milk addicts

Sports students have good lung capacity and a loud voice. A group of people are crowded together, and Song Nai's temples are throbbing from the noise.

After the baked dishes were brought to the table, the noisy conversation finally became clear. A pretty girl said enthusiastically, "The Department of Ice and Snow Sports will hold a big event next month, do you know?"

"The weather is so hot, and there are ice sports, our school is really rich." Inserting a straw into a glass bottle of Coke, a boy stood up and distributed the drink.

Song Nai helped him send it out, and he got a grateful smile. He fiddled with his hair helplessly, and laughed out two small dimples.

"There are so many international students this year, and the funds are sufficient."

"Hey, speaking of international students, have you heard of An Yang?"

At the mention of this name, several girls who were swiping their mobile phones immediately became excited, and rushed to say, "I know! I know! Is it An Yang from the ice hockey team!"

"My God, once he came, the school's confession wall was swiped by him..."

Song Nai looked at the youthful faces, and the envy in his heart was like the ears of wheat in the field, which grew higher and higher.

In their village, if someone is admitted to a university, the village head will not only announce it on the radio, but also spread the news from door to door.Gold banners on a red background hang for a whole year at the gates of college students' homes, not to mention the honor.

However, going to university has nothing to do with Song Nai.

He didn't study well, his grades were always at the bottom in the past, and because of the accidental death of his parents, he dropped out of school early, and now he can't even type on a mobile phone.

Customers come one after another. Today is the weekend, and the passenger flow is particularly good.Roast the raw oysters with minced garlic and millet spicy, and the delicious fragrance wafts out for ten miles, and three bags were easily sold.

The barbecue stall remained open until three o'clock in the morning before closing. Song Nai and Zhang Lijun said goodbye and walked towards the other side of the road.

Occasionally, one or two cars sped by on the quiet avenue at night. Song Nai was so sleepy that he rubbed his eyes. When he walked to the station, he saw no one around before realizing that the bus had already left.

After sitting down and resting for a while, Song Nai fiddled with his mobile phone to try to hail a taxi. At this moment, an old lady pulled a wooden cart slowly passing by, and the wooden wheels dragged on the asphalt road, making a heavy sound.

Looking at the dew-stained flowers and the old lady's pale hair, Song Nai hesitated for a moment and stopped her.

"Hi, how do you sell this flower?"

"One lily, one rose, three yuan, this, this crab claw orchid, five yuan a pot..." The old lady stopped and said vaguely with her leaky teeth, while gesturing with her hands, "Little brother, are you Who are you going to give it to?"

"It's not for anyone," Song Nai actually thought of the cold-faced gentleman, but he was embarrassed to say it.

After looking carefully, he picked out a handful of pink and white eustoma, "I want this."

The flowers are hugged in the arms, exuding a sweet fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed.

Song Nai showed a smile sweeter than flowers, and rubbed the tip of her nose on the soft and delicate petals.

The money earned on the first day actually bought flowers first, which is a bit extravagant.

But the mood was healed.

Song Nai thought that he would buy a bouquet of flowers every day after get off work and give it to his Mr. Ji.

It took me a long time to call a taxi with my mobile phone. I returned to the villa and opened the door. The living room was pitch black, with only a little moonlight shining in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Song Nai changed his shoes and tiptoed up the stairs.

It may be that his lame foot was too noisy, and after the door closed with a click, another footstep gradually approached him.

Even though he knew that the tall figure in the deep corridor should be Mr. Ji, it still overlapped with the person in his memory, and a sense of fear was swallowed up from the bottom of his feet.

As soon as Ji Shen walked up to the little nanny who came back late, he found that the little man was shaking.

Ji Shen didn't sleep at all.

Or rather, he tried to fall asleep, but couldn't.

As a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded, it is the purpose of the army to protect the people and serve the people wholeheartedly.

Ji Shen became a worried parent, because of the child's late return, he was so anxious that his heart burst into flames.

But the child trembled in fear of being scolded, and Ji Shen couldn't scold him anymore.

He turned on the light in the corridor, and the incandescent light came down from above his head. After his vision became clear, his dull eyes focused on the man's handsome face, his raised rabbit ears drooped, and his body slowly calmed down.

At this time, the master's cold questioning voice sounded.

"Where have you been?"

A thick smell of oily smoke and charcoal made the man frowned, and it was easy to tell that it was the smell of those dirty street stalls.

"I'm going to sell barbecue." Sure enough, Song Nai said so, and took out a handful of oily banknotes from his pocket.

A few coins fell to the ground, he hurriedly picked them up, brought them to the man, raised his dark eyes, and said flatteringly, "I earned these tonight, and I'll give them all to you."

It seemed that it was only two or three hundred yuan, but Ji Shen didn't pick it up, leaning against the wall and hugging his chest, squinting at him, "I thought you left your brother at my house and ran away."

The man was wearing pure white home clothes, his long legs were lazily crossed, and his body was surrounded by a soft light, like a handsome god without waves.

The little nanny couldn't move her eyes, and shook her head like a goose.

Suddenly thought of something, he turned around and ran downstairs. After a while, he came up with a bouquet of flowers out of breath, and ran up and down.

A dirty little hare stood before him, her cheeks redder than flowers.

"For, for you, Mr. Ji."

Those eyes were full of water, hiding behind the flowers and looking at him shyly.

The man was startled, but he didn't reach out his hand. He just stared at the other person expressionlessly, and the emotions flickering in his golden eyes were unpredictable.

After a long while, the little hare lowered his hand in disappointment and hid the flower behind his back, together with his ugly limp.

Ji Shen's heart softened suddenly, and a slight pain appeared.

"Why did you send me flowers?"

"The flowers are beautiful, and Mr. Ji is also very beautiful, so I send flowers to Mr. Ji."

Song Nai accidentally said what was in his heart, and blushed even more.

"..."

The long silence made the little hare so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole to get in, feeling that he was being watched, and his long rabbit ears trembled like leaves in a strong wind.

"Take out your phone." The man suddenly ordered.

Song Nai was startled, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone.

The other party read a series of numbers, and Song Nai looked up at him in a daze.

"Add me as a friend, I don't accept cash."

"Oh."

Using the fastest hand speed in his life to add friends, staring at Mr. Ji's head portrait, Song Nai was a little happy, the pompom tail behind his buttocks swayed left and right, quietly, no one knew.

"Go take a shower, I've never seen a nanny dirtier than you."

Under the supervision of Mr. Ji, Song Nai took a shower and washed his hair. When he dried himself, the clock was almost six o'clock. He dragged his exhausted body and fell asleep next to the bed.

After a busy night, Song Nai slept very soundly and soundly. Even Mr. Ji stood by the door and watched him for a long time, but he didn't know it at all.