milk addicts

"Really." Ji Shen raised his eyebrows, his eyes were still calm, "Then I'll wait."

The man walked by, and the heavy wooden door was slammed shut. Song Nai heaved a sigh of relief, rubbed his chest that was pinched so painfully, and his face turned red belatedly.

Fortunately, I passed the milk in the morning, otherwise Mr. Ji would squeeze out the milk with such force just now... Squeeze the milk...

Song Naihou bit her lip in fear, bit off the raised dry skin, and a few drops of blood came out.

It would be miserable if found out.

"elder brother……"

The skirt was pulled down, Song Nai bowed his head, the child's eye sockets seemed to be painted with red crayon, and a bean-sized transparent liquid rolled down.

"Brother is fine, Lele don't cry."

"My brother's mouth is bleeding, and the villain snake is bullying my brother."

"No, my brother accidentally bit his mouth. Don't call Mr. Ji'bad guy', Mr. Ji is a good man."

"He feeds us and shelters us. Without him, we would have lived and slept like before, so we respect and respect Mr. Ji."

Having said so much, I don't know if Xiao Lele understands half of it.

The child sniffed and stuck to his legs like a bug. Song Nai squatted down and hugged him for a while. Xiao Lele was very coaxed and stopped crying immediately.

It's just that the little faces are still wrinkled and crowded together, like a bitter melon.Song Nai picked him up and went downstairs, stuffed the little cake he baked into his little hand, and told him to sit on the little stool to eat, while he continued to do the unfinished cleaning.

"Lele, is it delicious?"

Song Nai went downstairs with the bucket in his hand, and asked a casual question.

The egg-flavored soft cake stuffed his mouth full, Song Le smiled broadly, and replied vaguely and loudly, "Okay, delicious."

Song Nai stuffed one in his mouth, immediately opened his eyes wide, and raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

While chewing, he tore off the paper and wrapped it around the wound on his finger where the glass had scratched it.

The upstairs and downstairs have been cleaned. Song Nai wiped off the sweat on his forehead, thought for a while, picked up a few small cakes and put them in a delicate ceramic plate, heated another glass of milk, and carried it upstairs.

The small cake baked according to the recipe on the mobile phone was successful in one go.

Finally, it's a good sign, let's give Mr. Ji a taste.

"Mr. Ji, can I come in?"

Knocking on the door, Song Nai stood anxiously. While waiting, he suddenly realized that his behavior was a bit redundant.

A city person like Mr. Ji has never eaten anything, so how could he be so rare about this cheap little cake.

At this time, a deep and magnetic voice came through the door, "Come in."

It was dark, and the room was lit with a light night light. Ji Shen had just finished bathing, his wet hair was hanging casually, his bare upper body was covered with just the right thin muscles, and a towel was draped over his broad and powerful shoulders , the undried water drops along the gully of the abdominal muscles and slipped into the bath towel surrounding the narrow waist.

Ji Shen raised his light golden eyes that were slightly lazy with water mist, and walked towards the little nanny standing at the door step by step.

A hand passed through his neck, and the little nanny trembled in fright, but that hand only gently closed the door behind him, blocking the steady flow of cold air.

Maintaining the posture of supporting the wall, Ji Shen picked up a piece of pastry from the plate on the babysitter's chest, looked it over, smiled contemptuously, and put it back intact. He drank his glass up.

The Adam's apple slid up and down due to the movement of swallowing, and Song Nai's eyes were glued to it. The man's body exuded strong male hormones that could not be ignored, and the arm holding the plate was aroused with goose bumps.

"Don't cook it next time, put ice cubes at room temperature."

Ji Shen drinks milk as frequently as water, and must drink a glass of iced milk every night before going to bed.

The empty glass was put back on the plate with a snap, and Song Nai stared at the man who was wiping his hair as he walked to the bathroom, and whispered, "We're going to have dinner later, it's not good to drink ice..."

Ji Shen paused, then turned back and sarcastically said, "You are a doctor and I am a doctor?"

Looking back at the untouched little cake on the plate, Song Nai couldn't hide his disappointment, "I'm sorry, I was talking too much."

In the past few days, Mr. Ji has no interest in all the things he cooks. Song Nai found out that the man's cooking skills are much better than his when he saw the dishes served by the man after cooking.

In the mirror, a handsome and cold man was drying his hair with a hair dryer. After a light and heavy limp sound, a short head also entered the corner of the mirror.

"Mr. Ji, let me blow your hair for you."

The man didn't even roll his eyes, and lightly opened his thin lips, "These methods of pleasing me are the compensation methods you came up with?"

"No," Song Nai who was misunderstood was a little sad, "I appreciate you giving me this good job, but I haven't done anything these days, I..."

Although there is no heavy work, the body is relaxed, but the heart becomes heavy.

Born in society prematurely, and having seen too many things, Song Nai knows that there is no free lunch in the world, and the current unequal labor exchange makes him feel uneasy.

Although poor, he also has dignity.

He doesn't want to be treated like a parasite again and again... At least he has to do something for Mr. Ji to repay him.

"Mr. Ji..."

"I do not need."

"Then do you have anything else that I can help you with?" Song Nai's eyes lit up, "You must be very tired seeing patients in the hospital, I used to work in a blind massage shop for a while, I can help you Squeeze your shoulders and beat your back, massage to relax..."

"Go eat by yourself," Ji Shen frowned, interrupting the little nanny's self-promotion with a ridiculous country accent, "I don't like any physical contact, I hope you will keep this in mind."

"...Okay, I see, Mr. Ji."

Song Nai shut his mouth, and walked away dejectedly and lamely.

Ji Shen raised his palm and smelled it. The sweet milky fragrance in his palm had been washed away by water. After the little nanny left, the milky smell lingering in the air made him frown.

No, it's not the smell of body wash.