Blood Race Little Milk Bag: I became a group pet by punching in

Chapter 13 Maid Sister A Jing
Xiaotuanzi's career in picking up bottles was not smooth, the area of ​​this private villa was too clean to find any bottles, except for natural nourishment like fallen leaves, there was not even a single bit of rubbish to be found.

049 expressed strong condemnation, these sanitation personnel are really too much, they don't leave any rubbish for them, this is to drive them to a dead end.

Although the bottle was not found yesterday, Xiaotuanzi picked up a one-yuan coin buried in the soil, which may have been left by someone accidentally.

[Zai Zai, it's time to wake up, and I'm leaving for Hengying High School. 】

"Hmm." Xiaotuanzi babbled, stretched out his hand to rub his sleepy eyes, barely opened them, turned over and wanted to continue sleeping.

Remembering what Uncle System said, she lay down for a few more minutes before slowly getting up.

It was really too difficult for Lingluo to get up, she would feel sleepy if she didn't sleep for 10 hours a day, and she would also feel sleepy if she didn't sleep for more than 10 hours.

Don't trouble your uncle.

Xiaotuanzi climbed down from the sofa skillfully. She has been sleeping here these days. It feels softer than lying in a black box.

"Uncle, I'm going to ask Sister Ah Jing for a baby bottle."

Lingluo muttered in a low voice, and ran out of the corridor by herself. Uncle said that sister Ah Jing was usually cleaning at this time.

The maid, Ah Jing, is color-blind. All colorful things are black and white in her eyes. She has a staid temper and doesn't like to talk. She always cleans the room for the young masters and ladies honestly and patiently, even though they haven't come back for a long time.

Da da da.

Light footsteps came from behind, Ah Jing paused for cleaning, then turned around slowly, and a milk dumpling trotted over.

A trace of surprise flashed across her dull eyes, usually at this time Lingluo was mostly immersed in sleep, but today she suddenly woke up so early for some reason.

Ah Jing didn't speak, and she didn't know what to say. She couldn't remember how long she hadn't spoken in the ordinary life day after day.

Master Bai Xiao Shen is always elusive, and it is normal not to see anyone in the villa for ten days and half a month, until now the two of them have not spoken a word for a whole ten years, relying on Shen He to arrange everything.

Occasionally when they meet in the villa, she will silently stop her movements, quickly lower her head, bow her body slightly, and wait for Bai Xiao to leave quietly.

The master doesn't like making noise, so Ah Jing can only express her respect in this way.

"Sister Ah Jing, Wo... Wo wants to drink grandma."

Xiaotuanzi lied inexperiencedly, and all she got was Ah Jing's indifferent gaze. She was only quietly relieved when the other party put down the mop and left the spot.

Sister Ah Jing never talks to herself, but every time she speaks, the other party always listens carefully and patiently.

Lingluo always had a quick mind, and she knew that sister A Jing might not be able to speak, so she still grieved for her for a while in her heart.

But a few days ago, when the uncle of the system was watching the video, he told her that there is a kind of people in this world called disabled people, who are physically disabled and strong-willed, and they are worthy of respect. Looking at them tenderly is enough.

Because unnecessary emotions are a burden to others.

Be good and don't cause trouble for others.

Every time Ling Luo sees sister A Jing, her eyes are always sparkling, she thinks sister A Jing is really amazing.

The huge villa is only cleaned by sister Ah Jing, and she does everything quickly and perfectly every day.

Xiaotuanzi waited quietly for a while, and not long after, she saw sister Ah Jing coming over with a small feeding bottle in her hand.

"Thank you, sister Ah Jing, I'm going out for a stroll at noon."

Lingluo thanked softly, took the feeding bottle excitedly, waved her small hand towards the other party, and ran away without a trace.

Ah Jing withdrew her gaze and continued to be busy with her cleaning work. The faint milky fragrance on the tip of her nose seemed to have not faded.

after an hour.

A certain little dumpling stood listlessly at the bus stop, panting with its waist stuck.

The chairs at the bus station were too high for her to climb on, and the floor was dirty, and she would stain her clothes if she sat on it.

After waiting for a few minutes, a 218 bus came on the road.

[Zai Zai remember to wave your hands, otherwise you are too short and the driver uncle can't see you. 】

"Okay, Cheche, stay here!" Lingluo waved towards the bus.

Xiaotuanzi is wearing yellow suspenders today, with an orange cat pattern printed in the middle of the clothes, and delicate little tugs tied on the left and right sides of her head. Sister Ah Jing helped her get this outfit before going out, and gave her a small yellow satchel. Just enough to hold a small bottle.

Before going out, 049 exchanged points for colored contact lenses, covering Zai Zai's ruby ​​eyes, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

When the bus stopped firmly in front of the station, Lingluo quickly ran up on her short legs, the coin-operated cash box was too high for her to reach.

At this time, it was nearly 9 o'clock, and the office workers had already arrived at the company.

The inside of the bus was extremely deserted, the seats were empty, and there was no one there.

"Uncle driver, I'm sorry, the nest is too short, can you cast it for me."

Lingluo danced for a while without success, so she could only ask the driver uncle for help.

The driver was a middle-aged uncle, and when he saw this milky dumpling, he couldn't help but think of the brat at home who got into trouble all day long, and secretly resented why he didn't have a caring little milk dumpling at home.

"Okay, Uncle will vote for you, we'll be driving in a while, please hold the handle."

"Well, thank you uncle."

Xiaotuanzi glanced at the high seat behind him, but couldn't climb up at all, so he could only sit near the cash box, holding the bright yellow armrests with both hands, with a serious expression on his face.

The middle-aged tough guy driver is instantly cute. He is the old car god of Qiu Mingshan. Occasionally, he likes to have a passion and speed. His 'praise'.

Unfortunately, I ran into a milk dumpling today. It doesn’t matter if it’s principled or not. The main reason is that the milk dumpling is more fragrant.

The bus will run according to the established track route as usual.

After a long tunnel, they gradually approached the city center, and there were no people at the first few stops.

At about 9:15, the driver stopped the car at the Berlin station. The young man wearing earphones deftly stuffed his mobile phone into his pocket and glanced at the driver with a cautious expression, as if he was facing a matter of life and death.

"Xiao Wang, are you here again?"

The driver greeted them familiarly, with obvious ridicule on his face, it was obvious that the two were old acquaintances.

"Uncle Zhao, I advise you to be kind."

The young man named Xiao Wang was not confused by the kind smile of the middle-aged man. After inserting the coin, he quickly walked to the rear of the car, assuming he was ready for battle.

Because of the lack of sight, and because he was guarding against Lao Zhao's doggy just now, he didn't notice the existence of the little milk ball.

But what was unexpected was that the bus drove very steadily along the way, as if it was driven by a different person.

The driver called Uncle Zhao curled his lips helplessly, alas, it's a pity that a small milk group came today, otherwise we must let this kid experience the joy of Qiu Mingshan's car god.

(End of this chapter)