The "lost little beast cub" felt that he had found a position for himself, his proud physical fitness was compared, and his previous arrogance was also completely dissipated. People whose knowledge of the Massachusetts sports circle is limited to other people's oral descriptions and limited documents, do not know what a reasonable category is. I used to hear people bragging too much and bragging too much, but now I think it's normal, isn't it "Passerby B"? There must be more passers-by like this. Maybe they are low-key, not used to competition, and they are not competition-type.
The real sap is really the most painful, and Fang Zhao who knocked out this stick didn't even know that when the symphony orchestra in his mind was playing magnificently, someone was shivering in the evening wind.
After Fang Zhao finished running in the park, he went back to the hotel to take a quick shower, but he didn't catch up on sleep. Although he didn't sleep all night, he was still in high spirits. There was too much inspiration in his mind. Just write it all out in your head.
By the time I finished finishing the manuscript, the sun was shining brightly outside.
Nan Feng saw Fang Zhao coming out, and hurriedly asked someone to bring the prepared breakfast.
The hotel staff saw that Nanfeng ordered a table of food, naturally thought it was for multiple people, and specially prepared more tableware. Nan Feng didn't explain, just smiled silently.
The boss eats a lot, and the Nanfeng people are used to it. Fang Zhao disappeared all night, and when he came back, he was locked in the room and only now came out. They asked at random and got a reply of "running at night".
Okay, the boss said to run at night, let's run at night, although none of the three Nan Feng believed it in their hearts.
Fang Zhao naturally also saw that the three of Nanfeng didn't believe him, but they didn't want to explain it. After running all night, their brain activity was also large, and now they were very hungry.
During the meal, Fang Zhao received a message from Will.
Will is going to an art show and wants to take the curls with him.
During this time, Will still cultivated inspiration with his curly hair. He was reluctant to leave, and he was not willing to waste time. If his father personally called and asked him to participate on his behalf, Will would not be willing to leave the campus. He has no time to ponder his own works, so how can he ponder other people's works? What's more, he didn't like his paintings.
After listening to Will, Fang Zhao thought about it, and watched the video to see the condition of the curly hair. This little thing can actually understand a lot of words. When Will called him, the curly hair was next to him. Swinging, at first glance, I want to go out and wave.
Fang Zhao thought for a while and asked, "Can I bring the dog to the exhibition?"
Will explained, "It was a private exhibition, which was held by a friend of my father's. This time a private exhibition was held in his manor, and only some people in the circle were invited, and it was not open to the public. I asked, and many people brought Dogs go."
The taciturn Will rarely explained so much.
In this case, Fang Zhao did not refuse, and Will also has bodyguards and the like, and the safety work is well done. As for the curly hair, this dog is addicted to games all day at home, and it's fine to go out for a run.
"Okay, let it have more contact with the same kind and make some new friends." Fang Zhao said.
After talking to Fang Zhao, Will immediately prepared to go.
Before, Wil's father said to Will like this, "I know you don't like the paintings over there, I didn't let you stay too long, just say it in the past, I can't get away if I have something to do, you come over for me this time. Of course, don't leave too early to go to the art exhibition, stay at least an hour before you leave, you know how to save face?"
An hour later, Will could still take it. Since his father asked so, Will complied, but he wanted to bring the dog with him.
Will's father knew that he couldn't persuade him on this matter, so he said helplessly, "Okay, as long as you get the permission of the dog owner, you can do whatever you want. Anyway, you promise to participate."
When Will's father called, a relative next to him also heard it, he turned around and started complaining with his friend, "You know what? It's not that I'm stupid to keep a dog! Keep a dog! The kind that smells bad if you don't wash it for a day, scratches the floor and picks up flowerpots, and barks at the slightest movement, devil!"
After complaining about the dog, he continued, "My nephew must have been kicked by the dog! He even said today that he would take the dog to the exhibition! Oh my god, I can't imagine it! That's a disaster! You have to be in the same place as the dog when you see an art exhibition. Space... eh? A separate place for dogs? That's not good either, I get goosebumps just thinking about so many dogs around!"
Will didn't know that there were relatives who were spreading his "brain kicked by a dog". After receiving Fang Zhao's permission, Will was very happy, and he was not so repulsive to participate in the private exhibition that he didn't like. He feels that this can be used as a new way of cultivating inspiration, and he is looking forward to bringing dogs to the art exhibition.
However, Will's good mood did not last long. When he took the dog to the manor where the art exhibition was held, he learned that the dog could not follow the exhibition hall. Will tried to get the driver to turn around and go back, but eventually got out of the car with a sullen face.
Will got out of the car with the curly hair in his arms. Someone wanted to touch him, but Will didn't let him. This is his source of inspiration, and it can't be damaged.
"Wow! This is the dog worth 200 million?" One of Will's friends hurried over. He doesn't keep dogs, but he has paid attention to pet journals. He still knows about Curly, a dog worth 200 million.
"How did this dog get into your hands?" the friend asked.
"Borrowed," Will said. "Can't you bring dogs into the hall here?"
"Definitely not! You can take the dog to run in other parts of the manor, but you can't take the dog to the hall. Do you still hold this dog? Are you raising dogs or not your ancestors? Although I don't raise dogs, I also know that dogs can't be raised. You are so cute, you need to exercise more, dogs need exercise." The friend said, looking at the curly hair greedily, "Can you give me a hug?"
He especially wanted to hug a dog worth 200 million to get some wealth.
Will ruthlessly refused.
"Okay, don't give it if you don't give it. Oh, let me take you to the place where the dog is placed." The friend actively led the way, and while Will was not paying attention, he stroked his curly hair, his expression rippling.
When he got to the dog's place, Will saw other people bringing their dogs.
Several dog owners are arguing together, is the strong and powerful long legs attractive, or the fat short and soft claws are more attractive
Will has no interest in this. He feels that it doesn't matter whether long legs or fat claws are floating clouds, and he is only interested in one.
The placement point is like a big warehouse, there are many big cages, there are already seven or eight dogs, two of them are very active, howling at other dogs and people as if they are raising their heads in rebellion, and they are very energetic.
Without waiting for Willdo to think about it, Curly Hair pulled the rope and walked in, came to an empty cage, raised the puppy's paw, scratched it, and walked in.
When the friend saw it, he was delighted, "Good vision, this cage has only been cleaned, it's the cleanest, and the light here is good."
Will glanced critically at the place where the dog was housed, then at the cage where Curly was going.
The cages are very large, and the large dogs are also spacious when jumping in it. The equipment is fully equipped, so there is no need to worry about the dogs being hungry and thirsty here.
What worries Will is that next to the cage with Curly, there is a big, rounded dog, one of the active dogs here. It is a large dog, and the fluffy fur makes it look even more sturdy. In this comparison, it appears that the curly hair has become a pocket dog, helpless and pitiful.
Will looked at the curls lying quietly on the cushion in the cage, and now he can only sigh helplessly, "I would have known that I would not have come to the exhibition."
Will decided that he would take the dog away after an hour, and he would also hurry up and cultivate inspiration with the little curly hair.
"Don't worry, the management here is pretty good. It's all natural dog food produced in Muzhou. It's non-chemically synthesized and has no preservatives. It's expensive. The dog eats better than me." A dog breeder next to him said. Will said.
"Really, there are still cameras over there. Someone is watching over here, so don't worry about losing the dog. Every dog here is worth millions, especially the one you brought, worth 200 million. , why don't you keep an eye on it?" Another said. As he spoke, he pointed out the surveillance camera here to Will.
No one noticed, he walked into the dog's cage, curled up quietly, moved his ears, looked up in the direction of the monitor, and lay back again.
When Curly was placed and the registration was completed, when Will left with his friends, he looked back and looked inside. In contrast, Curly was so small and well-behaved.
After leaving the place where the dogs were housed, Will came over again within five minutes, worried that Curly would not be used to the dog food here, so he brought the canned dog food that Curly usually eats.
As soon as he entered Will, he found that the place became much quieter. The noisy barking just now stopped. Then he looked at the two big dogs who had barked so badly before. Still looking over here.
Will didn't care either. His understanding of dogs was still limited. He just felt that it was much quieter here, and he didn't think there was anything unusual.
After putting down the can, Will looked at the state of the curls and found that the curls were uncomfortable, so he left reluctantly. The exhibition hall was about to start, and he had to rush over.
When Will leaves, the place is quiet again, except for the clack of curly hair eating cans.
The big dog next door smelled the fragrance and tentatively took two steps here.
Curly raised his head from the dog bowl and bared his teeth there.
The chubby big dog whizzed back, shrank hard in the corner away from the curls, and chirped in fright.