milk addicts

This lazy voice sounded familiar, Song Nai was stunned, thought for a while, and asked, "An Yang?"

"It's me, I'll be right there, hurry up."

Song Nai opened his mouth but before making a sound, the phone had already hung up.

"..."

Song Nai's puzzled face was reflected on the black screen.

What did An Yang ask him to go out for?The only intersection they had was that accidental injury.

"Brother, give it back to me..."

Song Le grabbed Song Nai's trouser legs and jumped up and down, reaching up with his small hands. Song Le covered his mouth and secretly glanced at the living room. The two ladies hadn't noticed the movement here.

"You can't cry anymore," he said in a low voice, twisting his brows, "Lele must be obedient..."

Suddenly, there was movement from the porch, the door pushed out a light on the ground, and the two men who had gone out came back.

Song Le is the one who is most eager, hoping that Ji Shen will come back to uphold justice. After getting along with him for this period of time, he finds that Mr. Scoundrel is not that scary. On the contrary, he is very good at cooking delicious food. Also a lot weaker.

He staggered towards him like a puppy, hugged the man's trouser legs, raised his crying face, and shouted like his brother, "Ji, Mr. Ji—"

This is the first time that Xiaobudian took the initiative to contact him. Aiwujiwu, Ji Shen now finds Song Le pleasing to the eye, consciously taking on the role of an elder, and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

Song Nai pulled Ji Shen's straight trouser legs and walked to the bathroom, turning her head frequently, "Come here quickly..."

Halfway through, he was stopped by a cold female voice.

"What are you doing? There are no rules."

Two beautiful shadows bypassed the entrance partition, and Mrs. Ji saw the scene clearly, her face sullen. After Song Nai hurriedly took the children away, she was still a little unhappy, but she held back her attacks, and Ye Lan on the side didn't have time to care. For these, she stared straight at Ji Shen, her eyes had already been straightened.

It has been seven or eight years since we met last time, and Ji Shen has become taller and more handsome, and she is no longer that shy fat girl who dare not express herself to the person she has admired for a long time.

Ji Shen looked at her without speaking, frowning as if he didn't recognize her.

That's right, she has indeed changed a lot, shed off her bloated fat and turned into a graceful young lady.

Ye Lan cleared her throat, and greeted Ji Shen in Russian, trying to find the shadow of the boy who always protected her from his indifferent expression.

"Dear brother Ji, long time no see."

The soft and lively voice seemed to evoke some kind of distant memory, his golden eyes paused slightly, and the vast land, the endless golden birch forest and the brightly lit five-dao long street instantly came to mind, that was when he grew up. The border town is full of cities.

The afternoon sun slanted over, Ji Shen's handsome and deep features softened, and a rare faint smile appeared.

"Little Yezi, long time no see."

Ye Lan's face lit up all of a sudden, and the slight tension disappeared with the familiar address.

They walked into the living room and chatted happily. Even though Ye Lan was the one talking most of the time, Ji Shen only uttered a few words in response, but Song Nai, who was far away, still felt the relaxation and joy from his aura. joy.

The way Ji Shen spoke Russian made Song Nai feel very strange. When he calmly pushed those never-before-heard tones from the tip of his tongue, his magnetic and deep voice was like the Hailar River flowing with ice and snow, cold and gentle, that kind of hair The deep charm from within made Song Nai's heart tremble, and he was quite fascinated by it unconsciously.

But at this time, the sudden vibration of the mobile phone interrupted him, and the little rabbit who was listening intently trembled in fright, focusing his eyes on the caller ID on the screen.

"I'm here, come out."

Song Nai picked up the phone, like a mouse stealing food in the kitchen, not daring to make too much noise, his eyes were still following Ji Shen, and while pinching his throat, he asked in a low voice, "What did you ask me to come out for? "

As soon as the voice fell, the phone hung up in its own way.

"..."

Such a small sound also caught the eagle's attention, and Song Nai was slightly startled when those golden eyes swept over. This was the first time that Mr. Ji focused on him after he entered the room.

Ye Lan was sitting next to Ji Shen, with green onion fingers resting on Ling's big hand, as proud as a hostess, Mrs. Ji stared intently at the well-matched two, the satisfaction and joy in her eyes were about to overflow to fill her With the cup in his hand, even Yu Yuan participated in their conversation, having a happy chat.

Song Nai felt uncomfortable when he saw the happy family scene. The dregs of the wood that he had drunk seemed to crawl into his lungs along with his flesh and blood, and there were bloodstains in his trachea. He tried to swallow, but his throat was still wet. There was a bloody smell.

He thought about it, took a cautious attitude, strictly controlled the pace of the nanny, walked not far from Ji Shen, and reported to him respectfully, "Mr. Ji, the staple food at home may not be enough. Need to go out and buy now."

Song Nai's voice was not too loud, enough to make everyone present look at him. Ye Lan's eyes stayed on him, but his mouth didn't stop. Speaking Russian he didn't understand.

So the host, who was busy dealing with Little Nightingale's enthusiasm, just nodded casually at the nanny who applied. At this moment, all his concerns were given to the people around him, as if he had no time to care about the rabbit nanny.

No one made things difficult for him, but this kind of ignorance made people more angry than making things difficult. Song Nai lowered his eyes and silently backed away.

Bringing Song Le back to the room, he took out the carrot brooch and stuffed it into Song Le's little hand. The child immediately broke into a smile and held the carrot to fiddle with it.

Song Nai rubbed his head and closed the balcony door. He always did this when Song Le was alone, because it was not safe for a child to play alone on the balcony.

The bright sunlight shines into the room through the transparent balcony door, and the whole room is filled with warmth.

Song Nai took out a small box of Song Le's toys and put them in front of the bed. The box was Mr. Ji's wooden box for storing milk. Inside were brand new watercolor pens, painting books, and small pieces of wood in various shapes that he picked up, stacked in the book Dried roses and doodled jigsaw puzzles are neatly arranged.

"Xiao Lele, play in the room obediently, don't go out casually, if you meet Mrs. Ji and Miss Ye, you should greet Mrs. Ji and Miss Ye politely, don't talk casually, they don't like noisy children, brother will come back later, and bring you ice cream, Remember what your brother said, okay?"

Song Le might not be able to listen to the long passage above, but when he heard the word ice cream, his eyes sparkled, and he obediently agreed, "Okay."

After giving instructions, Song Nai took off her apron, changed into a set of clean clothes and went out.

He hadn't gone out during the day for a long time, the scorching sun and high temperature distorted everything, the shades of trees on both sides cast dazzling spots of light, the scene in front of him overlapped with the day he came to the villa a month ago.

Before he had gone far, Song Nai, who was in a trance, stopped and pulled away from the memories of meeting Mr. Ji for the first time.

At the end of the smooth asphalt road, a familiar figure leaned against a gorgeous purple-black heavy motorcycle, puffing out clouds and fog, half of the young man's face was blocked by casually scattered hair, and his chin raised a mocking and lonely arc.