MTL - The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman-Chapter 19 An eyesore

Just when Qiao Yun was a little overwhelmed, the waiter outside brought in dinner in good time.

Nanjun filled a bowl of soup like a dog and handed it to Qiao Yun, and served him vegetables himself, so that Qiao Yun didn't know how to put his hands and feet.

It stands to reason that the two of them grew up together since they were young, and they were much closer than others, but after going through the previous experience, Qiao Yun no longer dared to regard herself as her person, and the relationship between the two slowed down. Slow alienation.

Now Nan Jun suddenly changed his temper, which made Qiao Yun both puzzled and worried, fearing that his heart that was riddled with holes would be hurt again, and then he would be hopeless.

"Your body is already weak, and you fell ill during the confinement period. You need to take good care of it on weekdays."

Every time Nan Jun grabbed Qiao Yun's hand, he would secretly diagnose his pulse, and fortunately, he mixed the medicine into his meals every day and fed him slowly.

Although Nan Jun ordered his servants to make ginseng soup for Qiao Yun every day, he didn't dare to put too many tonics in that soup. People who are deficient and can't be nourished have to nourish it slowly.

Qiao Yun's hand holding the chopsticks paused, doubts flashed in his eyes, and then he continued to pick up the dishes.

How did Nan Jun know that he caught cold during confinement?

"Are the two nannies that the butler found agreeable?"

Nan Jun took a peek at the direction of the inner room, and was very envious of this child's cuteness.

Xu knows that his father is not easy, Nan Nianyun seldom cries and sleeps when he is free, and Qiao Yun can also take a good rest.

"they are very good."

Qiao Yun is still used to taking care of the children himself, but he is only sixteen years old, where are those experienced nanny who know much?

With their help, Qiao Yun did feel a lot easier.

"That's good. You can also take the opportunity to go out for a walk on weekdays. The garden is beautiful, and there are many beautiful flowers in the backyard. I think you will like it."

Qiao Yun has been familiar with poetry and books since he was a child, and he is also a man who likes romance. It was only after being heartbroken by Nan Jun that he became taciturn.

Qiao Yun nodded, finished the small bowl of soup in front of him, and put down his chopsticks.

Unhappily, Nan Jun put another piece of fish meat that had been picked out into the small plate in front of Qiao Yun, and said to Qiao Yun, "Eat more..."

The tone was unquestionable, so Qiao Yun had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks and eat the fish in front of him.

So, Nan Jun, who was aggressive, kept adding vegetables to Qiao Yun, and Qiao Yun stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

It wasn't until Nan Jun stretched his chopsticks towards the plate of red plums and pearls that Qiao Yun waved his hands and said, "I really can't eat any more."

Thinking that he did eat a lot today, Nan Jun didn't insist anymore, and after putting down his chopsticks, he dragged Qiao Yun to the garden to digest food.

Following Nan Jun, Qiao Yun suddenly had a feeling as if it was the next day. The side face of the man under the moonlight was very beautiful. It was such a person who had lived in his heart for many years.

Looking secretly at the hand that was tightly held by her, Qiao Yun actually wanted to keep walking like this, even if she lied to him, he was willing.

Will this kind of tenderness disappear?

Nan Jun, who was full at the side, didn't know Qiao Yun's worries about gains and losses, but just pulled him forward without stopping, and the two of them felt the beauty of the moon-full west building together.

Standing in front of an epiphyllum, Qiao Yun suddenly stopped.

"We met for a while before the flowers and under the moon, bitterness and hatred hinder calmness. What's more, the drunken dream is broken, the flowers wither and the moon is hazy. The flowers are endless, and the moon is endless. Two hearts are the same. At this time, I wish to be like a thousand threads of willows, and the spring breeze will be stumbled."

For some reason, this poem suddenly appeared in my mind, and I couldn't help murmuring.

Nan Jun's heart skipped a beat, and he held the little man's hand tighter.

He wanted to say that his love for him was like a short-lived epiphyllum, beautiful but short-lived, but what he wanted was a lifetime of companionship?

"In the depths of the mandarin mandarin tent, there are double strings of one heart. In the shadow of red candles, sandalwood musks are fragrant and seal characters. Throwing fruit is romantic, the talent of banishing immortals, and a good wife is enviable. , to the flowers before the moon and under the moon, with heavy gates and deep courtyards."

Nan Jun took off the cloak on his body, wrapped it around the little man under the night wind, and followed him for a while.

"Sister Jun can also recite such poems?"

A strange color flashed in Qiao Yun's eyes, Nan Jun didn't like these Wu Nong's soft-spoken poems the most, and when he could match a few sentences.

"If Yun'er likes it, I will sing it to you every day. If you enter my lovesickness door, you will know that lovesickness is hard for me; if you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and then you will hurt lovesickness; if you don't see each other for a day, you will miss it like crazy..."

Nan Jun was about to take this opportunity to tell his heart again, but the little man who was blushing with shame turned his head away and dared not listen any more.

"Don't...don't say it..."

Shame to death!

Perhaps the moonlight was too beautiful and seductive, or perhaps Nanjun was too gentle and affectionate. At this time, Qiao Yun had already been moved by her sour love poems so that her eyes turned red and her heart warmed up.

"Okay, Yun'er won't let me say it, so I won't say it."

Nan Jun chuckled lightly, his face full of contentment.

No wonder those men in the previous life liked to flirt with young ladies so much. It turns out that a shy lady is also a rare beauty!

"Sister Jun seems to be different from the past..."

Qiao Yun muttered something in a low voice, but Nan Jun, who was complacent there, didn't hear clearly.

With just a few lines of poetry, the ambiguity between the two became much stronger.

Nan Jun couldn't help being secretly proud, he only hoped to win the beautiful woman's heart earlier, and spend the rest of his life with him until he grows old together.

"Yun'er, you sit here, I'll push."

The swing in the garden was covered with thick cushions, Nan Jun pulled Qiao Yun over and insisted on pushing the swing for him.

Qiao Yun couldn't hold her back, so she sat up with a blushing face, and tightly grasped the ropes on both sides with both hands.

"Sit down, I'm going to push!"

"Um."

In the silent night, bursts of laughter came from the back garden of Nanyuan. This is the purest sound.

"Sister Jun, rest!"

Unable to bear her continuing to push the swing, Qiao Yun hurriedly grabbed Nan Jun's sleeve and whispered.

Nan Jun smiled and held down the swing that was still shaking slightly, and supported Qiao Yun to jump off.

His hands were covered with sweat due to too much exertion, Nan Jun casually took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped it.

When Qiao Yun, who was still full of joy, saw the handkerchief in Nan Jun's hand, his smile froze on his face, and his hand holding her sleeve slowly let go.

Even though the moonlight was not very bright, he could clearly see the word "Dream" embroidered on the corner of the veil.

"Dream"?

The fragrance on the veil was extremely strong, it was clearly given to her by a good friend.

Since you pretend to be someone else in your heart, why do you want to provoke him?

He's already far away from her life!

Qiao Yun didn't know how ugly his face was at this time, but he could feel the pain like a knife in his heart.

Obviously she was still talking touching love words to him just now, but now she is using the veils given by other men again.

Nanjun, Nanjun, what do you think of Yun'er?