milk addicts

Song Nai thought, there is really a huge gap between him and Mr. Ji.

The workers on the construction site ate the rice he cooked with great relish. There was never any food left, and Xiao Lele was also full. Now that she was tired, she curled up like a puppy and fell asleep on the chair, but Mr. Ji didn't seem interested at all, and he didn't want to try it.

Although the dishes on the plate look ordinary, they are all simple home-cooked dishes, but they still smell very fragrant. Song Nai tidied up the dishes with a guilty conscience, comforting himself, maybe Mr. Ji is not hungry yet...

As a nanny, it's really bad if you can't cook meals approved by the owner.

But as long as Mr. Ji is willing to give him a chance, he will definitely study hard.

After dinner, Ji Shen took the babysitter to the room where he will live in the future.

It was just an ordinary guest room in front of me, not too big or too small, with simple furnishings, but the little nanny beside him seemed to like it very much. The dimples were deeply sunken in his face, and his eyes were shining brightly.

This house is much better than the container house that Song Nai lived in on the construction site, especially the sunny balcony. The snow-white curtains are gently rippling like waves, which makes people feel warm. It must be very pleasant to sit there and bask in the sun .

The empty room is like a drawing paper without coloring, which seems to be at his disposal. Song Nai likes this job more and more. There is a quiet and spacious residence, and fresh fruits and vegetables can be eaten.

Although, although his master seems a little uncomfortable...

Put the sleeping Xiao Lele on the bed, tucked in the quilt, and there were bursts of familiar soreness in the ankle, Song Nai rubbed the ankle that was about to strike, gritted his teeth and stood up, followed Ji Shen limping away Room.

He also wants to lie on the new bed and take a beautiful nap like Xiao Lele, but today is the first day of becoming Mr. Ji's nanny. This is a rare and good job. He must express himself well and not be lazy Lazy.

"Mr. Ji, what should I do now?"

Song Nai leaned on the railing and went downstairs slowly. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his joints.

"what--"

In a blink of an eye, he rolled down the stairs as expected, and his chest slammed into a hard back.

The little nanny who had survived the catastrophe had a blank mind, like a frightened little hare, hugging the reliable support in front of her in fear, trembling.

His hands and feet were cold, his pupils were dilated, and he was indeed terrified.

It's a pity that the people in front of me can't see it.

The firm muscles under his hands exuded a frostbite-like coldness. After the death-like silence, Mr. Ji's voice with hidden anger sounded word by word, "I said, what you need to do now is to stay well and don't It's messed up."

The voice cut through the chaos like a sharp blade, Song Nai came back to his senses in horror, let go of his offending hands, sat down on the steps, and murmured, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ji, I'm sorry."

The soft touch disappeared with the tempting milky fragrance. Ji Shen turned his head, narrowed his eyes, leaned over suddenly, and leaned close to the shivering little nanny's neck, his thin nostrils fluttered.

The alluring sweetness penetrated into the nostrils without warning, waking up every nerve. Ji Shen didn't expect such a strong milky smell on the babysitter, and he almost couldn't help biting the tanned and shallow collarbone in front of him. .

Smokers are addicted to nicotine and tar, so it is difficult to quit cigarettes. Ji Shen also has a strange addiction. He has no resistance to all milk-flavored things.

None of the little nurses in the hospital knew that the cold and handsome Doctor Biji they admired and admired was a senior milk addict patient. In private, he not only liked to eat all kinds of soft dairy products, but even small things such as hand sanitizer and aromatherapy Also only buy milk flavor.

After a long while, the man raised his obscure golden eyes with difficulty, and met the stiff-faced little nanny, his throat seemed to have been ground with sand, and he was extremely hoarse, "You are not allowed to use my body wash in the future, and you are not allowed to use any milk-flavored body wash. .”

Mr. Ji has a good smell, which reminds Song Nai of the silver moonlight on the lake and the cold snow and mist in the mountains. Even if his brain is not out of shock, he still involuntarily pricks up his ears to listen to the other party.

"...Before doing anything, you must ask me, the master, for instructions. This is the minimum professional standard for a nanny, do you understand?"

The little nanny's trembling body calmed down, her ears were as red as a branding iron, she lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at the man in front of her, she murmured, "I understand..."