MTL - The Soft and Sticky Spirit In Master Yu’s Eyes is a Full-scale Boss-Chapter 96 Nightmare, Lord Yu's tenderness

It didn't help much, Jiu Ci seemed to have fallen into some abyss and was struggling all the time, her brows furrowed.

Yu Huaizhi looked at the little girl who was constantly struggling and scared, her thin red lips pursed slightly, she looked up at the person who stopped speaking at the computer, and ended the meeting coldly, " that's it."

Then just closed the video, leaving the others looking at each other.

After closing the meeting, Yu Huaiyi stood up with the little girl in his hand, walked slowly around the study, and patted the back of the person who was caught in the nightmare with one hand.

The delicate eyebrows and eyes are slightly frowned. When he was a child, he saw his mother coaxing his younger brother like this, and he didn't know if it was useful.

Slowly coaxed for a few laps, the little girl with her hands clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white, raised her head and rubbed gently, whispering, "Daddy."

Yu Huaizhi clapped his hands for a while, his eyes deepened, and he stared at the person who was in a nightmare around his neck.

"Don't be afraid, you have me."

For a long time, a gentle and warm voice sounded in my ears, soothing Jiu Ci's sadness.

When the trembling person in his arms quieted down, Yu Huaizhi slowly returned to the bedroom to put the person down, sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her sleeping face quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

It was another school day, and I spent a few days in the hospital.

After taking a careful look at the little girl's usual expression, Yu Huaizhi slowly sent her to school.

After separating from her husband, Jiu Ci turned around and lowered her mouth, looking lonely.

"Two two, I dreamed of my father." Jiu Ci said softly.

Jiu Ci walked slowly forward with her head lowered, her eyes slightly lost.

Daddy died, to save her.

She has been dependent on her father since she was a child, and he taught all her knowledge of the world. Although he is sometimes unreliable, in her eyes he is the best person.

After all, she doesn't have many contacts.

As a result, a few months later, she came back injured and picked her up.

Huh? Foster care at a friend's house?

Jiu Ci suddenly stopped, her eyes slightly opened with a hint of surprise.

Has she ever lived in someone else's house?

Why doesn't she remember?

Whose house did she go to?

Frowning and tangled, Jiu Ci's mind suddenly flashed a cold and thin figure.

Who is that?

"Be kind, be kind."

Jiu Ci suddenly came back to her senses, looking at the big face in front of her, her pupils focused and blinked, "Sister Mo."

"I told you not to call me back for a long time, what are you thinking?" Mo Yu asked curiously with wide eyes.

"No." Jiu Ci lowered her eyes and shook her head gently.

A cub was injured and looked distressed.

Jiu Ci shook her head obediently.

Jiu Ci held the milk tea in silence for a while, then turned around and was about to leave, but was grabbed by the quick-witted Mo Yu, who persuaded her hard-heartedly.

"Honey, let's not compare, even if I swipe your card, Senior Han, I won't win you."

"Let's go back to class." Mo Yu was really scared, the little girl's concept of returning gifts was really deeply ingrained.

Mo Yu dragged Jiu Ci to the classroom, she didn't want to experience the fun of swiping cards for the time being.

When I arrived at the door of the classroom, I suddenly remembered that it was you who turned around and said to Jiu Ci, "By the way, the professor is back, and there should be normal classes after that."

"Last week's independent hands-on class made me very tired." Mo Yu, who was finally able to take a cultural class, couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Mo Yu took her to the classroom next door to the culture class. The two entered the classroom one after the other. Mo Yu went directly to Han Yu and sat down, holding the milk tea and drinking it.

Han Yu looked at the milk tea in her hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, "What about mine?"

Didn't you say go buy him water? Why did she come back with milk tea by herself.

Mo Yu bit the straw and pointed at Jiuci cute, smiling brightly.

Han Yu: "…"

Jiu Ci sat down and didn't put down her bag when she felt the sparkling eyes beside her, she put the small backpack and pursed her lips, turned her head and answered seriously, "I'm fine."

Fu Jinnian, who didn't ask anything, was stunned and nodded, "That's good."

The class bell rang, and the professor of the Department of Archaeology walked in with a thick book, a serious and old-fashioned ruler with a ruler in his hand.

Exudes an invisible coercion.

Jiu Ci was not afraid, but she suddenly remembered when her eyes touched the books in the other's hands and the books that others had placed on the table.

"Two two, I didn't bring the book." Jiu Ci said softly.

"Ah? What should I do then?" Erbi asked worriedly, shaking his head.

“…”

The help for Er Er was unsuccessful, Jiu Ci decided to save herself, her soft white hand stretched out into the table compartment while no one was paying attention, and her fingertips turned spiritually.

When she took it out again, she took out a book.

Uncle Zhang, who was cleaning the room for Jiu Ci as usual at home, only felt a gust of wind blowing in the house, and there was a tumbling sound, but when he looked back, he didn't see anything unusual.

Erbi saw the book that Jiuci blatantly took out and the cat's tail exploded, "Host, where did your book come from?"

"I got it at home." Jiu Ci said calmly and naturally.

Excuse me, what should I do if my host takes things from the air?

Ignoring Fianmao's suspicion of Maosheng's second stroke, Jiu Ci opened the book and began to listen to the class carefully.

Because there are few people, the professor speaks very fast, and almost all the people below are listening carefully to the lectures, except for Jiu Ci, who sits well and does not move.

Such a standout naturally caught the professor's attention.

Professor Lin with a serious expression raised his head to look at Jiu Ci, who was sitting upright, his thick lenses glowing with cold light, "You."

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and saw Jiu Ci, their hearts froze.

Professor Lin usually has a good temper, but he hates people who are not serious in his class, that is quite violent.

Jiu Ci raised her eyebrows in doubt, "Me?"

"Yes, it's you, stand up." Professor Lin frowned and said displeasedly.

Jiu Ci stood up obediently.

The little one looked at Professor Lin and frowned a little, expressing doubt, "Are you a student of our department?"

"Professor Lin, her name is Jiuci, she is a freshman." Mo Yu explained.

"Why is she so small, forget it, tell me what I just said." Professor Lin glanced at him with disgust and said faintly.

A pair of sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and an invisible coercion struck.