The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Gao Qinghe couldn't wait until later when she had time to talk about it.

When passing by the small veterinary clinic in town, I threatened the dog, who was about to get angry, and reluctantly led him to the health center, where the doctor gave him an injection.

These days, it's rare to see people coming here to get injections, and even rarer to see people bringing their dogs here specifically for vaccinations.

The elderly veterinarian, whose hair had turned completely white, praised Gao Qinghe for her sense of responsibility, saying she must be a dog lover.

The next second, Little Black, who was about to bark at the veterinarian, got kicked in the butt and dared not bark in anger.

The old veterinarian took a deep breath and, as he saw the man and dog off, earnestly gave Gao Qinghe some advice:

"Stray dogs are hard to tame, and we don't necessarily have to keep them."

Gao Qinghe smiled and thanked the veterinarian for his kindness.

Turning to Xiao Hei, he said, "Say goodbye to the doctor."

The big dog named Xiao Hei squatted down with a defiant look in its eyes, raised its left front paw, and waved it left and right in a human-like manner.

Under the old veterinarian's dumbfounded gaze, Xiao Hei flicked its tail and quickly caught up with the speeding red sedan.

Upon arriving at the new place they were to stay, Xiao Hei first sniffed around Jiang Baohai's house from front to back, and then urinated on the telephone pole in front of the house.

Only after Gao Qinghe yelled at him did he reluctantly go into the bathroom to take a shower.

Jiang's mother was startled when she saw a stray dog, as tall as Gao Qinghe, rush out of the bathroom, its fur flying everywhere and splashing water droplets all over the floor. She quickly took three steps back.

Xiao Hei could smell Gao Qinghe's scent everywhere in the yard. It stared at Jiang's mother for a long time, its nose twitching. Its not-so-bright dog brain vaguely realized that this middle-aged woman had a relationship with the bad woman.

Because she also has the aura of bad women around her.

So it didn't bark, it just stood there shaking off the water, shivering a little from the cold.

Jiang Baohai, having finished bathing the dog, and Gao Qinghe, who was watching the scene with a grin, walked out of the bathroom.

Seeing the trembling Xiao Hei and the equally trembling Jiang's mother, I briefly introduced them.

Jiang's mother couldn't quite accept having such a big stray dog ​​in the house, but seeing her daughter-in-law's happy expression and her son's indulgence of his wife, she silently swallowed her objections.

"Then, should we make a nest for it?" Jiang's mother asked timidly.

Gao Qinghe nodded, then turned and instructed Jiang Baohai to find some planks to make a small house for Xiao Hei.

Jiang Baohai sighed softly, looking at his wife's expectant eyes, what else could he do?
He took off his thick coat, resigned himself to his fate, and carried out the leftover planks from making the wardrobe, starting work in the yard.

Gao Qinghe brought Xiao Hei into the house and let it roast by the stove.

Xiao Hei fell in love with the stove and lay motionless beside it, like a dark gray carpet spread on the ground, startling Jiang's mother who was about to boil water.

She accidentally stepped on a dog's tail—it felt like a dog's tail, right?
Jiang's mother was not quite sure.

But Xiao Hei, in pain, suddenly raised its head from its low position and glared at you with fierce eyes.

Jiang's mother turned to run away, afraid that the dog would pounce on her and bite her.

Unexpectedly, the person glanced at her twice, then listlessly lay back down, changed position, and continued to warm themselves by the fire.

The constant flow of heat from the stove was a rare treat for a stray dog ​​used to roaming the streets.

It's just that dogs can't talk, otherwise, seeing its appearance, Jiang's mother felt it would probably say: "So comfortable~"
Seeing that the dog didn't bite her even when it was stepped on and hurt, and that it had been vaccinated, Jiang's mother gradually became less afraid of it.

With her son's doghouse nearing completion, she remembered that there was still a stiff old cotton quilt at home.

Jiang's mother quickly found some old clothes that had been torn apart and used them as a quilt cover. She quickly sewed a quilt and put it in the doghouse.

In the past, clothes were all made by hand, and the fabrics and patterns were either plain or various tacky floral prints.

The small quilt, pieced together from recycled materials, with one patterned and one plain section, is quite pretty.

"You even used the ethnic-style floral quilt."

Gao Qinghe poked Xiao Hei's head and said enviously.

Xiao Hei glanced at the floral quilt, but remained unmoved.

He stayed nestled by the stove, not wanting to move.

Jiang Baohai patted the doghouse he had just finished and asked his wife, "Should we put it in the yard or inside the house?"

"Let's put it in the yard," Gao Qinghe said. She wasn't sure if the stray dog ​​would destroy the house.

Besides, people who come to ask for a place to stay don't deserve to live in such nice accommodations!

Seemingly sensing someone's malicious intent, Little Black, who was lying by the stove, suddenly stood up and rushed out of the hall into the courtyard.

Jiang Baohai placed the doghouse at the base of the wall, where it was sheltered by the eaves, to prevent it from getting wet in the rain or snow.

As soon as the nest was set up, Xiao Hei crawled inside, as if it knew it was specially prepared for it. It wagged its tail contentedly, lay down, and looked at the yard with its head facing the door, satisfied.

"Should we tie it with a rope?" Jiang Baohai asked worriedly. "It would be troublesome if it rushed out and bit someone."

Gao Qinghe felt that Xiao Hei was not a dog that liked to bite, but it was hard to guarantee that someone wouldn't be so foolish as to provoke the dog.

She then asked her mother-in-law to help her braid a leash from scraps of cloth, so that the dog could be put on when someone was around.

Normally, when it's just family members, they don't tie it up.

Xiao Hei was very perceptive; as soon as it saw Gao Qinghe appear with the rope, it darted away.

The gate wasn't closed, and it dashed out in a flash. Gao Qinghe didn't even have a chance to chase after it before the dog disappeared from sight.

Gao Qinghe: "."

Jiang Baohai found it amusing, but he was also curious, "Will it ever come back?"

Gao Qinghe threw the rope into his arms, "Come back or don't, it's better if you freeze to death out there!"

She looks so resentful, just like a mother chasing after a naughty child.

Jiang Baohai wanted to laugh, but his wife glared at him, and his face immediately turned red.

Jiang's mother found a broken soup bowl and planned to use it as a food bowl for the dog.

While cleaning up the leftovers, Jiang's mother suddenly thought that keeping a dog at home wouldn't be so bad, so that she wouldn't have to feed the leftovers to other people's pigs anymore.

When he took the dog food out of the kitchen, the dog was gone.

"Where's Xiao Hei?" Jiang's mother asked, puzzled.

Gao Qinghe said, "They ran away."

Fearing her mother-in-law might misunderstand, she explained, "It's alright, it will come back on its own. Just put the food bowl next to the dog's kennel, and it will find its own food if there isn't enough."

Jiang's mother nodded blankly, thinking to herself, "So that's what 'wild dog' means."

As darkness fell, the family of three gathered around the stove and enjoyed a simple hot pot meal.

After dinner, the small gate that was specially left open in the yard slammed shut, and the little black dog sneaked back in.

Upon seeing the fragrant leftovers by the doghouse, the dog's eyes lit up, and it began to devour the food like a starving ghost.

Jiang's mother leaned against the glass window by the door and looked out, finding the secret passage strange.

It's only been one day since I arrived, and I'm already able to go home by myself.

It was cold at night, and Jiang's mother was worried that the dog would get cold, so she asked Gao Qinghe if she wanted to let it into the house.

Gao Qinghe snorted and waved her hand, saying, "No need, I won't freeze to death in a nest."

Jiang's mother then said nothing more.

I just went to the yard to close the gate before going to bed and put a charcoal brazier next to the doghouse.

It was a life after all, and Jiang's mother didn't want it to freeze to death in her home.

At 9:30 p.m., except for the mahjong parlor at the village entrance which was still lit, all the lights in every household in the village were off.

After Jiang Baohai finished washing up, he returned to the room and saw his wife squatting on the floor, searching for something.

He leaned closer and asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

Gao Qinghe said, "Set."

Jiang Baohai's eyes lit up; this was going to... (End of Chapter)