"Little Leaf," Yang Han said, holding a small golden retriever, turning his head to look at Liu Zuoye, "Have you ever raised a dog before?"
She was lying on the railing, teasing the large dog with a dog's tail grass, and when she heard Yang Han call her, she replied, "Well, there are a lot of local dogs in my hometown who came to see the door."
Yang Han scratched the chin of the golden retriever and asked nervously. "What do they usually eat, except dog food... Will they eat vegetables?"
Liu Zuoye smiled and said: "Chinese pastoral dogs are easy to feed, and the country people don't care too much about their food. Hmm..." She reached out and scratched the golden retriever's chin, and said, "If it's the case, it should be eaten. It has to be finer, but probably doesn't like eating vegetables."
Yang Han blinked and said a little worriedly: "What if I can't raise it well..."
"It's okay, if you have any questions in the future, you can ask the pet shop." Liu Zuoye said, "Her Royal Highness Princess will always have a solution."
"Ah," Yang Han said, puffing out his cheeks as he finished speaking, "You're called a princess again, I don't like princesses."
Liu Zuoye poked her bulging cheek.
"Pfft" out of breath.
"..." Yang Han said, "Ah, you!"
Xu Jia had been watching the two of them for a long time, she felt a sense of desolation inexplicably, and she couldn't tell what was wrong, and hugged the big dog in her arms tightly.
Han Shiyu came over and asked, "Have you found something you like?"
Yang Han handed him the puppy in his hand and said, "This one!"
Han Shiyu took it, squeezed the meat pad, and said in a mysterious Taoist tone, "Yo, the bones are pretty good."
Little Golden Retriever wagged his tail and probed to lick his chin.
The person in charge came over, looked at this one, and said, "This one, its mother died when she gave birth to it, and it has a brother..." He looked at the corner, and his eyes fell on a fearful one. on the little thing. "there."
The golden retriever was darker than this one, and sat there obediently, with its bag tilted, its black eyes looking at the one being held by Han Shiyu, with a little envy flashing inside.
Yang Han's heartstrings were struck for a moment, she gritted her teeth and turned to look at Han Shiyu.
Yang Han: "Dad."
Han Shiyu: "Nothing to be diligent about?"
Yang Han pointed to the one in the corner and said, "Can you... raise two."
…
There are two dogs in the house.
Han Shiyu spent a lot of money and gave these two a set of luxury home equipment.
But in the process of returning home, Yang Han did not breathe a sigh of relief, life was always telling her, little girl, you are too happy too early.
Yang Han sent Liu Zuoye and Xu Jia back, and handed over the two dogs to Han Shiyu to take care of. And this man took advantage of this time to have his name picked.
The honest one is called Gou Da, and the lively one is Gou Er.
What is even more hateful is that the two innocent golden retrievers who are ignorant of the world naturally accepted these two names and responded positively when Han Shiyu called them. "Two" and circled around Han Shiyu.
Yang Han squatted on the spot, watching the two dogs with persecuted names rubbing against Han Shiyu's legs and begging for ham, she was so angry that her cheeks were bulging.
Han Shiyu even more aggressively picked up the two cubs and shook his head to show her off.
The hot blisters on Yang Han's hands have long since disappeared, and now there is no substantive means to compete with him, so he can only make a video with Yang Mo in grievances.
As soon as Yang Mo opened it, Yang Han shouted, "Dad—"
Yang Mo: "?"
Yang Han pointed to the back, Han Shiyu was "getting the grandson" under the lavish calligraphy in the living room. Yang Han became more and more angry, and said incoherently: "You are so good, Dad, why do you like this kind of person! What is this person worth marrying, and why is this?" Yang Mo: "..."
The more she talked, the more she thought about Yang Mo, who was on the opposite side, and wailed, "When are you coming back..."
…
"You're going back in a month," Allen insisted on meeting with Yang Mo every few days, and said, "Can you take the initiative to raise a topic?"
Yang Mo no longer dared to speak to him.
There are actually many topics to talk about between them, and the most common thing is computers. Allen didn't follow him all day to ask about personal matters, but occasionally his curiosity was aroused, and he casually mentioned at the end of the conversation. But always hits the mark.
Ellen: "You said..."
Yang Mo said in advance: "Shut up."
Ellen: "Why, I didn't say anything..." His topic was very serious once, "Do you love your daughter?"
Yang Mo stared at him suspiciously, and only after confirming that he had not dug a hole, said, "Well."
He laughed and said, "Are you going to celebrate Father's Day at home?"
Yang Mo hovered his fingers on the keyboard and remembered something.
When Yang Han was in junior high school, on Father's Day, he made a wooden work for them. It was carved by Yang Han himself, like a beautiful little bell. Because it took a long time, it was impossible to carve an identical one and "distribute it according to the head", Yang Han gave the only one to Han Shiyu himself after weighing it. What Yang Mo got was a hug and the words "Happy Father's Day".
Yang Mo told himself that the child's feelings are very sincere, and the focus is on affection rather than form, but he couldn't help being depressed for several days. One-third of this emotion was caused by the man surnamed Han swearing in front of him intentionally or unintentionally... Or Han Shiyu didn't mean to show off, it was just some kind of psychological bonus effect of Yang Mo.
At that time, he and Han Shiyu fought openly and secretly for three days.
Now that he thinks of it, there is only a sense of shame that he can't look back on, and he still can't guess what he was thinking at that time.
Yang Mo replied: "Occasionally..."
Allen put the ice drink aside with great interest and said, "Did you know Starry, an expert study shows that 80% of the three families have the most families of three. There is some more or less favoritism on the question of who to love more, and it is even hidden and undetectable."
Yang Mo looked up at him, frowned and asked, "Where did the data come from, and what are the judgment conditions?"
Allen said: "Of course the expert is me..."
He didn't give Yang Mo a chance to be ironic, and continued: "... So according to my intuition and past experience, you must have had it too."
Yang Mo said: "No."
Allen's curve to save the country: "Then who do you think your daughter loves more than your husband?"
Yang Mo blurted out almost without thinking, "Me."
Allen spread his hands, with an expression he expected long ago, and said, "Look, you think so..." He did not know where to learn the tactic, leaned back, folded his hands in front of his knees, stretched out his hands politely, and said : "… so does your husband."
"You think too much," Yang Mo's voice on the keyboard became obviously heavier, he sneered, and said to the "expert" sitting opposite, "He should have self-knowledge."
…
Coincidence is a derivative of fate, and they are all things that really exist in other dimensions, and they are not limited by time and space.
Just like.
On the other side of the ocean, there was also a blond friend who sat on the sofa and took over the tea made by the president of Jixun. During the chat, he accidentally mentioned such a topic.
Lu Youqi teased Gou Er who came up with his finger, with a smile on his face from the previous topic, and casually said, "You think, compared with Yang Mo, who does Yang Han love more."
Mr. Han, who has the title of "self-knowledge", blurted out almost without hesitation: "Me." Lu Youqi didn't expect him to be so straightforward, and frowned, "Where do you get your confidence."
"Damn," Han Shiyu said solemnly, "Xiao Yang doesn't say anything, but in fact, like Dayang, the more he dislikes me, the more he loves me."
"..." Lu Youqi said incredulously, "You really can shine without the sun even with a light-emitting diode."
"I'm not kidding," Han Shiyu said very seriously, "Although he is very strong at the end, he will honestly have to admit this matter. If you don't believe it, wait for him to come back and ask."
Lu Youqi asked suspiciously, "Really?"
Han Shiyu: "Really."
"I believe that Yang Han's love is basically average," he held the tea in one hand and pointed to the outside with the other, blew the mist on the teacup, and said indifferently, "But the wooden bell in the car You can testify, I don't mean to exaggerate." He took a sip of tea and said, "You still love me a little more."
…
This issue has been discussed for a long time, and there is no accurate result so far.
The spark still goes back to the Father's Day when Yang Han first gave Han Shiyu a gift.
Yang Mo applied to work from home and accompanied Yang Han every day, while Han Shiyu was on the rise in his career and often did not go home for half a month. It was a long time away from home. Han Shiyu only came back once in the middle of the way, and he was just on the way to work. He needed to participate in the first large-scale exchange held by Jixun before returning home to rest.
The day Han Shiyu came back was Father's Day. Usually this festival, Yang Han will say a happy holiday to the two of them, and he still pulls them onto the sofa impartially, and both of them are present and shout again.
Yang Mo looks forward to this little ceremony every year.
He walked downstairs and was about to go to the kitchen to warm up some drinks for dinner. As soon as he took out the drinks, he caught a glimpse of Yang Han sneaking downstairs downstairs, holding a small gift bag behind him, looking around. After a circle, he probed his head and opened the door of Han Shiyu's study.
Yang Mo: "?"
Driven by curiosity, he walked over, and before he got to the door, he heard a small voice: "Happy holidays, old Han, this is for you."
Han Shiyu took off his glasses, recovered from work, and replied, "Ah, what is this..."
Yang Mo's footsteps stagnated, and then he heard Han Shiyu's exclamation: "Yo."
Yang Han said: "I spent several physical education classes... I secretly did this, and this is the only one, limited worldwide!"
Han Shiyu praised: "It's amazing Xiao Yang."
Yang Mo: "..."
Suddenly, some kind of sour emotion slowly climbed up from the bottom of his heart, and even crossed his rational string. Yang Mo, who has always been good at analysis, didn't think about why this time.
Yang Mo didn't speak, and didn't go in, but continued to return to the kitchen and pretended nothing had happened. Yang Han walked out of the study, searched for him again in the kitchen and found him in the kitchen, then rushed up, hugged him and said, "Dad! Happy holidays!"
Yang Mo nodded and said, "Thank you."
Yang Han tilted his head and said, "Why do you feel that you are not as happy as before."
Yang Mo touched her head and smiled, "No, I'm very happy."
…
Han Shiyu completed the task and flew back to the company the next day.
Yang Mo held back for a long time, and finally asked when Han Shiyu made the video: "...What did Yang Han give you that day?"
At the venue, when the reporting period passed and they were having entertainment and social activities, Han Shiyu held up a selfie stick on a whim to live broadcast to Yang Mo.
The venue was very large, and celebrities and well-known big Vs were invited to perform on the stage, which was very lively.
Han Shiyu: "Ah, what?"
Seeing him pretending to be stupid, Yang Mo gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give it to you on Father's Day."
"Oh," Han Shiyu thought for a long time, clicked his tongue, and said, "It's nothing, it's just a simple gift."
Yang Mo didn't stalk him and said, "What is it?"
"Do you want to know that?" Han Shiyu pretended to "hm" for a while, then smiled: "Tsk, actually gifts are not important, Xiao Yang's love is the most important."
Yang Mo has never been more than three, so he resisted the urge to fight and said, "What the hell are you talking about..."
"Hey, wait a minute," Han Shiyu looked forward, got up and tidied up his clothes buttons, handed the selfie stick to Mi Shu next to him, and said, "Let's not talk about it, I still have a show."
Han Shiyu smiled, put his two fingers together and lightly touched his lips, then pressed it on the phone screen, while Yang Mo on the other side ducked back subconsciously.
Han Shiyu said: "For you."
At this time, the host in the background had finished reciting the cutscene, and said solemnly: "Next, our President Han will bring a song "Let it go"."
Applause thundered.
Yang Mo: "."