MTL - The Soft and Sticky Spirit In Master Yu’s Eyes is a Full-scale Boss-Chapter 294 Extra: You are a dragon with treasure

Day after day, year after year.

Jiuyuan, who kept saying that he was coming back soon, never came back.

Three years have passed, and the fleshy little milk bun has also changed from Xiaolongbao to Huaguduo at the age of six, and the teenager in the wheelchair is also more handsome.

The leg disease did not seem to have any effect on him, and he in the wheelchair added a bit of coldness and nobility that was not stained by mud.

Suddenly, there was only the sound of pages turning and the wind blowing in the air.

Suddenly, the fingers that were turning the pages of the book slowly stopped, and the young man who was concentrating on reading slowly raised his head and shouted softly, "Ci Ci."

The little **** behind the big tree froze, and walked over like a caught kitten.

"Husband~" Jiu Ci stood in front of Yu Huai obediently, with a bright smile on her dirty face.

Yu Huaizhi put away the book in his hand and looked up and down at the little milk bag that was dirty like a small cat, very helpless.

The eyes fell on the soft back of the little milk bag, and the eyebrows were slightly dark.

There are a few scratches on it, which are particularly conspicuous on the white, soft and delicate skin.

Pinching her little hand and gently rubbing it, a bit of anger was hidden on her warm and cold face, "A fight again?"

"No, I unilaterally abused them, okay?" The little devil straightened his back proudly and looked triumphant.

"Are you very proud?" Yu Huaizhi squeezed his little hand with a bit of forbearance, and his deep black eyes stared at the fleshy face of the little breast.

Jiu Ci knew at a glance that the other party was angry, her momentum weakened instantly, and she lowered her head to admit her mistake, "I was wrong."

Yu Huaizhi looked at the little milk bag who quickly admitted her mistake and then at her injured hand, suddenly angry and helpless.

Hold the dirty little cat on her lap, and let the attendant push the wheelchair into the house, took the wound medicine and slowly cleaned her wound and applied medicine.

The atmosphere is a little dull.

Jiu Ci tilted her head and thought for a while, then leaned forward and kissed Yu Huaizhi's beautiful face, softly reassuring, "Husband is not angry~"

The other party's earlobes were red but remained calm, and continued to apply the medicine silently.

Jiu Ci frowned sadly, sat on Yu Huaizhi's lap, and rubbed softly against his chest.

"Will your husband not be angry?"

I can't stand the soft and coquettish boy with a little tits, his cheeks are red, and he asks her seriously, "Why are you fighting again this time? Tanghulu was robbed by someone else. ?"

Jiu Ci shook her head, blinking her big round cat pupils and shaking her small head.

"Why?" Yu Huaizhi sighed helplessly.

When she grows up, the little milk bag always fights with people for some reason.

It was fine before, two or three times a month, but it has become more frequent for some reason recently.

Jiu Ci pursed her lips and did not speak, she lowered her head and did not dare to look at each other.

"Can't you tell your husband?" Yu Huaizhi asked in a warm voice.

In recent years, he has also gotten used to the little milk bag calling him husband.

He also pampered her as his little wife and gave her the best.

Jiu Ci was silent, frowning tangled and looking at the boy who was staring at her silently and tenderly.

"They laughed at my husband's leg problems and said that my husband was a jerk. I was angry and beat them up."

Yu Huaizhi couldn't help but be stunned.

It took him a long time to accept the fact that he couldn't walk, and he also hated himself as a waste.

Suddenly the little girl looked at him with disgust.

Jiu Ci looked at the boy with an uneasy look and trembling eyes, tilted his head for a moment and then frowned.

He stretched out his little hand to hold the delicate and beautiful face, and the soft little face said solemnly, "Why should I hate them?"

"No matter what they are, they are all part of the husband. I like everything about the husband very much. It's too late to be happy. How can I hate it."

That smile fell unscrupulously like the warm sun in the dark part of his heart, warm and numb.

"Daddy said that there is no perfect person in the world, there are gains and losses."

"Although my husband can't walk, but you have kindness. Daddy said that kindness is a precious treasure."

"That's why my husband is not a small waste, he is obviously a dragon with treasure."

The little milk bag, who was talking in a good manner, also made a fierce expression of a dragon roaring.

"Puchi" a chuckle sounded.

Yu Huaizhi's dull mood was successfully amused by the eloquent and preaching little milk bag, and he poked the other side's soft baby fat with a smile on his face.

"How can anyone compare their husband to a dragon?"

"Because it's fiercer, no one dares to bully." Jiu Ci explained seriously.

As if such a teenager would really not be bullied.

The handsome and handsome young man leaned over to kiss the soft face of the little nipple, and whispered in a low voice, "Okay, the dragon will take his life to protect his treasure."

The dragon who swore to protect the treasure finally lost his treasure, and he could not find it even if he subverted the world.