milk addicts

The face of the person in front of him became more and more serious, and the edge of the blade sank deeply into the cheek, which was a bad sign, but thinking of that, Doctor Zhang still gritted his teeth, and repeated countless times, "It is indeed Ann. Mr. jumped down by himself, there were nurses present at the time, and the police also came to check."

"I want to listen to the truth!" This kind of cliché sealed in the police file bag is a kind of resistance and non-cooperation for An Yang. He doesn't believe the findings of the bandits in police uniforms at all.

"Who on earth forced my dad to jump off!"

He viciously pinned the obese Dr. Zhang against the wall, his fingers crackled, his eyes were tearing apart, and he was on the verge of going berserk.

"Tell me, is it Jilong City!"

After a stalemate for a long time, An Yang frantically pressed the name, and the name flashed by. Dr. Zhang was so frightened that he blurted out, "It's Mrs. Ji!"

"...Ah, it really is her." An Yang murmured softly, letting go of Dr. Zhang who was panting heavily.

She did have enough motives for committing the crime. She had sent people to chase and beat them, wishing they would die or disappear. Besides, she was also in the hospital on the day of the incident. In the past, An Yang had already listed her as the number one suspect. one.

Junyi's face was half dark and half bright, and when he got the answer he wanted, An Yang tilted his head slightly, bloodthirsty light flashed in his dark eyes, and he smiled sinisterly.

……

At the end of August, the wind became milder. As the seasons changed, city A continued to be cloudy and rainy. Song Nai lay on the window sill and fell asleep again.

When Han Mingjun covered him with a blanket, he suddenly woke up and raised his head in a daze.

"Go to sleep."

Song Nai rubbed his red eyes. Last night, there was a lot of trouble. Originally, Ji Shen didn't plan to call him in the morning and planned to send Song Le there by himself, but Song Nai's biological clock had already been set, and he would wake up at that time.

"Are you still selling barbecue at night?"

Han Mingjun sat down beside him and asked him with his chin in his hands.

"Well, I just made back the cost." Song Nai yawned, put on a small hat, and asked humbly, "Does Brother Xiao Jun have any good ways to make money?"

Han Mingjun chuckled, with a narrow expression on his face, "If you are with Dr. Ji, isn't his money your money?"

Song Nai didn't follow along with the smile. He lowered his head and frowned with worry, "Actually, Mr. Ji and I are not together, and it is impossible to be together. Mr. Ji's family will definitely not like me." The small scars on the palm, thinking of Ye Lan's jade fingers playing with the strings, said in a muffled voice, "...I am so ordinary and have nothing, so I am not worthy of Mr. Ji."

Han Mingjun clicked his tongue, and immediately comforted him, "Don't say that, you must have your advantages, and Doctor Ji will like you. The family can always find a way to pass."

"Mr. Ji, does he like me?" Song Nai smiled wryly, Han Mingjun didn't know his secret yet, maybe when he knew that he was a cow, and Mr. Ji happened to suffer from milk addiction, he wouldn't feel this kind of insidiousness A wrong love is a real love.

Now he wants to make money, make a lot of money, pay off his debts, straighten his back and associate with Mr. Ji, instead of relying on his milk to win Mr. Ji's favor.

While talking, a phone call came in, Song Nai turned out of the window, fixed his eyes on the flowers that Xiaoxiao Luoyu had knocked out, and knew in his heart that it must be Brother Xiaojun's lover, Mr. Gong, who came to check the post.

Han Mingjun frowned, and chatted with the other end of the phone. It was like this every time. Once the call was answered, it took less than an hour to put it down. Song Nai was envious. There are only a few conversations in the chat record with Mr. Ji. Remembering that Mr. Ji used to make fun of him with many typos, Song Naixin felt unwilling. He dragged the Chinese exercise book aside and held his pen tightly. In the sound of happy chatting between Han Mingjun and his lover, Seriously bury your head in the questions.

Throughout the afternoon, he and Song Le sat in a row. Song Le was learning English, and Song Nai focused on two things. While doing exercises, he listened with his ears up and muttered words. He had never worked so hard in learning this matter in his life, but for the sake of To make himself more worthy of Mr. Ji, he ignited a raging fighting spirit.

When Ji Shen came to pick him up, Song Nai was still reciting words in a small notebook.

"You work so hard, do you want to go to university?"

Song Nai didn't miss the banter in his eyes, stopped reciting, followed quickly, and said unconvinced, "Yes, I just want to go to college."

Ji Shen examined his expression, Song Nai didn't appear to be half-joking, his lips were tightly pursed, so he put away his joking thoughts, took Song Nai's hand and walked out.

"Okay, I'll make up for you."

Song Nai blushed when he thought of the tongue that was coaxed to stick out last night, "No need."

"What are you thinking about?" Ji Shen pinched his hot face, and said expressionlessly, "It's really a make-up lesson."

"Oh, then, that's fine." Song Nai leaned closer.

"Go home for dinner!" Song Le didn't listen to what the two adults were saying, he jumped happily, reaching out his hand to catch the falling raindrops.

Wearing a raincoat and rain boots, he broke free from Song Nai's hands and ran around, stepped on the wet mud and slipped his buttocks, and sat on the grass with a smirk and refused to get up. Song Nai went to help him, and the raindrops fell away Wet his clothes, Ji Shen frowned, brought back two non-stop rabbits, covered them tightly with an umbrella, supported Song Le who was still dripping muddy water with one arm, took off his clean windbreaker with one hand and put it on the drenched The backs of Song Nai, one tall and one short, leaned tightly under the transparent umbrella without a single gap.

Han Mingjun stood on the second floor and watched their interaction. His voice gradually faded away. Under the dark clouds in the sky, the car drove down the hill in the rain, and the courtyard returned to desertion.

"Ozawa, tell me, what else can this be if you don't like it?" Han Mingjun retracted his gaze, propped his face with a smile, and pinched the plush toy with his fingers to coax the baby in the cradle. Respond to Daddy's words.

When he got home, Song Nai washed his hands and cooked as usual. The windows were open, the autumn rain was pouring, and the cool breeze was blowing on his face. He hummed a song in a good mood, but suddenly found that something was missing.

When returning home, Ye Lan always sits in front of the French windows and plays the harp. For professional music students, it is normal to practice the piano for more than five hours a day, but today, there is no one in front of the French windows, and the gray light makes the golden The harp also became dim, and Song Nai didn't notice anything unusual for a while.

When the fragrance drifted upstairs, Ye Lan finally floated out of the room like a ray of lonely soul. Song Nai put the dishes on the table, took off his apron and walked aside, Ji Shen suddenly said to him, "Go and call Song Le came down to eat together."

"Mr. Ji?" Song Nai was a little uneasy when he saw Ye Lan looking over and avoiding her sight.

"It's alright, let's go."