"Hey, are you up? I'm going back to Fengcheng today. Do you want to come with me?"

Early in the morning, Fang Feiyang made a phone call to Zhang Guoshan.

The two of them drove Santana to Sioux City together yesterday to escort a flatbed truck of antique furniture. Zhang Guoshan and Fang Feiyang were in a hurry and directly paid the truck driver extra wages. They arrived in Sioux City without having time to prepare.

Zhang Guoshan's little white polo is still in his hometown, so Fang Feiyang called him to ask about it.

Zhang Guoshan doesn't have the habit or perseverance to get up early, and the four of them were extremely drunk last night. This kid still had a little slurred speech after receiving Fang Feiyang's call:

"Back to Fengcheng? What...what are you doing?"

"Your car is still in your hometown. Don't you want to go home and bring it over? After you officially go to work, do you plan to take the bus every day to support environmental protection?"

Fang Feiyang reminded.

Only then did Zhang Guoshan vaguely remember that it was not just about the car. During the Chinese New Year, he bought many specialties from his hometown and promised to give them to the employees in his department to try them. Those things were still left at home and were not brought over.

.He will officially start working tomorrow. If his generals ask, he won't be able to show it yet.

Now Manager Zhang is also very good at handling the relationship with his subordinates. Small favors and treats are necessary ways to win over him.

Zhang Guoshan got up from the bed smelling of alcohol, held up his mobile phone and asked: "Oh, I haven't woken up yet, what time is it now?... Why don't you come and pick me up?"

"Okay, I know you haven't gotten up yet, so hurry up and get ready. I'll drive over right away."

Twenty minutes later, Fang Feiyang drove his black Santana to the gate of Zhang Kaoshan's community.

Zhang Guoshan had big dark circles under his eyes. He grabbed a bag of breakfast buns in one hand and a cup of soy milk in the other and got into Fang Feiyang's car.

Without saying a word, Fang Feiyang turned the car around, controlled his car, and headed towards the highway.

The car was speeding along, and Zhang Paoshan seemed to be still drunk. He got in the car and ate a breakfast in one gulp, then fell down on the passenger seat and started snoring again.

The spring breeze blows in this season, and patches of green appear on both sides. The poplars and willows have sprouted buds and young leaves. The metasequoia trees have also grown densely packed thin leaves. The metasequoias, willows, and poplars stand intertwined, like guards.

Standing guard for the highway. Outside the rows and rows of poplars and willows, there is endless green wheat. The spring breeze blows the wheat seedlings, and the wheat seedlings salute the cars on the road.

After returning to Fengcheng, Fang Feiyang first sent Zhang Paoshan back to his home. At the same time, he told him to pile up the blue bricks and gray tiles from the Ming Dynasty that were brought back from the demolition of Shuijia's ancient house, so that they might be put to use one day.

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Zhang Guoshan had also had enough sleep by now, and he patted his chest energetically and promised that there would be no problem.

Fang Feiyang smiled and turned the car around again.

After returning home, Fang Feiyang drove Santana directly into the yard of his home.

As soon as I turned on the handbrake and pulled out the key, I saw a small ball of furry gray flesh running out of the house.

"Hey, little thing, come here..."

Fang Feiyang lowered his head and saw the Tibetan Mastiff puppy brought back from the pet market. This puppy was in its infancy and grew up very fast. It was brought back before the Spring Festival and it had grown up in less than two weeks.

The hair around the body seems to be fading away, while new hair is still growing.

"Woof woof..."

The little mastiff cub barked twice at Fang Feiyang.

"Hey, little guy, I've only been out for a day, and you're already barking. Come here and play."

Fang Feiyang stepped forward, hugged the puppy, and rubbed its little head vigorously.

When Su Yazhi and I were looking at puppies at the pet market years ago, they could only whine and hum, and the sound they made from their mouth was like a baby's cry. Now the vocal cords have taken shape, and not only can it bark, but it can also make the sound of a dog barking.

Extraordinarily loud.

The little Tibetan Mastiff seemed dissatisfied with the title "little guy". He tilted his little head and glanced at Fang Feiyang sideways. He seemed not to take Fang Feiyang's master's orders seriously.

"Hey!...Little guy, after raising you for so long, you are still so arrogant. Be careful if I don't give you food, you will starve."

The little Tibetan Mastiff barked twice more, shook its round and fleshy body, turned around and went back to bask in the sun under the eaves, not caring at all about the "threat" of its owner.

"Okay, you have the guts..." Fang Feiyang gave a thumbs up to the little Tibetan Mastiff.

This little thing is born with the aura of a king. Even if it is kept as a pet, it has not lost its dignity as a future dog king. Fang Feiyang can sense the faint aura of the little Tibetan Mastiff, as if it has been good these days.

Enhanced some.

Fang Feiyang continued to play with the puppy, "Well, little guy, I will take you with me when I go back to Suzhou City this time, so that you can see your little wife every day. Your little wife is a month older than you. You guys were

Do you miss her living in a cage? Also, her owner is also a beautiful woman..."

Boss Fang had nothing to do in his free time and was not doing anything right. He squatted under the eaves and continued to play with the puppy. I don’t know if the little mastiff really understood Fang Feiyang’s words or for some other reason. Hearing these words, Yuanyuan

The little head shook excitedly twice, and the bright little eyes were flickering at Fang Feiyang.

"Damn, you sultry puppy, you get excited when you talk about your future little wife. Well, because you are so infatuated, come with me tomorrow."

Fang Feiyang squatted alone in front of the puppy, talking and laughing, and stroking its little paws with his hands.

The mother in the room was hanging up the fresh salted fish meat pickled during the New Year to dry in the room. When she heard her son talking seriously to the puppy, she couldn't help but laugh:

"Arranged marriages are now popular among pet owners. The treatment your puppy enjoys is really high, and even life-long matters have been solved."

"That's right, now that you have brought it back, you have to be responsible for it. Not only do you have to feed it and nourish it, but you also have to be responsible for training it, including the partner. This is the same as having a child, hahaha.

..”

Fang Feiyang and his mother also joked.

The mother continued to smile and replied: "Then you should cultivate this puppy like a son."

"Okay, then I have to give it a name. What should I call it? My last name is Fang, Fang... I have to think about it carefully."

Seeing that her son was talking with great enthusiasm, the mother finished her work and ignored "the father and son", and turned around to go to the kitchen to make lunch.

Fang Feiyang was left alone, really thinking about naming the little Tibetan Mastiff.

Naming a dog requires knowledge, because you cannot change the name after you name it, so just like naming a child, you must be serious and cautious.

Fang Feiyang didn't really want the little Tibetan Mastiff to be called Fang Moumou. He was joking with his mother just now. But after his mother reminded him, he felt that it was very necessary to give the future dog king a majestic name.

The king has the majesty and dignity of a king, so you cannot just call it a little guy. Otherwise, how can a king stand in front of his people?

"Tiedan?...General?...Abao?...Oh! It doesn't sound very good."

"Black tiger? No, no, no, my dog ​​doesn't have black hair all over, so it's really troublesome..."

Fang Feiyang racked his brains and used his brain cells vigorously, hoping to come up with a name that matched the identity of the future dog king.

The little mastiff cub seemed to sneer at the names announced by the other party's big boss. He didn't even raise his head and lazily crawled by the door frame.

It was close to noon, and the bright sunshine shone down with the unique warmth of early spring. Through the thin clouds, it shined in the spacious yard, reflecting golden light, which was extremely dazzling. Fang Feiyang suddenly glanced at the corner of his eyes.

I discovered that the new hair on the dog’s body was actually a rare golden color. It was pure in color and looked like gold threads. It was hidden among the gray fluff, which was very eye-catching.

"Good guy, even the hair is golden. When you grow up, you will match the huge and majestic body of a Tibetan Mastiff, and you will be a little lion... Well, lion, I will treat you as the Lion King, and your name will be 'Xin'

Ba', hehe..."

"Simba!"

Fang Feiyang shouted loudly.

"Woof woof..."
Chapter completed!