milk addicts

The dark clouds were very low, the sky was dark, and it was brewing one after another rain, but the small room was warm like spring. Song Nai looked like a drunk man, his face was flushed, and his breathing became weak due to the pressure of the people on his body. But still motionless, only a face peeked out from under the tightly wrapped blanket.

Song Le on the side was woken up by the cold, and drowsily retracted his calves that were exposed outside the quilt. Usually, his brother would help him cover the quilt, but now his brother is occupied by another brother. Song Le watched for a while. The two of them rubbed their eyes and got out of bed.

He was a bit hungry and wanted to find something to eat, so he went into the kitchen and found a few loose biscuits from the cupboard, and a bag of white powder like flour. He was not greedy, so he just took a biscuit, stood up, and suddenly Seeing a black shadow flashing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree outside the window, it seemed to be just his illusion.

The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus floats faintly. This tree is very old, and its trunk is thick and thick. It is as old as the community. golden.

Song Le stared blankly for a while, but saw nothing. Under the tree, there were only pieces of gold that had been knocked down by the raindrops. He looked away, tore open the biscuit packaging bag, and suddenly a face was stuck on the glass. , Song Le raised his eyes, he was not frightened, but stopped chewing, and shouted in surprise, "Mr. Ji——"

"Shh."

Ji Shen put his finger on his lips to signal him not to speak, and asked, "Where's your brother?"

Remembering Mr. Ji's instruction, Song Le shut his mouth tightly and dared not make a sound, shook his head, and pointed his fat little finger to the next door.

Ji Shen turned to leave, Song Le held up the biscuit in his hand to him, a crescent-shaped gap was bitten on it, and there were still some shiny spittle on it, Song Le's eyes were also shiny, with the joy of a long absence, Ji Shen hesitated for a second, but his obsession with cleanliness still couldn't stop him. Through the fence of the anti-theft window, he bit the biscuit that the child desperately handed over, chewed it up and swallowed it.

"good to eat."

He looked expectant, and Ji Shen boasted that Song Le was very happy and wanted to bring him biscuits, but Ji Shen stopped him, wiped the crumbs from his lips, and waved to him, Song Le had short legs Pushing up desperately, he climbed up to the dining table, and lay down on it to listen to Ji Shen's explanation in his ear.

With a sound of "bang--", the pot of succulents on the window sill was swept down by Song Le's short legs trying to swim forward, and the soil and leaves were scattered all over the ground. It was hard not to attract the attention of the wolf with such a big movement. Seconds later, Song Le was picked up by a hand stretched out from behind.

In the blink of an eye, Mr. Ji disappeared, and the osmanthus tree in the distance stood in the drizzle, like the deep golden eyes of a man who was wet.

"What are you doing?"

Song Le let go of the hand that was holding the anti-theft window, obediently hung by his side, and whispered to An Yang, who just woke up and looked unhappy, "Eat biscuits."

An Yang saw that the cupboard was turned over, so he didn't say anything, just took out all the biscuits and stuffed them into Song Le's pocket, which was full, and then put the medicine powder in the upper cupboard, out of Song Le's reach.

As soon as the two turned around, they realized that Song Nai had also been woken up. Standing at the kitchen door and watching them, Song Le struggled to hug his brother, but An Yang let him go.

"Good afternoon brother."

Song Le handed him biscuits, and he would say good afternoon to his brother after every lunch break, but his brother ignored him, pointed his unreachable chin at him, and stared blankly at An Yang by the window.

"elder brother?"

Song Le made persistent efforts, stood on tiptoe and stuffed the biscuit into Song Nai's hand, his slightly spread fingers couldn't catch anything, and the biscuit fell onto his bare feet with a slap.

"Why did you run out without shoes on?" An Yang hugged Song Nai horizontally, "Your feet are dirty, let me wash them for you."

Song Le wanted to follow, but Mr. Ji's order sounded in his ear, and he leaned out of the window again, but the disappeared man still didn't appear.

"Humph."

He has already classified An Yang as a bad person. This person's badness is a kind of badness that is easy to confuse people. Unlike Mr. Ji, although he always has a serious and cold face, making people afraid at a glance, he feels like a bad person, but In fact, I will make him some soft and sweet pastries, teach him to read and write, and buy him a lot of toys.

And even though this brother An is smiling, he always dominates his brother, and he definitely wants to rob him of his brother!

Song Le crossed her hips angrily, holding the biscuit and sulked for a while.

After a while, Mr. Ji's words rang in his ears. He slipped out of the kitchen and caught a glimpse of what was going on in the bathroom. His brother was sitting on a small bench, obediently lifting his feet for the scoundrel to wash like a child. There was heating in the room. He was only wearing An Yang's hooded sweater, which covered the heels of his legs loosely, and most of his thin legs were exposed to the air. With his hands hanging down, he looked forward, looking weird, like he was out of his body like.

Song Le didn't go in to make trouble, and hid obediently by the balcony locker. Mr. Ji only ordered him to do one thing, that is, to squat quietly in the place he designated, and take something to protect his head.

As soon as he found a wooden bench and put it upside down on his head, he heard the cold electronic sound of "di, di, di—" from the counter. The child put his ears on the wall curiously, trying to find the source of the sound. A muffled sound passed quickly, and the bulletproof glass cracked like a net, and a hand wearing an armed glove reached in, tearing the glass open a narrow gap like tearing adhesive tape.

"Song Le."

Hearing the soft call, Song Le gently put down the bench and opened the curtains.

"I am here."

Song Le stepped on the small bench and climbed up the narrow window sill, followed the call to go around to the back of the locker, a hard-skinned cut-off appeared in sight, he knew this brother, he seemed to be called taro paste or taro ball.

Brother Yuni gave him a thumbs up to encourage him, Song Le tried to climb over, but was blocked by the security window.

Jiang Shaoyuan bent the iron fence with hydraulic clamps, Song Le got out, was caught firmly, and was immediately sent to a safe car.

With a few pieces of broken glass stuck in his knees, Jiang Shaoyuan hugged the strong little friend into his arms, and carefully pinched it out with tweezers.

"Where is Mr. Ji?"

Jiang Shaoyuan said, "Go save your brother."

Song Le desperately shifted the pain, staring at this strange face and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm……"

Yu Yuan, who was anxiously waiting in the co-pilot, answered casually, "He's an idiot."

Jiang Shaoyuan smiled softly, peeled off a piece of candy for the child, stuffed it into his mouth, and whispered in his ear, "I'm Brother Yu Yuan's boyfriend."

This volume is not too loud, but it can still be heard clearly in the car, Yu Yuan sneered forcefully, lit a cigarette, and did not refute.

But the harmonious atmosphere was broken in just three seconds. Jiang Shao originally snatched his cigarettes, and said righteously, "Smoking is harmful to your health."

"do not bother me."

"There are children."

Yu Yuan glanced at Song Le in the rearview mirror, clicked his tongue impatiently, then extinguished the cigarette, and threw the cigarette butt out of the window and into the puddle.