"I have been calling for three days and I have only arrived yet. What is the service attitude of your pet store?" She stared at me and complained, her eyes were charming but fierce.

I apologized in a low voice: "Sorry, Miss, we have been busy recently and the store is short of staff."

"You changed the shoes, the cat is in the kitchen, you can go in and find them yourself." She looked at my dirty shoes with contempt, in a commanding tone.

After changing into slippers, I entered her house. Her house was decorated in gorgeous, high-end and atmospheric, with a huge curtain and a TV. There was a white wedding dress on the large sofa, some food on the tea table, and a bottle of foreign wine that I drank halfway.

I went into the kitchen and there were several McDonald's takeaway paper bags on the kitchen utensils. In the corner of the luxurious kitchen, a white Pomeranian was eating McDonald's chicken wings. In this world, dogs eat better than me.

I waited for it to eat, and carried it over. Looking at the two leftover chicken wings on the dog's plate, I swallowed. It was time for supper. I carried it into the bathroom and started bathing the puppy.

The woman called her boyfriend in the living room and quarreled with her boyfriend: "You get your fox cat away, or I'll give it to the veterinarian... You have to figure it out, this is my house, not yours... Sorry, I can't forgive you... There are so many beautiful women outside, you can do whatever you want to get married, don't look for me again!"

I glanced at the hall secretly, she threw her cell phone into the sofa, picked up the wine bottle and took a few sips.

Another person trapped by love.

She suddenly turned her head to see me, her sharp eyes were aggressive, and I was so scared that I hurriedly lowered my head and continued to blow dry the puppy.

"That veterinarian, that veterinarian!" she was calling me.

"What's the matter?" I felt very uncomfortable. My girlfriend and I both studied psychology. It is difficult to find a job in this unpopular major. One day I applied for a job and met our pet shop owner and said that you are studying psychology as medicine, and we are engaged in veterinary medicine, which is almost the same. Our boss is so talented.

I washed my hands and walked out and asked her what was going on.

“Is there any cigarette?”

"have."

"Give me one." Her voice was wrong.

I walked over, took out soft white sand from my pocket, and handed it to her. She reached out to pick it up. My heart skipped a beat, and the cigarette fell to the ground. Her eyes were red and swollen. There was blood in her originally bright eyes, which obviously had just cried.

I quickly looked away and didn't dare to look at her.

The cigarette fell to the ground, and I hurriedly took out another cigarette for her, and she took it over: "Lighter."

I'll order her.

There was a very long and deep scar on her hand, with a new wound and the blood was not very dry, and the other hand also had the same scar.

I told her that I had finished my work, which meant that I asked her to pay.

She didn't speak, and kept looking at her phone and smoking while sending text messages. I didn't dare to sit down, for fear of getting dirty the sofa.

I looked at her, beautiful and plump, with round breasts, deep grooves, and snow-white all over. I couldn't help swallowing.

After almost smoking a cigarette, she threw the cigarette butt on the floor and said, "What kind of cigarette is so hard to smoke!"

I felt angry. If I had money, who would be willing to smoke five dollars, I said unhappily: "Or don't smoke, don't complain if you smoke."

She stared at me, and I didn't dare to look at her, so I looked away.

"Have the cat been washed?" she asked me.

I said I had washed it. I don’t know why she called the Pomeranian a cat.
Chapter completed!