milk addicts

"Brother Zhang, it seems that the taste has really changed a bit."

Zhang Lijun laughed, took a puff of smoke and let it out slowly, the face behind the smoke was full of complacency, "This man is jealous of us because of our business, oysters are things in the sea, isn't that the smell of sea water, isn't it? We’ve sold six or seven boxes, and it’s fine for others to eat.”

Song Nai sniffed again, but still felt the smell was strange, so he put it back half-believingly.

On the way back, Song Nai met the flower seller again, and she still bought a handful of pale pink eustomas, with two ice cream cones in her cloth bag.

The flowers in my arms are given to Mr. Ji, and the ice cream in the bag is given to Xiao Lele and herself.

A bit greedy, but Song Nai held back.

He wants to eat with Xiao Lele.

Back home, Song Nai sneaked on tiptoe to the living room like a thief, then went upstairs to the bathroom to take a bath.

Mr. Ji was not woken up by him tonight, Song Nai wiped his hair, heaved a sigh of relief, and was a little bit disappointed.

I took out the wilted flower branches in the vase, put new ones in, changed the water again, placed them on the dining table, yawned and went back to my room to sleep.

It wasn't until he woke up at noon the next day and started cleaning after eating that Song Nai found out that it wasn't that Mr. Ji wasn't woken up by him last night, but that he didn't go home at all.

Song Nai spread the money he earned last night on the balcony, wiped off the stains on it with paper, and rummaged through the room to see if there was any heavy object to press it on, and found a square black square the size of a palm from under the bed. The column is full of bite marks, hard and light, and the ink is fragrant and thick.

Song Nai immediately recalled that Xiao Lele had done something before, and her mouth was full of black ink.

... And this thing, Mr. Ji seems to have used it when he was writing calligraphy. If you rub it in a container with some water, you can grind it into black ink.

Seeming to have caused trouble, Song Nai broke out in a cold sweat, stood at a loss for a while, and tremblingly sent a frank and lenient message to Mr. Ji.

But Mr. Ji didn't answer him.

The restless little nanny waited until dark to go out to sell barbecue, and Mr. Ji hadn't come back yet.

Until the morning of the third day, the little nanny who had just fallen asleep was dug out of the bed by the master. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and heard the other party order in a deep voice, "Go and make me something to eat."

Ji Shen looked tired, his eyes were bloodshot, he leaned against the dining table with his forehead propped up, his neat military uniform was a little wrinkled.

Song Nai cooked a bowl of noodles and fried two eggs on top.

Perhaps after waiting too long, the man's eyes closed.

"Mr. Ji, the noodles are ready."

There was no response, his brows were slightly frowned, and the man looked preoccupied.

"Mr. Ji...?" The little nanny leaned over, called again softly, stretched out two fingers and tugged on the other's sleeve.

The golden eyes opened suddenly, and with a long arm, he took the source of the milk fragrance into his arms.

The world was spinning before him, Song Nai almost screamed, he quickly grabbed the edge of the table to stabilize his body, and almost overturned the noodle bowl.

A large fluffy head was buried in the crook of the collarbone and arched.

Ji Shen greedily sniffed the strong milk fragrance from the little nanny's body, which made him feel light and relaxed, as if lying in cotton.

But the little nanny's body was as stiff as a rock, and she shrank back.

Aware of the other party's fear and resistance, Ji Shen became a little more sober, but he still refused to let go.

Although he knew in his heart that doing so was tantamount to molesting his nanny.

"I'm tired, let me hug you for a while, okay?"

The eustoma on the table opened its petals in the morning light, a drop of dew fell, the petals trembled, and Song Nai's heart trembled slightly.

It's hard to imagine that the cold and tough Mr. Ji will have a vulnerable moment, but right now, Mr. Ji is indeed buried motionless on his neck, like a child who refuses to look up, telling him in a hoarse voice that he is very tired .

Song Nai's heart softened instantly, and as soon as his heart softened, his body also softened.

The milk fragrance of the little nanny's body is more healing than milk, and the high-speed brain has been rested. Ji Shen can feel that his spirit is improving a little bit.

With his hands behind his back, he always leaned neatly under the back button of the man's corset in his arms, resisting the urge to get close to the other's chest, and just absorbing energy from a distance.

"Thank you."

After a while, Ji Shen closed his eyes and said to his little nanny.