Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 316 Versatile
"Of course not. You misinterpreted my words again. I think you are a very nice person with good conditions in all aspects. An ordinary girl is not good enough for you." Song Zhiwei said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "If you say that you are not demanding If you don't believe me, why are you still single?"

The corner of Zhan Ye's mouth twitched, "Is it because of high requirements to be single? Maybe it's just my bad luck, and I haven't met the right person for me? I'm not as lucky as Wei Xuan."

Hearing this, Song Zhiwei was a little embarrassed. How could this be applied to them, but she did make a mistake. You can't infer a person's character based on the status of being single, which is indeed biased.

"I'm sorry, my thinking is indeed a bit wrong." Song Zhiwei quickly smoothed things over, "But I believe that with your character, you will meet the right person soon."

"Cough cough" At this time, Xiaohua choked because she was too anxious to eat.

Song Zhiwei quickly picked up the water glass for her to drink, and patted her on the back to help her breathe.

"Don't be so anxious to eat, it's bad if you choke, you know?" Song Zhiwei said to Xiao Hua seriously, with a trace of obvious nervousness in her expression.

Her nervousness was keenly captured by Senye.

After finishing the meal, Song Zhiwei insisted that she pay the bill, and Zhanye never argued with her, so he had to say that he would treat her next time.

Considering that Zhanye has no experience in raising pets, Song Zhiwei proposed to go to his house to help settle the dog before leaving, and Zhanye naturally agreed.

When I arrived at Zhanye's house, there seemed to be no change from the last time I came.

"Don't you even live here?" Song Zhiwei asked casually.

Zhan Ye nodded, "I was busy a while ago, and I will live here in the future. I have a dog, so I can't leave it alone here."

Song Zhiwei smiled and said, "You will definitely be a good host."

Dog kennels, dog bowls and dog food are all bought in the store, and they can be placed directly in the living room.

"A stray dog ​​like it has a bad stomach, so don't feed too much in one meal, it's better to eat less and eat more." Song Zhiwei told Zhan Ye some basic feeding knowledge, "It's better for dogs to take a walk every day." To two times, because it is an adult, it does not like to solve the toilet at home."

Before she finished her notes, Zhanye suddenly frowned and pressed his shoulder, with a look of pain on his face.

"Zhanye, what's the matter with you?" Song Zhiwei hurriedly asked.

Zhanye turned his arm and shook his head, "I injured my arm during the exercise, it's fine."

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Song Zhiwei asked with concern.

"It's just a small injury." Zhan Ye didn't care.

But Song Zhiwei knew that the injury that made him frown in pain was definitely not a minor injury. Looking carefully now, his left shoulder seemed to be higher than his right shoulder, and it should be wrapped with gauze.

No wonder Zhan Ye came back early, probably because he had to recuperate from his injuries.

"Then do you want to go back to the unit?" Song Zhiwei felt that if he lived here alone, if something happened and he couldn't even find someone, at least there were colleagues in the unit.

Zhan Ye raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Don't treat me as a sick child, this level is nothing."

"I just care about my friends." Song Zhiwei knows that men like them are most jealous of others seeing them as "delicate", but she is really out of concern.

"I know, but Zhiwei, you are really worrying too much. I'm fine. Besides, I will rest tomorrow. This injury will heal soon." Zhan Ye said.

Hearing that he would rest tomorrow, Song Zhiwei suddenly suggested: "I'll also rest tomorrow, or else I'll ask my mother to make some soup, and I'll bring it to you. You, a big man, definitely wouldn't cook at home."

"It's too much trouble for you." Zhanye declined.

"It's not troublesome at all. Our two families are not too far away anyway." Song Zhiwei shook her head repeatedly, "I'll stop by to see the dog. By the way, what name do you want to name it?"

Zhan Ye touched his chin and thought for a while, "Yellow wolf."

Song Zhiwei couldn't help but chuckle: "A weasel?"

Xiao Hua, who was playing with the dog, suddenly said two words: "Xiao Huang."

"Xiao Hua, what did you say? Is it its name?" Song Zhiwei asked.

Xiao Hua nodded timidly, "Xiao Huang."

Song Zhiwei couldn't help laughing. Xiaohua is young and doesn't know a few words, so those are the only names she can choose.

Zhan Ye agreed, "Let's call him Xiao Huang, anyway, the name is just a code name."

When Xiaohua heard it, she hugged Xiaohuang's neck happily and giggled.

"This child, are you planning to adopt it?" Zhan Ye glanced at Xiao Hua and asked Song Zhiwei.

Song Zhiwei had a troubled expression on her face. She had been thinking about this question for the past few days, but she couldn't make a decision.

Although she knew that Wei Xuan was a kind-hearted person, it was really not easy to adopt an AIDS orphan. They had to think about what might happen in the next decade or even decades.

"I'll discuss it with Wei Xuan when he comes back." Song Zhiwei sighed softly, with reluctance and sadness in his eyes.

Zhan Ye saw her embarrassment, and offered to propose: "You and Wei Xuan will have their own children sooner or later. If adoption is inconvenient, I can help you contact a better orphanage."

Song Zhiwei shook her head, "Xiao Hua's situation is special, not all orphanages are willing to accept it. I appreciate your kindness Zhan Ye, and I will take care of this matter. Your top priority is to recover from your injuries and get back to health as soon as possible."

She obviously meant that she didn't want to discuss it any further, and Zhan Ye stopped it tactfully.

Zhan Ye drove Song Zhiwei and Xiao Hua downstairs in the community, and the two made an appointment to deliver soup at noon tomorrow.

"Then let's go first, pay attention to safety on the road, goodbye." After letting Xiaohua wave goodbye to Uncle Zhanye, Song Zhiwei took Xiaohua and left.

Looking at the two backs, one big and one small, Zhanye thought for a while, and then sent the photo to a subordinate, asking him to check Xiaohua's situation.

The next day, Song Zhiwei took Xiaohua to Zhanye's house with soup and cooked meals according to the agreed time.

Soon Zhanye came to open the door.

When she saw the apron around his waist, Song Zhiwei was stunned, "Aren't you cooking?"

Listening to the range hood coming from the house, it seems that Zhanye is really cooking.

"Are you surprised?" Zhan Ye raised his thick eyebrows and showed his white teeth, "I never said I can't cook, but I'm not very good at cooking, and I seldom make a fool of myself."

Song Zhiwei couldn't help laughing, "Your talent is really so great that I'm 'precautionary'. If I knew it, I would only bring soup here."

"Come in." Zhan Ye signaled them to enter the room, "Sit down by yourself, I'll bring out the dishes after frying them."

(End of this chapter)