(MTL)The soft and sticky spirit in Master Yu's eyes is a full-scale boss

Chapter 69

Chapter 69 Let You Not Sleep With Me, Are You Sick?

    The next day, Jiu Ci woke up in a daze, and subconsciously hugged him beside him, but he was empty.

    Not only was there no one around, but it was also cold.

    Jiu Ci woke up suddenly, sat up and looked around with sleepy eyes.

    Ah, yes.

    I made my husband angry yesterday and let her sleep by herself.

    Jiu Ci got out of bed with a pout and half-squinted her eyes, washed and dressed, and went downstairs with messy hair.

    Seeing the man eating gracefully at the dining table, his confused eyes lit up slightly and he ran over quickly.

    "Morning husband." The

    other party just glanced at her lightly, still looking lukewarm.

    The other party's icy ignoring his attitude made Jiu Ci finally burst out, sitting on his seat and eating breakfast.

    With wide eyes wide open, he stared fiercely at the man who was drinking coffee slowly.

    The big devil also has a temper.

    If it's not good to coax, then it's okay to fight.

    The angry big devil secretly poked and planned how to beat people while gobbling down.

    Yu Huaizhi's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the coffee in his hand was slowly put down.

    Seeing the grain of rice sticking to the corner of the other's mouth, he subconsciously pulled a tissue to wipe it for her.

    How can the big devil with temper let him touch it?

    Jiu Ci grabbed the tissue from the opponent's hand, wiped it on his own mouth, and turned his head arrogantly to stop looking at him.

    Yu Huaizhi looked at the little soft bag who was righteous and tempered even though he had done something wrong, and laughed in anger.

    Move the seat back, get up gracefully, come to sit on the sofa, and rest lazily on the sofa.

    Jiu Ci looked at him quietly while eating, touched the contents in his pocket, pursed his lips and swallowed slowly.

    He took out a stack of money in his pocket and handed it to him, his voice soft and squeamish, "Here, pocket money."

    Yu Huaizhi, who had only slept for a few hours last night with his eyes closed, opened his eyelids and looked at the little girl's hand. Paper money, his eyes looked at her indifferently.

    Reaching out and taking it in his arms, he continued to close his eyes and rest.

    Jiu Ci looked at the person who took the money and didn't respond, her face wrinkled into a bun.

    Are you so angry that you can't even coax money? Or too little money?

    But she only has so much.

    The dejected little girl returned to her seat and continued to eat, staring at each other with resentful eyes while eating.

    Still a good fight.

    Just when Jiu Ci was thinking about whether to beat him with his bare hands or beat the bricks, a slight cough sounded.

    He stared blankly at the source of the sound.