Chapter 2 — Did I Accidentally Tame the King of Hell in the Ph Family?

The news said that the male student went swimming wild and drowned. But before that, Pho Anh looked at the red burned skin on my body and burst out laughing.

“Does it want to die?”

The next day, that person actually died. It's very difficult not to associate the two things with each other.

"Really... I actually cut myself. I've been under so much pressure lately..."

Rarely does Pho Anh not continue asking. She put away her phone.

“Forget it.”

"I just came to remind you. It's okay to secretly delete that WeChat. Before my youngest uncle could even fully recognize the words, he was forced to compete for the family fortune with a group of evil illegitimate children. In the end, only he survived. If a white rabbit like you actually met him, he would only be gnawed until there were no bones left."

She stared at me. I looked back at her. Pho Anh is enough of an outlaw. So her youngest uncle... Pho Anh laughed.

"You look adorable, bewildered. How did you learn how to tame wolves?"

04

The deadly memories attack me again. In my first year of college, Pho Anh discovered this talent of mine. During the entire summer vacation, I stayed on the three thousand square meter mountain behind her house, taming a wild wolf. Pho Anh returned home from his trip and saw the formerly ferocious wolf rolling around and exposing its belly. She arrogantly lowered her edict:

“Lin Khau, from now on you are mine.”

Being protected by someone is a good thing. But her tricks are too extreme. From ancient times until now, it is difficult for loyal servants to have a good ending. Today, I relied on Pho Anh to step on someone else. Tomorrow maybe she will have a new errand job and change someone else to deal with me. Pho Anh patted my head.

“Okay.”

“You're so honest, even if I found ten naked men to lick you, you still wouldn't dare blink.”

“The other hundred thousand is your reward, just pocket money.”

She stepped on her high heels and boldly left. A few seconds later. Turned around again, put his hand on my shoulder.

“That's right, you're good at networking, right?”

The nail polish color is as dark as blood. Her voice was indifferent.

“My youngest uncle was recently insulted by a pervert.”

“I introduced you to him, please help me look up the IP.”

The blood on my face drained away in the blink of an eye. Pho Anh waved his hand.

“You come with me now.”

"Tonight is my cousin's birthday party, I borrowed the venue from my youngest uncle. The company where you interned is also my youngest uncle's, so I just introduced you two."

“Perform well.”

05

Large villa on the outskirts of Beijing. The horizon sinks. The black avatar is still texting continuously.

“Not satisfied?”

“The puppy wants to see you.”

“Or is the master scared?”

"Do you want to see the puppy I raised? It's as good as me."

I squeezed the phone very tightly. I didn't need to look to feel my face turn pale. Pho Anh patted me.

“What are you doing standing on the balcony?”

“Come here, go see the puppy my youngest uncle raised.”

"You two are considered colleagues. He is also very good at training dogs, isn't there a common theme?"

I was pulled into the middle of the crowd by Pho Anh. Seeing the Caucasus dog is bigger than the Tibetan mastiff. I cracked. Is this thing a puppy? He stood up and sometimes put his feet straight on Pho Bach Kieu's shoulder! Documents on Baidu show that he is one meter nine meters tall.

“Youngest uncle.”

Pho Anh just spoke up and is sure nothing good will happen.

“My roommate, a graduate student Hoa Thanh's beauty, she passed the exam with her own strength, extremely good at networking."

“Is it necessary?”

The night wind cuts across my face. I was as stiff as a quail. The man who gave me alms gave me a look, distant, controlling, examining. Scared me into almost shrinking into my shell.

“So cowardly?”

This was his first impression of me. Pho Anh was a head taller than me and used me as a walking stick.

“She's really cowardly and honest, a bit ignorant, but her technique is very good, she can definitely help you find that pervert!”

“So what?”

Pho Bach Kieu squinted his eyes slightly, standing opposite me like a wall.

“Really small.”

06

“Small person but great strength, very smart head!”

Pho Anh spared no effort in praising me. As if I wanted to repay her loyalty, I had always listened to her all these years. The familiar "tch" sound. Naked eyes. He was assessing my neck. Those beautiful eyes were filled with appraisal for me.

“Then please…”

Pho Anh continued:

“Her name is Lam Khau.”

Pho Bach Kieu curled his lips.

“Then I'll bother Ms. Lam.”

“Miss Lam, do you want to see my puppy?”

Seeing that I didn't speak, my eyes stared at my toes, my shoulders shaking a bit. Pho Bach Kieu asked:

“Am I so scary?”

“Pho Anh said you interned at Goldman Sachs, and if there were no surprises, you would be officially accepted.”

A soft laugh that was almost inaudible. Pho Bach Kieu said:

“We have to work together later. It's not okay for you to be so afraid of me, Ms. Lam."

That Caucasus obediently squatted beside his feet, like two mountains blocking my face.

“Touch the puppy to relieve stress.”

“He's very good.”

Under duress, I touched the furry dog's head. A small voice like a mosquito cried, praising it:

“So adorable.”

“Ah!”

The large dark gray dog in front of me suddenly got excited and threw me to the ground. I couldn't help but scream. The dog's paws pressed against my stomach, his tongue stuck out and trembled, as if about to bite.

"Chan Kha Ai, don't lick."

It's Pho Bach Kieu's voice.

07

It turns out the dog wanted to lick me. Because Pho Bach Kieu ordered it, it didn't move, just used its claws to press on my body. Apparently he has withdrawn his strength. If it weren't for my body, it would have been crushed.

“It's called Chan Kha Ai.”

Pho Bach Kieu explained. I looked at it again. As big as a bear, big head, thick fur. Actually, it's not cute at all.

“He thought you were calling him, teasing him.”

I forced a smile.

“Yes… yes.”

Pho Bach Kieu took all my struggling appearance into his eyes, squatted down, his long slender hand pressed close to the meat cushion under the dog's paw.

“Chan Kha Ai, raise your leg.”

The dog didn't move, still leaning against my stomach. I've heard that Caucasian dogs are extremely loyal to their owners. They should be very obedient.

“A waist this small will ruin it.”

He said.