My Female Co-Worker Who Works as a Car Driver Wants to Kill My Dog ​​After She Gets Pregnant

After my colleague upstairs who often rubbed my car got pregnant, she asked me to kill my dog. "What if your dog runs away and bites me, causing me to miscarry?" "The dog's body is full of parasites and Toxoplasma gondii. What should I do if my fetus is deformed?" "Also, if I want to ride in your car, what will you do if you bring the dog's bacteria into the car?" A series of "what to do" questions left me confused. I hugged my sweet dog with a big nose and was speechless at her words. "If you're worried, don't touch my car. Besides, I'm not your roommate. Whether I support you or not won't affect you." Unexpectedly, she broke through her defenses and started going crazy in the work group. They described me as a villain who bullies pregnant women, and even provoked my colleagues to isolate me. I laughed angrily. You can't be used to something shameless.