MTL - The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman-Chapter 15 Sister and wife

"It's just me, why so many meals?"

Qiao Yun frowned in displeasure. He grew up in a family, and although Nan Fu never treated him harshly, he was never a person who liked extravagance.

Especially the few months spent outside without food, Qiao Yun has an indescribable sense of cherishment for food.

"Your Highness ordered, slaves dare not disobey."

The waiter lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye, but Qiao Yun had no way to refute what he said.

These servants, how dare they make decisions for their masters? This must be Nan Jun's request!

"That's all! You go down first, I will do it myself."

Qiao Yun was never used to having someone serve him meals, so that Nan Jun, who grew up with him, also developed the habit of serving his own food.

For this reason, Qiao Yun's life after marriage is much better than that of other people's newlyweds. Even if Nan Min didn't like him, he never set rules for him at the dinner table.

Although Shangguan Xi was born in the royal family, he can be regarded as a bold person. If Nan Jun didn't ask for it, he would never make things difficult for Qiao Yun.

It was only because of Nan Jun's coma that Shangguan Xi drove Qiao Yun away.

Speaking of which, Qiao Yun had no complaints against Shangguan Xi in his heart, on the contrary, he was a little more grateful.

When Qiao's family was convicted, Shangguan Xinian saved Qiao Yun's life for his father's sake, and took him into Nanfu, treating him like his own son.

If it wasn't for the gossip and rumors in Beijing, and Nan Jun's coma that made Shangguan Xi unable to breathe, how could Shangguan Xi be willing to send him away?

Even if he drove Qiao Yun out, Shangguan Xi also gave him all the children. If it was an ordinary father-in-law, who would be willing to give away his eldest grandson?

Including the Gao sisters' help to him, if these were not for Shangguan Xi's connivance, and relying on the secret guards left by Pingnan King to Shangguan Xi, how could Gao Lin and Gao Lang live well?

Qiao Yun is not a fool, Shangguan Xi couldn't bear him to endure those gossips, and he was afraid that Nan Jun would leave him as an orphan and widower to be blamed by others, so driving him out of the house was the best way.

Therefore, even if Shangguan Xi really made an engagement for Nan Jun, Qiao Yun would only think that he had no fate with Nan Jun, but he dared to blame others at all.

Now he and her are only separated by a wall, but they are two worlds.

Qiao Yun couldn't imagine whether he would be sad on the day that the woman who said she would treat him forever would be sad when she married someone else, but he knew that his only destination was the child in the house.

The waiter stepped back obediently, Qiao Yun picked up the pair of silver chopsticks, and suddenly lost his appetite.

Suddenly, the scene of my father waiting for my mother to return to the house when I was young appeared before my eyes. I was always hungry when I was young, but my father always gave him a piece of snack, and then stubbornly waited for my mother to return to the house before he would eat.

I have to say that maybe my mother is not a good official, but she is definitely a good wife.

In this generation of aristocratic women with three husbands and four attendants, Qiao Yun's mother has only one prince and two concubines. She is definitely the only good woman in Beijing except King Pingnan.

Qiao Yun only drank a small bowl of white fungus and lily porridge, used up the dish in front of him, and called someone to remove the table.

As the sky was getting dark, the servant came in to light the lamp, and Qiao Yun casually flipped through a book.

I haven't picked up these books for a long time, but now I feel warm when I smell the fragrance of ink.

After reading the book, he forgot the time, so that Qiao Yun didn't even know when the man was standing at the door in white.

But when he found Nan Jun, Nan Jun brought a small bag of candied fruit and put it in front of him with a smile.

Nan Jun is not a person who can please boys, but he still tries hard to learn to be nice to him, just want to help him forget those unbearable things as soon as possible, and accept the current self.

"It's dark at night, so don't read books, lest you hurt your eyes."

Nan Jun took out Qiao Yun's book and pushed the candied fruit in his hand forward.

"Your Highness... why are you here?"

Qiao Yun was calculating the time in his heart, but he never expected that she would come again.

Looking at that person, Qiao Yun's eyes lit up.

Just telling myself over and over again, don't get too deep, so as not to be hurt again.

But people's eyes can't deceive people, Nan Jun saw his joy in his eyes, and he was also happy in his heart.

"Yun'er, I've said it many times, don't call me Your Highness. If you don't want to call me Sister Yun, can you call me Wife Master?"

Nan Jun said cheekily, as if he didn't see the blush on Qiao Yun's face, just waiting for him to nod.

In the end, Qiao Yun couldn't hold back Nan Jun, but he couldn't call out the word "wife master" anymore. Nan Jun might not know it, but he really knew that he was no longer his husband, so how could he have the right to call him wife master?

"Sister Yu..."

As soon as the familiar name came out, Qiao Yun lowered his eyes, not wanting her to see the moisture in his eyes.

"good…"

Nan Jun rubbed Qiao Yun's furry head in satisfaction as if coaxing a child.

"Dinner is ready? Is it to your liking?"

It's always easy for people to push their feet, and Nan Jun is no exception. After Qiao Yun called "Sister Jun", she went to him again.

Qiao Yun nodded, and said seriously: "Yun'er alone has limited food, so Sister Yun should not let the servants prepare so much food, it will be wasted."

Seeing that Qiao Yun was willing to talk to him, Nan Jun was in a good mood, and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"You have the final say on these small matters. It's just that you are not in good health, so you need to nourish yourself. You must drink the ginseng soup on time every day. Each meal should not be less than three dishes..."

Qiao Yun looked at the nagging Nan Jun in front of him who looked like a father, and felt very strange, but warm at the same time.

Qiao Yun nodded in a strange way, and Nan Jun smiled and stood up.

"Is Nianyun asleep? I'll go and see..."

Nan Jun entered the inner room lightly, opened the curtain and moved to Nan Nianyun's side, first kissed that sleeping little face, and then quietly retreated out.

"Yun'er, I have wronged you these days, Nianyun...you took good care of her."

The dark night will always give people inexplicable courage, just like now, Nanjun's big pig's trotters are clasped in the hands of other young men.

Qiao Yun pursed his lips and shook his head. If he hadn't been thinking about his being abandoned, he really wanted to throw himself into Nan Jun's arms and cry.

He is not afraid of suffering, but he is afraid of wronging his son.

In the past few months on West Street, Qiao Yun never dared to sleep, for fear that the small wooden door would not be able to block the villains outside.

Even if the Nan family doesn't recognize him, Qiao Yun has never thought of remarrying a second wife. If his innocent body is gone, he doesn't know if he still has the courage to protect his son when he grows up.

There was always a pair of scissors under Qiao Yun's pillow, and there was his determination that he would rather break the jade than smash it.

No matter how messy Nanjun was, with her, Qiao Yun never had to worry about others. After all, she was the wife he believed in in his heart, right?