He leaned over to watch, and saw Song Zhouxing outside jumping into the filled swimming pool. The gardener who was cleaning the pool laughed and turned on the faucet to pour water on him for fun. Song Zhouxing got covered in water and deliberately ran to the gardener to shake off his fur.
"Real leather," the gardener nodded at him, smiling.
Song Zhouqi ran away after playing tricks.
"Mr. Fu, it seems that it gets along well with everyone, you don't have to worry," said Chen Yuan.
Fu Chen sat down in a chair beside him, crossed his legs, and flicked the cigar in his hand into the ashtray: "There's really no need to worry."
But why did he feel a little sad?
Chen Yuan roughly guessed what his boss was thinking after taking a few more glances at his expression. He smiled and said, "Boss Fu, we raise large dogs not only because we like pet dogs, but also because they are majestic, especially Tibetan mastiffs. They are said to recognize only one owner in their lifetime, which makes people proud, but the risks are also increased. It is better for them to be affectionate to their family. Besides, pet dogs being affectionate to their family does not mean that they regard everyone as their master. There is definitely only one master."
As soon as Song Zhouqi came in and heard this, he started barking a series of barks.
Yes, yes, yes!
"There is only one master, and I don't consider others as my master!"
Song Xingqi was busy explaining and suddenly threw himself on Fu Chen, knocking him and his chair back with a creaking sound.
The moment he pounced on him, Fu Chen lowered his legs, steadied his feet, hugged the big dog with one hand, and raised the cigar with the other hand: "Be careful."
"I don't treat others as my master," Song Xingqi said again, and then he thought it was wrong, "They are not masters either, they are friends. In my heart, you are just like my best friend! You don't have to worry that I will disown you if I get close to others. I will protect you. If anyone hurts you, I will pounce on him!"
It placed its two paws on Fu Chen's shoulders and licked the man's face and neck with its big tongue, extremely passionately.
This passion and excitement is not shared by others.
Fu Chen was in a good mood. He picked up the big dog regardless of whether Song Zhouqi was wet or not, and laughed, "Let's go, I'll give you a bath and change your clothes."
"Okay," Song Zhouqi responded obediently.
After drying the fur and changing clothes, Song Zhouxing becomes the majestic Tibetan Mastiff again.
Since he was very obedient, Fu Chen did not tie him with a chain at night, but he still had to go back to his room at bedtime. He lay down in the soft nest, curled up, and tucked his tail between his hind legs.
After a while, he circled in the same place and changed the direction to sleep. After a while, he bit the big doghouse and dragged it to the corner of the room. He stopped only when the doghouse touched the corner and then lay down in it again.
Less than three minutes later, Song Zhouqi opened his eyes again.
He always felt that something was staring at him in the room, so he quickly walked to the window, grabbed the curtain and closed the last bit of the gap.
But this did not give him a sense of security. Instead, he felt that he was surrounded by darkness and horror, and that the female ghosts he had seen in movies could crawl out of the walls at any time. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, and the more anxious he became.
The female ghost is coming!
Fu Chen!!!!!!!!!!
"Woo..." Song Xingqi whimpered softly, opened the door and ran upstairs again. He felt that if he was a second slower, the female ghost would crawl out and grab his legs.
"Fu Chen?" He opened the bedroom door and put his nose in through the gap. He knew Fu Chen was not there because the man's scent inside was very faint.
He turned and ran to the study. The door was ajar. He touched it lightly with his paw and it opened.
Fu Chen stood in front of the bookshelf, looking at a photo in the bookshelf with a gloomy face. The photo was not small. From Song Xingqi's perspective, he could see that the photo should be a family portrait with many people. He thought of the death of Mr. Fu and guessed that Fu Chen was missing his father, right?
Song Zhouqi tilted his head, feeling a little confused again.
But since dad is gone, there should still be a mom, so why isn’t Fu Chen’s mom there?
Did he pass away too?
Song Zhouqi rubbed against Fu Chen's trouser leg. Fu Chen noticed him and touched the big dog's head: "Why are you here? Aren't you sleeping?"
"I'm afraid of female ghosts," Song Zhouqi said honestly because Fu Chen didn't understand.
After Fu Chen walked to the desk, he sat in the leather chair and let out a sigh of annoyance. Song Zhouxing felt that he had something on his mind, so he buried his head in his arms, wanting to comfort Fu Chen. The man put his palm on the top of his head and stroked it gently. Song Zhouxing just leaned against him, and from time to time he leaned over to lick the man's chin. Fu Chen felt uncomfortable, and he also felt uncomfortable. He put his claws on the man's waist and continued to bury his head in his arms.
The most painful time has already passed. When Fu Chengye was seriously ill, Fu Chen was mentally prepared, but the day he passed away still felt sudden.
Besides, Fu Chengye passed away not long ago, so it is natural to feel sad when I occasionally see his photos.
That night, Song Zhouqi stayed with Fu Chen until very late. While Fu Chen was reading documents on his laptop, he would quietly lie down at his feet and sleep. If Fu Chen walked around in the study, he would immediately wake up and stay with him.
Fu Chen: My dog is particularly attached to me.
Song Xingqi: A man with sufficient Yang energy can resist the Yin energy of a female ghost.
......
"I'm done," Fu Chen pinched his eyebrows.
As soon as he finished speaking, thunder rumbled outside.
The heavy rain came suddenly, and the big raindrops hit the window glass with a crackling sound. Song Xingqi jumped up, his eyes wide open with fear. He was particularly afraid of thunder, and he had a traumatic experience about it.
On the afternoon of the day when he was eight years old, his father took him to the supermarket to buy snacks. As soon as they came out of the supermarket, the sky suddenly darkened, and it began to thunder and rain. His father picked him up and ran to the parking lot. Pedestrians also hurriedly looked for a place to hide from the rain. A bearded man passing by shouted to the sky: "Are you sick? It rains when you say it will."
Boom! A bolt of lightning struck the bearded man.
Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
The people around were screaming and running away, and his father's legs were shaking and he stood there in shock, his legs too weak to move.
The bearded man was just a few steps away from them, looking at the little Song Xingqi: "Am I anxious?"
Song Zhouqi nodded: "It's all burnt."
The bearded man's eyes rolled back and he fainted.
During that period, Song Zhouxing often had nightmares. He dreamed that a big coal cake was chasing him and asking "Am I burnt? Am I burnt?" He would wake up crying every time.
Boom boom
There were lightning and thunder, and the light in the study flickered several times.
Song Zhouqi looked at the window glass and stepped back step by step.
"Sunday," Fu Chen said, "It's too late, you should go to bed."
Song Xingqi came back to his senses, woofed, and rushed out of the study with his tail between his legs. Fu Chen was very satisfied. His dog was very obedient. When asked to go to bed, he ran faster than a rabbit. He could be said to be well-trained.
However…
There was a big bulge on Fu Chen's bed.
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