Behind Jibo is my father's office. At this time, he is still busy in my father's office, and I feel moved and guilty.

"I just picked up my things and suddenly thought about my mobile phone. I forgot to tell you before, for fear that you can't contact me." I rigid smile, "little brother Ji, things are not finished?"

"Now I'm just sorting out some documents. It will be ready soon. Don't worry. I've sent uncle Yin back to have a rest just now."

"Hard for you, brother Ji." I was so miserable in my heart that I tried to raise my mouth and smile.

"According to the previous plan, I can't take you to the airport tomorrow. You have to be careful. You don't have to worry about things. After that, I'll send them to Turkey properly."

"I know, brother Ji, then you Be careful. " With that, I ended the video call.

If a second later, my tears will fall, I don't want him to see me cry.

We are all going to be fine. The happy days are about to begin.

I wiped away my tears and sorted out my emotions. Then it suddenly occurred to me that there was a nasty stupid dog outside.

I quickly opened the door and rushed out, suddenly dumbfounded.

The notebook, which was put on the tea table before, was actually held on the ground by it. It was pressing tightly with two big claws. It was very comfortable to bite. Several pieces of paper were scattered on the ground.

"Beast, shut up I let out a roar, and the guy was startled and bounced off the ground.

I rushed over to pick up my notebook and almost fainted at a glance.

The notebook was bitten a big hole by it, the rest of the place was full of tooth marks, the notebook was basically scrapped.

My hands and feet were numb with anger, "you brute, go to hell!"

I yelled at the top of my lungs, grabbed the ashtray on the tea table and smashed it at the dog's head.

It quickly dodged, but the ashtray still hit its back. The marble ashtray was very heavy, and it cried out in pain.

A few seconds later, it calmed down, and immediately rushed at me fiercely.

I dodged behind the sofa in a hurry, and it jumped in the air, but soon came over.

I was scared to hide behind the flower shelf, tightly holding the big flowerpot on the flower shelf, and I yelled, "you Come here and I'll Smash your dog's head with this big flowerpot It's too much trouble to ask your bastard master to collect your corpse tomorrow... "

The dog seemed to realize that the current situation was not optimistic. He sat less than half a meter away from me and glared at me fiercely.

The mouth "wheezing" panting for breath, and from time to time also opened his mouth, revealing the Seng fangs, as if to demonstrate to me, let me a burst of fear.

I don't care, as long as it dares to come over, I really use a flowerpot to kill it, a mobile phone for a dog's life, how to say it's worth, at least let me feel very hate.

The two of us are so tense confrontation, I look at it, it looks at me.

I suddenly thought of the dog that bit my mother and infected her with rabies.

What does it look like? Will it be like the dog in front of you, tall, fierce and inhuman.

It bit my mother that moment, my mother must be special pain, it is a mad dog, it is desperate to bite my mother.

My eyes blurred at the thought.

The dog's sin can be forgiven, after all, it is a beast, the crime is human, man manipulates the dog to create a tragedy.

I immediately thought of Qin family, thought of Kewen.

It was probably the Qin family that killed my mother with a mad dog.

And Kewen, who is so close to the Qin family and has raised such a cruel and inhumane dog, are they inextricably linked.

I hold the big flowerpot tightly in my hands, and an idea is flashing in my mind.

In fact, as long as I hold this big flowerpot and smash it quickly, the dog will surely die.

My fingers were shaking. I bit my teeth and fought for more than ten minutes, but I still couldn't get down to it.

It's Kevin that I hate after all, not the dog in front of me.

No matter how annoying a dog is, it's nothing more than a dog's bullying.

I'm killing this dog now. It's a real hooligan.

I gradually loosened my fingers and gnashed my teeth and said, "be honest for me, or I will not only crush you to death, but also make you into a dog meat hotpot."

It should not understand what I said, but it could feel that my tone was extremely unfriendly. It immediately pulled its neck and called at me.

The dull and loud barking of the dog made my goose bumps stand up all over my body. Accompanied by a cold sweat, I quickly shrunk back to the back of the flower stand.

This guy has a lot of perseverance. We have been in a standoff for more than an hour. He keeps staring at me.Later, it is probably some limbs ache, simply lying on the ground, continue to be vigilant staring at me.

In this way, the two of us glared at each other for half an hour.

I was a little impatient, I coughed and tried. Seeing that it didn't respond, I moved half of my body from behind the flower rack.

Unexpectedly, I just stepped out of the half step, it immediately "ow -" a toward me.

I was scared to quickly back to the body, but accidentally bumped into the flower rack, the flower shelf a skew, followed by a dull sound, the large flowerpot in front of me fell into pieces.

Tom was startled. He pulled out half a meter away with his tail between his legs. He scanned his head vigilantly from left to right, but soon he calmed down and pressed me.

It's over. Now, the big flowerpot is broken. I have no self-defense weapon. If it wants to hurt me, I will have to fight with it.

"Can a male dog be a little gentlemanly and block a lady from going to the bathroom? Is that too humiliating, your master taught you?" I looked at it with both hands on my hips, and said in a strange way.

I have tried to control my tone as much as possible to make it less stiff and unfriendly. But maybe it was because I bumped into the flower shelf just now and the flowerpot fell down, which scared it. It understood that I deliberately smashed it with a big flowerpot, so it was still very hostile to me.

Now it's closer to me and won't let me go.

I'm angry and anxious. I've suffered a lot of insults in my life, but after all, it's an insult from human beings. Now I'm stuck here by a dog and dare not move. I can't even go to the toilet. It's too oppressive.

Rowner's dog is also TMD with personality. Despite its ferocious side, it is stubborn and resolute enough to guard its enemies for hours without sleeping or leaving, or even urinating or pooping.

I can't help it. My limbs are aching. I'm tired and sleepy.

It's going to be 3 o'clock after a long standoff. I didn't stand in military posture for so long when I was in school.