MTL - The Soft and Sticky Spirit In Master Yu’s Eyes is a Full-scale Boss-Chapter 18 The little soft bag that is thrown into the arms to hug

Jiu Ci raised her head blankly and met Yu Huaizhi's deep eyes.

He smiled softly, "Cibao, this is Bai Qi, you can call him A Qi."

"Hello, Aqi." The little girl greeted with a bright smile.

The person introduced by your husband is your own person.

"Cough, hello." Bai Qi's throat was slightly itchy, and the younger siblings couldn't shout.

Only blame the other party for having too young teeth.

Although I knew from a young age that this younger brother is not a good person, I never thought he was such a beast.

After saying hello, Bai Qi turned around and wanted to leave, but he turned around and looked at Yu Huaizhi's face meaningfully, "You, go wash your face."

Don't swagger around with a watermark on your face.

Yu Huaizhi heard the words, raised his eyebrows meaningfully and looked at the culprit, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Shaking her little feet and tilting her head to look at the tall and straight figure that was leaving, Jiu Ci pursed her lips and blinked, her bright eyes flashing slightly.

How could she see a layer of gray black air covering him?

Something familiar.

Eyes drooping slightly, and the fingers that Jiu Ci held inadvertently rubbed the back of her hand.

A husband with flowers at the end of his eyes seems to look better.

The attitude of Yu Huai, who successfully made the little girl withdraw her gaze, was lazy, and the corners of Xie Ren's mouth raised a small arc.

With the coquettish Manzhu Shahua, it suddenly becomes evil and charming, which is amazing.

In the evening, the two of them ate the nourishing chicken soup that Zhang Bo carefully cooked for an afternoon.

Jiu Ci's face was shiny after eating, and her big eyes were full of admiration for Zhang Bo's cooking skills.

"Do you want another bowl, young lady?" Uncle Zhang looked at the empty bowl in front of Jiu Ci with a kind smile.

"Yes." Jiu Ci nodded and answered crisply, her eyes sparkling.

The corners of Uncle Zhang's mouth could not be restrained from rising, and his long-silent fatherly heart was awakened again.

I am so blessed to have a well-behaved and lovely daughter.

Yu Huaizhi, who had only drank a bowl of soup, put down the porcelain bowl in his hand, put one hand on the table, supported his chin, and stared at Jiu Ci, the little hamster.

The little girl has only food in her eyes, and her cheeks are bulging like a hamster.

The eyes were deep, and she glanced at the soup at the corner of her mouth.

Jiu Ci chewed the contents of her mouth carefully, stopped obediently and let the other party wipe it.

Black eyes moved down, looking at the empty bowl in front of the man, "Husband won't you eat?"

"En." Yu Huaizhi's Adam's apple rolled, and he casually retracted his hand.

She must get closer to her husband so that he can get rid of the torture of black gas as soon as possible.

So, Yu Huaizhi, who had only a normal appetite, saw the little girl chewing the food in her mouth hard, staring at him firmly.

The corners of Yu Huaizhi's brows were raised slightly while holding his lower jaw and looking at Jiuci's gaze with interest.

The little girl seems to be thinking again.

Evening.

Xiangxiang's small soft bag hugged her kawaii pillow and pushed open the door next door.

It's so late, where did the husband go without sleeping?

Jiu Ci, who went out looking for the sound and came to the door of the study, quietly pushed open a slit and put his furry head in.

Sure enough, I saw Yu Huaizhi wearing home clothes and sitting in front of the computer to work. He looked serious at work.

The soft shattered hair on the forehead fell at random, and she wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses to cover her deep and sharp eyes, adding a bit of a bookish temperament, laziness and abstinence. Unforgettable charm.

Jiu Ci was stunned by accident.

Sensing that someone was approaching, Yu Huaizhi turned his head slightly to the side of his eyes hidden under the lens, and saw the soft and sluggish appearance of the little milk bag, and pursed the corner of his mouth, "Is there anything you want to do with me? "

Jiu Ci regained her senses, shook her head and nodded again, her long hair loosely scattered beside her cheeks, she asked softly, "Husband still not sleeping?"

Yu Huaizhi raised his eyes and glanced at the clock on the table, it was already ten o'clock, "There is one more point, I'll go to sleep when I'm done."

"You go to bed first." Don't forget to tell the little girl to go to bed on time.

The little soft bag at the door stared at him for a long time and pondered, and finally turned and ran away.

The corner of Yu Huaizhi's mouth with a smile, withdrew his gaze indifferently, and continued the work in his hand.

Two minutes later, there was a sound of "da-da-da" footsteps outside the door.

The little girl who just ran away ran back with her short legs.

Under Yu Huaizhi's doubtful gaze, Jiu Ci crawled into his arms neatly, with her two short white legs sitting on his lap apart on either side of him.

After adjusting the position, Jiu Ci hugged the man's well-defined waist with both hands, and nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, you can work."

Yu Huaizhi, who suddenly fell into her arms, was still a little stunned, looking down at the little soft bag who took the initiative to embrace, "What is Cibao doing?"

Jiu Ci, whose cheeks were against his chest, raised her small face with a serious expression.

"Husband must be close to me on weekdays, it will be good for your body."

Although the effect of holding it is not large, but if it is held for a long time, it is still effective.

Mainly because the kiss is too tired.

The little soft bag that kissed me last time was tired.

She should hug him more when her husband is not in pain.

The corners of Yu Huaizhi's eyes twitched slightly by Jiu Ci's delusions.

"Husband, go to work, I won't disturb you."

In order not to block Yu Huaizhi's arm movements, Jiu Ci tightened her arms and moved her body forward a little bit closer to his body.

The little one was inserted into the man's arms without any sense of disobedience.

Other repressed emotions were all blocked behind the lens.

No amount of excitement and impetuousness finally turned into an untraceable sigh.

Did the little girl misestimate her influence on him?

Looking at the piles of information, Yu Huaizhi reluctantly continued to work while holding the sticky little soft bun.

Jiu Ci swayed her little feet and rubbed contentedly in Yu Huaizhi's arms, her eyes fell on the tightly entangled black qi.

The black gas is too strong, and the black is purple.

Jiu Ci frowned and pursed her lips in displeasure.