MTL - The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman-Chapter 9 I have already eaten

Could it be... different seats for men and women?

But they even gave birth to children!

Or... he wants to serve her dinner?

But there is only such a bowl of rice porridge, and there is no need to spend a lot of time serving it!

"I... I ate."

Seeing Nan Jun's question, Mu Lian hurriedly dodged her gaze, for fear that she would see that she was uncomfortable.

Although Nan Jun had doubts in his heart, he didn't ask any more questions, and sat down directly to pick up the bowl.

To say that she is quite knowledgeable, but she has never had such a "poor" breakfast, only the bowl of steaming sweet potato porridge, not even a piece of pickles to go with the meal.

Nan Jun is not picky when it comes to food, and this love porridge is made by the man he likes, so it will warm his stomach after eating it.

Swallowing the last mouthful of porridge, Nan Jun was reluctant to put down his chopsticks, and Mu Lian, who was standing aside and kept pulling her fingers, hurried forward to clean up the bowls and chopsticks.

Before the child woke up, and Nan Jun didn't mention to leave, Mu Lian went out of the main room with the bowl and chopsticks in her arms.

The leaving figure was too thin, Nan Jun couldn't help frowning again.

Even those celebrities who don’t eat oil and salt every day in order to maintain their figure can’t lose weight like this!

Taking a worried look at the child in the bed, Nan Jun couldn't help being curious after all, and secretly followed him out.

She absolutely did not believe that this man, who was familiar with poetry and books and was raised as a female monarch since childhood, would eat before his wife.

However, no matter what, Nan Jun couldn't think of why he would deceive himself.

It wasn't until the thin figure squatting in the corner secretly drinking water came into view that Nan Jun's eyes turned red with distress.

Mu Lian carried the bowl and chopsticks into the kitchen, scooped out a scoop of hot water from the pot and poured it into a bowl, rinsed off the rice grains on the side of the bowl, and then drank gulps while holding the bowl.

Gently wiping away the water stains from the corner of her mouth, Mu Lian slowly stood up, but the dizziness in front of her eyes almost made him fall to the ground.

This dizziness has been with him for more than two months. He just thought that he didn't raise well during the confinement period, and he will be fine in a few days. I don't want this feeling to become more serious now.

With a pair of big warm hands supporting the little man's thin body, Mu Lian said inwardly, seeing how embarrassed she is, she might hate him even more!

It's fine to hate yourself, just don't get Nianyun involved.

Even if the Nan family doesn't recognize him as Nan Jun's husband, Nian Yun is really Nan Jun's eldest son!

That body fell into Nan Jun's arms, and Nan Jun picked him up without much effort.

This light feeling made Nan Jun more determined to take him away. Even if Shangguan Xi couldn't accept their father and son for the time being, she couldn't keep them here anymore.

Presumably, as the daughter of Nanjun Pingnan Palace, she has a lot of private property under her name, and she can always spare a yard for them.

The darkness before Mu Lian's eyes gradually dissipated, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the man's tight jaw and tightly furrowed brows.

Mu Lian's face turned pale, and her already nervous heart started to tug again, he must have made her tired of being so embarrassed!

What a proud person she is!

And how can you like a man who drinks the dishwashing water?

Nan Jun put Mulian beside the bed, took the cloak beside him and covered him, the movements of his hands were extremely gentle, but the expression on his face was not very good-looking.

Mu Lian didn't care about being afraid, but just stared at her nervously, not knowing what she was going to do.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded outside the door.

Mulian was startled, and then remembered that the clothes that Uncle Zhang sent yesterday hadn't been washed yet, and she was struggling to get off to the ground.

Nan Jun gave him a displeased look, and Mu Lian shrank back in fright.

"You sit in the house, I'll go and have a look."

Nan Jun pressed Mu Lian's shoulder, threatening with his eyes.

Mulian nodded pitifully, not daring to refute.

Mr. Zhang's family waited outside the courtyard for a long time but did not see Mu Lian coming out. He was afraid that something happened to their father and son, so he knocked on the door impatiently.

It wasn't until he saw a handsome woman in Chinese clothes walking out of the yard that Mr. Zhang's husband withdrew his hand embarrassingly. Could it be that he disturbed Mu Lian's good business?

It's no wonder that Mrs. Zhang thought so, with Nan Jun's appearance and demeanor, no one would regard her as a disciple girl.

But, the young gentleman seems to be a respectful person, how could he have **** with a woman? Is it for the children?

Thinking of the child who was only a few months old, Zhang Jiafulang's disdain was replaced by distress.

They are all fathers, not to mention selling themselves for their children, so what if they lose their lives?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhang's sympathy for Mu Lian grew even more.

The door opened, but Mrs. Zhang did not dare to step forward, but stood outside and asked, "You...you are?"

"Who are you?"

Nan Jun looked at the man in front of him. Although he was dressed in civilian clothes and couldn't tell his exact age, he could see his concern for Qiao Yun from his eyes.

Mrs. Zhang hurriedly explained: "I am Mulian's neighbor, and I came to Mulian to get the clothes I washed yesterday."

For some reason, Zhang's husband felt that his scalp was numb from the woman's gaze.

"Laundry?"

It was only then that Nan Jun realized that the unwashed clothes in the yard were brought by this Uncle Zhang, and Qiao Yun usually made a living by washing clothes for others.

"Yes... yes! It's not easy for a man in Mulian to take care of a child, and he makes a living by washing clothes on weekdays!"

Speaking of Mulian, Zhang's husband couldn't help but want to scold his wife who abandoned her husband and son. Such a good husband doesn't want such a good husband, isn't it because Mulian gave birth to a brother in her first birth!

"Come in first!"

Knowing that Zhang's husband Lang had a life-saving kindness to Qiao Yun and the child, Nan Jun's attitude towards him was much better, which attracted him into the yard.

Seeing that there were half of the unwashed clothes in the yard, Mrs. Zhang couldn't help feeling worried.

If I missed giving clothes to others, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of this job in the future, so how will Mulian and the child live in the future?

Thinking of the woman in front of him, Fulang Zhang couldn't help but want to ask a few more questions, so a kind child like Mulian would not be deceived again.

"I don't know who the lady is?"

Zhang Jiafu asked cautiously, for fear of offending Nan Jun.

"I am Yun'er's wife."

Nan Jun replied without changing his expression.

"Yun'er?"

Mrs. Zhang's family didn't understand who this Yun'er was.

"Yun'er is the Mulian in your mouth."

While talking, the two arrived at the door of the house, and Mu Lian couldn't sit still any longer, and sneaked out.

Seeing Mr. Zhang's husband, Mulian rushed to meet him.

"Uncle Zhang, you are here, come in quickly."

Mu Lian took Zhang Bo's hand and entered the room, deliberately lowering her voice so as not to wake her son up.

"I was feeling a little uncomfortable yesterday, and there are still some clothes left unwashed. But don't worry, I'll wash them right away. The sun is good today, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the afternoon."