milk addicts

I spent the night with my mother in the hospital, and Jilongcheng was also urging him away. These days, Dr. Ji’s few annual leave was exhausted. When he was sitting in the jeep heading to the field training base, he was very serious. Thinking about resigning.

"Go directly to the headquarters."

"Yes."

The wheels rolled up yellow sand, and the eye-catching license plate cheered up the soldiers on duty. They knew very well that the person sitting in this jeep was someone that even their chiefs could not afford to offend.

Passing through layers of guard posts, and driving into the base unimpeded all the way, Ji Shen raised the brim of his hat, rested his forehead with his long fingers, took out his mobile phone and looked through it, the dialog with Little Rabbit stayed on the voice he sent that day, and there was no new one , I haven't been back for a few days, little rabbit, don't forget him.

Staring at the returned Siqian, he frowned.

No, I have to find something wrong.

Song Nai was rubbing taro sticks, when Mr. Ji's exclusive ringtone rang on his phone, he hurriedly tore a piece of napkin to wipe his hands, and picked it up.

"Mr. Ji?"

"It's me, what are you doing?"

It's been a long time since I heard Mr. Ji's voice. The magnetic voice was mixed with distorted electric current, passed through the earpiece and entered his ears, as if the other party was standing in front of him.

"I'm making taro balls," Song Nai cleared his throat, and answered honestly, scribbling his fingers on the chopping board, "The customer said he wanted roasted grass jelly that can be added."

Turning around the flower bed lawn, the jeep stopped in front of the command department, got out of the car, turned around and kicked the military boots, and knocked on the door. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the stern and tall soldier walked towards the building, and asked the person on the other end of the call in a low voice. said, "What else?"

Song Nai was a little taken aback by asking questions like chatting, "...I also prepared red beans, sago, mashed taro, and smoothies."

"Well, it sounds good," the military boots made a sound of kicking on the stairs, and the soldiers on guard saluted when they saw the person coming. Ji Shen didn't look sideways, and his voice echoed in the empty corridor, "What else?"

Song Nai stared at the word 'Ji' drawn out of the cassava flour, with a look of embarrassment on his face, like a student whose teacher failed a question, scratching his head and wondering what else could be in the burning jelly grass.

"Honey?" Song Nai thought about it, but the cost was a bit high.

The jelly jelly made by him is very popular. It is easy to taste the difference between the handmade and the powder used for making it. The glutinous and fragrant dried grass jelly can be sold out quickly every day.

The production cost of grass jelly is not high. They have made some money these days, but they only paid back three thousand and still owe seven thousand. If you come to the door, the hundreds of dollars you earned will be ruined again.Overall, they are still in debt and honey is too expensive to afford.

When Song Nai was thinking foolishly, Ji Shen had already pushed open the door, and there was no one in the huge office, and it was silent, only Song Nai's voice sounded weakly, "Could it be... is there anything else?"

Ji Shen stared at the "advanced" and "excellent" commendations all over the wall, his low eyelashes concealed the ridicule in his eyes, he turned his pace and walked towards the indoor shooting range on the other side.

"Think for yourself."

The water in the pot boiled, and high-temperature white mist rose out, and the bubbles burst one by one impatiently, waiting for the taro balls to be put into the pot.

Song Nai poured the purple potato balls and sweet potato balls cut into suitable sized particles into the boiling pot, and was racking his brains thinking, "Bang bang——" Two loud noises suddenly exploded in his ears, scaring him Almost dropped my hand in the pot too.

"Mr. Ji? What happened?"

Ji Shen hooked the loaded Type 92 and twirled it twice with his fingertips, and shot two quick shots at the last two moving targets, accurately piercing through the ten rings.

"It's nothing, think about it, there's something else I forgot to say." Ji Shen walked towards another officer in the field, put the pistol back into his armed belt, and gave him a sonorous and forceful standard military salute, "Staff Zhou good."

The eyelids of the officer who was caught off guard jumped, and the scorching muzzle of the gun hit his forehead without any discussion. The eyes of the man holding the gun were as cold as ice, and two sharp rays shot out from under the wide, flat brim of his hat.

Cutting off the phone call, Ji Shen got straight to the point, "I hope Staff Zhou can cooperate and give the things to me."

"Presumptuous!" The face of the middle-aged officer was distorted for a moment, and the wrinkles exposed to the wind and sun were like the vertical and horizontal ravines on the yellow earth, red and dry. The combat staff officer shouted quite dignifiedly, "How dare you point a gun at me?"

The military rank on his shoulders has a golden bar more than that of young soldiers, which is enough to deter young people who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth.

It's a pity that Ji Shen, who is used to power, doesn't like this.

The golden light in the eyes flowed, and the raised hand did not intend to let go, the cold killing intent burst out in the golden eyes, and the ultimatum was delivered word by word, "I call you, take it out."

Song Nai on this side didn't know anything about the ups and downs over there.

Without a shovel to stir, lumps of yellow and purple taro balls stuck together, turning into a big vortex in the boiling water.

"Is there anything else you haven't said...?"

After turning off the fire, the stupid student stared at the messy taro balls in the pot, thinking hard.

Two minutes later, the phone rang again. Song Nai picked it up, with drooping rabbit ears and a good attitude. He chose to admit his mistake first: "Mr. Ji, I don't understand what you mean..."

"Although I go to set up a stall at night, I have been doing hygiene at home."

"The money I earned these days, I want to return it to you when it reaches a certain amount."

"Hmm..." Song Nai thought hard, there should be nothing more to explain.

After a moment of silence, a man's indifferent voice sounded.

"wrong."

Why is it still wrong?

The little rabbit's two ears stood up blankly.

"You forgot to say you miss me."

The man's tone was quite serious, and he didn't mean to be joking at all. When he was suddenly teased, two blushes appeared on Song Nai's face.

"Finland is the country with the highest happiness index, because even their nannies will express their admiration and longing for their owners when they come home."

The pistol was placed on Staff Officer Zhou's bald forehead, and Ji Shen leaned against the desk, crossed his long legs wrapped in military trousers leisurely, stared at the man who was sweating profusely looking for documents, and continued to talk to the babysitter calmly. Chat, "So now you know what to say."

Unconsciously kneading the taro ball, Song Nai blushed and said like a mosquito, "Mr. Ji...I miss you."

The soft, sticky nasal voice and the disgusting local accent have become cute.

I still want to tease the innocent little rabbit again, but unfortunately there is an irrelevant light bulb standing next to it.

"Um."

Mr. Ji's reply was not salty, as if this was just an ordinary ritual, just like "good morning" and "good evening", it is not worth exploring the truth or falsehood in the words.

Song Nai was a little disappointed, he... really missed Mr. Ji.

"I'm going home tonight," Ji Shen took the document handed over by Chief of Staff Zhou. His hands were sweaty, he frowned, tilted his head and held the phone with his face sideways, put on gloves for himself, and opened the document Clip browsing, "Don't run around."

The corners of the drooping mouth immediately rose, and the little nanny smiled, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back for dinner, Mr. Ji."

"Ah."

Ji Shen held the folder and hung up the phone in satisfaction.