milk addicts

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ji."

Song Nai panicked and grabbed a clean rag, trying to wipe off the white stain on the lower right corner of the oil painting, but the surface of the cloth had been completely infiltrated by the disinfectant, and it was impossible to restore the beautiful colors no matter what.

In just two weeks, Ji Shen has heard "I'm sorry" countless times.

Breaking down the clothes dryer and feeding to his carefully raised butterfly carp.Coming home from get off work in an overcrowded hospital every day, I was exhausted physically and mentally, and had to clean up the mess.

Ji Shen loosened his tie irritably, and said coldly, "Do you know the market value of this painting? It's enough for you to work here for 30 years."

Song Nai's heart stopped suddenly, he knew that Mr. Ji would not talk nonsense, the astronomical number as high as seven digits made his eyes dark, and the blood flowing at a high speed made a thumping noise in the ear canal.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ji, I really didn't mean to."

The man looked at him without saying a word, his eyes mocking.

"...I will try my best to compensate you for the damaged painting."

Originally, he just wiped the painting according to Mr. Ji Ji's instructions, but the frame was too heavy. He wiped the glass on two floors, and his arms, which were so swollen to the extreme, couldn't hold it up. One mistake, the frame fell to pieces. The cloth also fell into the bucket containing the disinfectant, and the wet corner quickly produced a chemical reaction, and the color faded away.

"What do you pay for? What else can you do besides making trouble."

Ji Shen grabbed the little nanny's thin wrist, took back the oil painting, looked at the damaged corner, and clenched his back molars.

Although this oil painting is not the most expensive, it is just an imitation of Monet's water lilies, but it is Ji Shen's favorite, and he will inevitably be angry.

The little nanny staggered and was dragged a few steps forward by him, almost crying out of fright.

Two thin eyebrows twisted, round eyes turned redr than a rabbit, as ridiculous as his crookedly cut cherry tomatoes.

The body got close, and the alluring milky scent penetrated into the flaring nostrils again, Ji Shen was in a trance for a moment, and became even angrier after waking up, the anger in his eyes condensed into bitter ice.

"I told you not to use milk-flavored shower gel, don't you understand?"

"I, I don't."

He now uses lavender-scented soap to take a bath...Suddenly, ice milk piled up in the refrigerator appeared in front of him.

Song Nai shrank his chest, and subconsciously pressed the skirt of his clothes.

...Maybe Mr. Ji is particularly sensitive to the smell of milk.

Ji Shen slowly narrowed his golden brown eyes.

A few days ago, a piece of expensive pine smoke emblem ink disappeared from the study room. At this moment, the sneaky look of the little nanny made him suspicious, and he said coldly, "What is hidden in the clothes, give it to me."

No matter what kind of things in the house are damaged, it is worthless to Ji Shen.

Song Nai only knew that Mr. Ji was a doctor and had such a beautiful house in the villa area in the city center, but he didn't know that if there hadn't been that accident, people like Ji Shen would be a class that he, a country boy, would never come into contact with.

Ji Shen's grandfather was a financial tycoon who made his fortune in the early 90s of last century, and a local dragon on the Sino-Russian border.Her mother grew up with a golden spoon in her mouth. This mixed-race beauty married Ji Longcheng, who is now an official-level cadre in the Southwest Military Region. The two families have joined forces, and they have all the power and money in their palms.

Ji Shen graduated from the Third Military Medical University with a bachelor's degree and a master's degree for seven years. Now he is a doctor in a tertiary hospital. In fact, the salary of a doctor is not as good as what he earns in a day as an investment banker.

Even if Ji Shen doesn't take this little money seriously, Song Nai's corrupt behavior of stealing must be absolutely stopped.

Song Nai panicked, worried that something was wrong, so he took a few steps back at a loss, clutching his chest tightly, "I, I didn't hide anything."

Ji Shen only treated him as a child, and didn't have too many taboos. His eyes turned cold, and he rushed over, using the troop's grappling hand to defeat the enemy.

"what--"

A loud scream sounded like an alarm, shattering the silence of the corridor.

Different from the expected hardness of Huimo, Ji Shen's hand is soft, more memorable than freshly baked hot bread.

For a moment of daze, the little nanny frantically broke free from the sharp eagle claw.

But where can he escape? This is the nest of birds of prey. The little hare can only lean against the wall and tremble, hoping that he will not be preyed by the sensitive and sharp eagles and become a full meal for the other party.

Ji Shen looked at his palm, and the uncertain emotion of hesitation rarely flashed in his eyes.

Twilight cast obliquely at his feet, the thick golden color bloomed, and the thin figure became even smaller.

At this moment, Song Lele heard her brother's almost broken scream, and rushed out of the room to block Song Nai, fluttering her wings like a little chicken, raised her flushed face and bravely faced Song Nai. The man shouted, "Bad snake, don't bully Brother Tutu!"

As soon as Song Nai heard the nickname, cold sweat immediately dripped down, and he hurriedly covered the child's mouth, "Lele, shh, don't talk nonsense."

Ji Shen wiped back the hair that drooped down his eyebrows, restored his indifferent expression, and watched the drama of brotherly love with cold eyes.

"elder brother……"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ji. I know you must be tired of hearing my sorry, and I don't want to be so clumsy to make you unhappy."

Song Nai pursed her lips, stared at the man seriously and said, "Please don't drive us away, I will work hard to make money to compensate you for the broken things."