milk addicts

"Put it on." Ji Shen took out the corset and handed it to the babysitter. His burnt mouth struggled to utter clear words. Even though he had tasted the smell of blood, he still maintained his composure as if nothing had happened. A friend is coming."

Song Nai stretched out his hand in a daze to take it, but the man's hand was like iron tongs, and Song Nai could clearly see the blue veins on the back of his hand that were so forceful.

"Mr. Ji?"

The little rabbit raised his eyes and secretly looked at the other party. He seemed to see reluctance in his deep golden eyes?

After finally freeing the pinched corsage, the top was wet, because Song Nai didn't have time to look at it because he was going to entertain guests later, so he threw the corsage into the underwear washing machine and rummaged for a new one. put on.

Ji Shen also took the opportunity to take a shower, changed into neat clothes, and groomed from head to toe. Even the hair was wiped with hairspray until every root was uncovered. He lifted his jaw slightly and recovered to the flower of kaolin in the first hospital of A hospital. look like.

Looking at the babysitter's flattened chest again, Ji Shen lightly said affirmatively, "Well, remember, you have to dress well when there are others around."

After the bath, the thin lips that were opened and closed were stained with water.

The little nanny blushed, recalling the kiss, looked away, and nodded indiscriminately.

He thought Mr. Ji was referring to An Yang as the guest, but he didn't expect that it was a man he had never seen before.

This man has a tough cropped head and is quite tall. His handsome features have been exposed to the wind and sun, imprinting the unique temperament of a soldier. The most memorable thing is that there is a delicate tear mole under his eyes.

"Doctor Ji, when did a child come to your house?"

Glancing at Song Nai who was standing beside Ji Shen, the man raised his eyebrows with surprise on his face, but he didn't stop moving. He changed his slippers with ease, washed his hands and sanitized his hands, as calm and at ease as in his own home.

"This is Song Nai, Song Nai, and this is Yu Yuan."

"Mr. Yu, hello." Song Nai looked at Mr. Ji's friend secretly, sipped two small dimples, and called out timidly.

Because of blood loss, Yu Yuan's face was not very good. He scratched the stabbing wound in his ribs, with a hearty and unruly smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to Song Nai.

"Hello."

Song Nai was flattered, wiped his hands, and reached out to him in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, a hand flew out and quickly caught the hands that were about to be clasped. The icy man grabbed his friend's hand and grabbed his shoulder.

"Go back to the room first, and I'll show you the injury."

Yu Yuan turned his head and received the warning from Ji Shen's eyes.

He suddenly realized, smiled ambiguously, and punched Ji Shen's chest with his elbow.

"Okay, okay, I understand, I understand."

"Let's go." Ji Shen frowned and urged coldly.

"Hiss——Ji Shen, you fucking gently tug."

Song Nai was left in the living room, staring at the backs of the two close to each other and disappearing up the stairs, the hairball on the back of the buttocks gradually fell down.

The shadow at the feet is a small group, showing a bit lonely.

Mr. Ji has a really good relationship with his friends.

Song Naixiang gave a friendly smile, the muscles on his face couldn't be controlled, and the finished grass jelly had already solidified. He silently served three bowls, one small bowl for Song Le who was running hot, and the other two bowls He put it on a plate, deliberately added a lot of fresh milk to one of the bowls, covered the jelly jelly thickly, and went upstairs lightly.

The heavy wooden door is closed, isolating the world inside.

Song Nai stuck it up, trying hard with every hair in his ear, but he didn't hear anything. At this moment, laughter suddenly sounded from behind, and Song Nai, who was caught straight, almost jumped out of his throat, and turned around in a hurry.

"Yu, Mr. Yu."

"Little rabbit," Yu Yuan's clothes were half hung on his body, and his exposed chest was wrapped with a bandage. He didn't point out his sneaky behavior, but just smiled jokingly and waved, "We are here."

Song Nai followed Yu Yuan and walked into the room with heavy steps. This guest room was bigger than Song Nai's room, but with less furniture. Song Nai often came in to clean up.

It turned out that Mr. Ji didn't let his friend live in his house, Song Nai got some comfort, and gently put down the plate in his hand.

Ji Shen was tinkering with the medicine box, and frowned when he saw him come in, but he didn't drive him out.

The room was stuffed with two big men, and suddenly it looked a bit crowded. Song Nai stood beside him, listening to their conversation without saying a word, the rabbit ears slowly drooped, and Song Nai found that he could not understand anything Mr. Ji said, nor could he Can't get in a word.

Mr. Ji devoted himself to treating his friend's wound, just like touching his ankle that day, pressing the bronzed chest muscle with sterile gloved hands, rubbing the cotton wool to wipe away the old blood spots, Song Nai's heart was sore Comfortable, bit his lip.

While Ji Shen was taking off his gloves, Song Nai couldn't help but stepped forward, picked up the medicine bottle that fell on the ground, raised his eyes with anticipation, and said to Yu Yuan, "Mr. Yu, I can help you too. Mr. Ji, rest for a while."

The smell of vinegar was too strong, and it went straight into the nasal cavity. Yu Yuan rubbed his itchy nose, and just as he laughed, the wound was pressed hard by Doctor Ji. Come on, haha."

"Song Nai, you go out first." Ji Shen's expression turned ugly.

"Mr. Ji, I can also..."

"Don't make trouble."

"……Oh."

Song Nai sat on the garden steps sullenly, picking up the dust at his feet.

The summer is bright and beautiful, not far away the roses are blooming in full bloom in the sun, clusters of deep and shallow red, quickly climbing out of the high fence, exuding a strong fragrance of flowers, but Song Nai's nose is blocked, so he can't smell anything .

A lost bee flew up and down around him, maybe the milk smell on his body was too sweet, the honey was recognized as nectar, raised its butt, suddenly got angry, and stung the lost little rabbit's face.

"what--"

Song Nai was unprepared. The sharp numbness quickly spread from the wound. He covered his face and stared blankly at the struggling dead bees that fell to the ground, hot liquid came out of his eyes.

unlucky...

As soon as Honey's body was buried in the soil, Song Le walked up to his brother with crooked steps. When he saw his brother crying, he immediately raised his young fist and announced, "Brother don't cry, I'll beat the bad guys."

The picture album in Song Le's hand fell to the ground with a slap, Song Nai sniffed, picked it up and rummaged randomly, suddenly, a painting that had never been seen before broke into the field of vision.

A little rabbit wearing a nanny apron and holding eustoma jumps on the drawing paper, the crayon is rough, but the painter's strokes are delicate, the fur of the bunny is brown, the pink eustoma petals are covered with dewdrops, the rabbit is red There were also a few tears in the big eyes, as if he had been wronged.

With just a few brushstrokes, the artist has portrayed the little rabbit quite vividly, probably only after careful observation can he achieve this level.

Song Nai looked intently, and found that the little rabbit's feet were still bad, swollen and tall, just like him, like steamed buns.