milk addicts

There was an iceberg behind him, Song Nai didn't retreat, he didn't retreat, he turned his head and said weakly to the man that he couldn't figure out, "Mr. Ji, please make way..."

The little nanny raised her face, with a drop of glistening sweat on the tip of her small round nose, her black eyes were wide open, full of helplessness and panic, and her full lips revealed the stubbornness and greenness unique to children.

Ji Shen suddenly found that the little nanny was cute and cute, although she was a bit dark.

"You smell so good."

The little nanny broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly covered the skirt of her shirt.

Fortunately, his master didn't seem to suspect too much, just grabbed his hand and took a sniff, then raised his eyebrows, and asked lightly, "...What brand of body wash is used?"

This suction almost sucked Song Nai's soul away.

"I, I'll go get it for you...!"

The little nurse disrespectfully knocked his master away, and fled lamely.

He ran too fast and forgot to take the most important thing with him.

The dripping black bra had snow-white milk stains on the inside of the cups, like mellow snow-topped coffee.

Ji Shen picked it up miraculously, the sponge pad was squeezed vigorously and deformed, the milk leaked from between his fingers, and a few drops splashed onto his face.

In an instant, the tip of the protruding tongue froze suddenly.

Looking up, the man in the mirror was obsessed, trying to lick the nanny's corset like a pervert.

There was a buzzing sound in Ji Shen's head, and veins popped out on his forehead.

Damn...what the hell are you doing.

Song Nai hid back in the room, locked the door, took off her clothes and rearranged her breasts, wiped off the milk that flowed out, took out a clean wide cloth with shaking hands, and wrapped her breasts in circles.

Looking sideways at the flat chest in the mirror, although breathing became difficult, she felt full of security.

Eager to prove her innocence, the babysitter ran back to the bathroom with lavender-scented soap.

In the spacious and bright bathroom, that tall figure has disappeared, only a black corset lying abruptly on the sink.

Song Nai hurriedly wrapped it in plastic bags layer by layer, threw it into the trash can, and finally, guilty, grabbed other trash and pressed it on top.

A look of reluctance flashed in his dark round eyes.

The corset has accompanied him for two years with only minor wear and tear.

But he didn't dare to wear it anymore.

If this bra is seen by Mr. Ji next time, he will really be speechless.

The little nanny has been in a state of ecstasy all day long, and this incident of almost revealing his secret has never happened in two years. Even if he lived with a group of big men on the construction site, he never showed his feet, and the changed underwear was hung in the room dry in the shade.

But he is so careful, in front of Mr. Ji who can't rub the sand in his eyes...

He didn't dare to look at those golden eyes that could read people's hearts again.

Fortunately, the villa is very big, and it's not like you can meet Mr. Ji if you just want to.

Song Le saw that his brother was depressed all the time, so he turned a page, took a crayon and drew on the blank paper, raised his eyes for a while to observe, and smiled cheerfully. Song Nai came back to his senses and leaned over to look curiously.

There is a mess of colored lines on the paper, green wool is used for hair, the big and round face is connected by intermittent yellow lines, and the facial features are even more blurred and blurred together, but they can still be seen It is the appearance of a person.

Xiao Lele can always bring him happiness.

Song Nai's brows and eyes relaxed, and his two dimples were full of smiles, "The brother Lele painted is so pretty, I want to draw too."

When Ji Shen went downstairs to get milk, he saw two children, one big and one small, lying in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, dangling their legs and drawing, laughter and laughter echoed in the empty living room, and the floor was colorfully painted.

The man frowned.