The Soft and Sticky Spirit In Master Yu’s Eyes is a Full-scale Boss

     Jiu Ci, who hung up the phone on the other side, carried a small backpack and a suitcase, and walked slowly behind the large army.

    It was their teaching assistant who came out to greet them. Jiu Ci and Fu Jinnian had never met each other, but Mo Yu and the others knew each other very well. They brought them to the homestay to put things and gave them work permits.

    Although the homestay is not big, it is better than the clean environment.

    You cannot enter without a work permit.

    I took a few people to the scene after I got a work permit.

    The entrance is a flat ground, so a mouth was blasted on the flat ground to become the entrance.

    The outside looks very simple, but the inside is unexpectedly delicate. It looks old, but it can be seen that the owner of the tomb is a sophisticated person, and the decorative buildings inside are very personal.

     Jiu Ci frowned at the unique style, why is this style familiar?

    The teaching assistant led them all the way inside, and there were many staff coming and going around.

    "Although this tomb is not big, it is still of great reference value. Don't touch or touch it when you get there, see and learn more."

    "Yes."

    "I have a question, whose tomb is this?" Zhou Wentao rubbed his hands excitedly and asked curiously.

    "The preliminary determination is that the tomb of the opposite-sex prince in the first year of Chaoyang is the tomb of the king of the north." The teaching assistant answered.

    "The King of the North? That God of War Lord?" Mo Yu and the others looked at each other in surprise.

    The assistant led them all the way to the innermost, a slightly larger secret room, probably the main tomb.

    It is strange that there is no coffin inside.

    There are also four people inside doing cleanup work.

    "Professor Han, Professor Lin." The assistant shouted softly as he approached the person inside who was obsessed with cleaning up.

    The voice caught the attention of the two professors, and the other two looked up.

     Jiu Ci's curious gaze met Sheng Chu, who raised her head, and both of them were a little surprised.

    Professor Lin glanced up and continued to immerse himself in the cultural relics. Another middle-aged man, who was more serious and indifferent than Professor Lin, swept the six people with sharp eyes.

    "Stand aside and watch how we deal with it, see and learn more by yourself."

    Ignore them without saying anything, squat down and continue to focus on the work at hand.

    Since Mo Yu stood up straight and spread out, each found his own observation position, and began to take out a pen and paper to start recording.

     Jiu Ci, who didn't know that he had to take a pen and paper, was empty-handed.

    My eyes couldn't help falling on Sheng Chu, looking at the purple gold aura on her body, I couldn't help but envy.

    "The two are our seniors, Xiao Ziyan and Sheng Chu. They don't show up very often, and I haven't seen them a few times."

    Mo Yu came to his side a few times and quietly pointed to Sheng Chu and another teenager and introduced.

     Jiu Ci looked away and looked at the last person present, all black clothes were covered with dust, and she looked focused and earnestly doing the work at hand.

    The temperament is somewhat similar to Han Yu, but it seems to be colder.

    The space returned to silence, only the sound of brushes and breathing remained. Everyone was focused on doing what they were doing. Only Jiu Ci blinked and looked around, and her little eyebrows were tangled. a group.

    Those who are immersed in literature cannot see the passage of time, the day goes by so quickly, sometimes professors will ask them to help them with tools or something, but most of the time they still stand by and watch the study .

    So it's relatively easy.

    I went back to the room at night and reserved a double room. Mo Yu was afraid that Jiu Ci would not be used to it, so she offered to live in the same room with her, and Zhang Jing lived next door and in the same room as Sheng Chu.

    Mo Yu lay on the bed and didn't want to move, her legs were sore after standing for a long time, but she couldn't sit for a while because of the presence of the professor.

    "Cici, aren't you tired?" Mo Yu tilted her head to look at Jiuci.

    "I'm not tired." Jiu Ci's eyes were full of energy and there was a light.

    Envy Mo Yu shed tears, young is good.

    When Jiu Ci washed out, Mo Yu slowly got up and went into the bathroom.

    When I was still considering whether to call my husband, the phone lit up, and my eyes lit up when I saw the caller ID above.

     "Crooked."

    "Ci Bao." Yu Huaizhi called softly while standing on the balcony with his mobile phone in the cold wind.

    "Husband." Jiu Ci rolled over happily on the bed holding the phone.

    "Are you tired today?" Hearing the sound of rolling over there, Yu Huaizhi's gloomy mood became a little brighter.

    "It's not tiring, it's quite interesting."

    "Is there anything that doesn't fit?"

    "No, I'm fine."

    "I'm not very well."

    Listening to the little girl's heartless laughter, Yu Huaizhi whispered, almost impossible to check.

    "Huh? What did your husband just say?" Jiu Ci didn't understand.

    "I'll let you wait." Yu Huaizhi hung up the phone after he finished speaking, and then the video came over.

     Jiu Ci connected to the video, and what caught her eye was that delicate and restrained face, which seemed to look better under the light.

     Jiu Ci looked at the handsome man in the video dumbfoundedly, and the handsome man was also looking at her.

    Yu Huaizhi covered the greed in his eyes and stared at the little girl in the video without blinking. The little girl probably just got out of the shower, and her face was red and soft. Want to take a bite.

    Yu Huaizhi's eyes from top to bottom suddenly stopped, he looked away from the screen, and reminded in a hoarse voice, "Cibao, mention your clothes."

    No one noticed that the tip of the ear hidden under the ink hair had turned red, and the expression was a little unnatural.

     Jiu Ci looked down at the pajamas she was wearing casually, because the collar button was a little low, she didn't pay attention to show a little spring, and obediently pulled the collar, covering half of the collarbone.

    "Okay."

    Only then did Yu Huaizhi put his gaze back, watching the girl's soft and cute sleepy eyes darken, "Cibao lives alone?"

    "Two people, with Sister Mo." Ci Baobao is very honest.

    Yu Huaizhi looked at the looming white eyes on the little girl's collarbone, and curved his brows and coaxed softly, "It's cold, Cibao wears another coat."

    "But I'm going to bed in a while." Jiu Ci felt that this was a bit unnecessary, and she wasn't cold.

     "Take it off when you sleep, be good." Yu Huaizhi continued to coax without giving up.

    The big devil gradually got lost in the gentle and charming voice of the other party, and obediently put on a coat and hid the snow white under the clothes.

    When Mo Yu came out of the bath, she saw a small soft bag on the bed next door, and she was wearing a coat.

    "Are you cold? Turn on the air conditioner if it's cold." Mo Yu thought she was cold, so she was about to adjust the temperature.

    "It's not cold." Jiu Ci shook her head to indicate no need.

    "Then why are you wearing a coat?" Mo Yu was surprised and puzzled, what kind of big man operation is this?

    "The husband said, hide it." Jiu Ci said it very seriously.

    Mo Yu was extremely speechless, pointed to herself and emphasized, "I, female."

    Women are defensive, what kind of perverted possessiveness.

    And then? Jiu Ci blinked.

    Mo Yu was so irritated that he lay on the bed like a dead fish.

    The thought of standing for another week makes my life dark.

     Jiu Ci looked at Mo Yu who was not moving with salted fish, got out of bed and rummaged in her suitcase, took out a spray for her, "This spray is useful."

    Xianyu Mo turned his head and stared at the bottle in front of him. The white bottle looked very good, but there was no packaging or manufacturer, only a series of numbers.