The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman Chapter 107

After being in a good mood by Nan'an, Qiao Yun just felt bored.

This Nanjun is really too much, no matter what, he shouldn't forget that today is the day when he returns home!

All right!

Qiao Yun admitted that Nan'an's sowing dissension had achieved some results, and he did start to complain about Nan'an in his heart.

However, complaining is nothing but complaining. No one can change the fact that Nan Jun is the person Qiao Yun cares about the most.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Nan An was about to turn around and leave when the sound of horseshoes came from the opposite side.

Hearing the sound, Qiao Yun also opened the car window and looked out. When he saw the person coming, his displeased eyes immediately became happy.

"I have seen the third princess."

An Feng and An Yu jumped off their horses, saluted Nan An first, and then knelt on one knee beside Qiao Yun's carriage.

"The subordinate is late, please punish the king."

Shuang'er was startled when she saw the person coming, but Qiao Yun pursed her lips with a smile.

"It's not too late, get up!"

No need to think about it, the only person in the palace who can order the dark wind and dark rain is Nan Jun. Now, although Nan Jun didn't come in person, he sent his cronies to come here with a few cars of return ceremony. Qiao Yun felt very flattered.

The smile on Qiao Yun's face seemed to be mocking Nan'an, she only heard a soft snort, got into the carriage and left, Qiao Yun returned to her home happily.

Shuang'er sat across from Qiao Yun, looked at his happy face, and said hesitantly: "Young master, look at me... the eighth princess is also very kind to you."

Qiao Yun nodded lightly, expressing agreement with Shuang'er's words.

"Naturally, Sister Jun has always treated me very well."

Shuang'er couldn't see through the joy on Qiao Yun's face. Since the Eighth Prince's daughter treated the young master well, why did the young master empathize with her?

At this time, Shuang'er believed that Qiao Yun was pretending to be someone else, and couldn't help but worry about Nan Jun.

Shuang'er thought, he had to kill the matter before it happened, so as not to harm the young master in the future.

She sneaked a few more glances at Qiao Yun, Shuang'er stopped talking several times, and finally the carriage stopped at the gate of Qiao Yun.

General Qiao and Qiao Zhengjun had been waiting at the door with the people in the house early in the morning. When they saw the long string of carriages with red silk hanging and carrying gifts, General Qiao finally let go of his heart.

Nan Jun has been declaring that she is not in good health and has never been to court, so she did not come to Qiao's mansion today and General Qiao didn't say much.

Accompanied by An Feng and An Yu, and returning so many gifts, it is enough to see how much the Eighth Prince's daughter loves her son.

Qiao Zhengjun held Qiao Yun's hand and refused to let go. Even though the father and son had a lot to say, the first thing Qiao Yun did when he returned home was to visit Mrs. Qiao.

Hearing that Qiao Yun returned home today, Mrs. Qiao looked much better.

It was rumored outside that the Eighth Prince was abandoned by his wife-in-law on his wedding night, and he stayed alone all night. Of course, this news cannot be hidden from Qiao's residence.

It's just that Qiao Yun has always been smart, he only comforted Qiao Zhengjun on the grounds that Nan Jun was unwell and couldn't have **** for the time being.

Just looking at today's incident, Qiao Zhengjun also felt that the rumors outside were not true. If Qiao Yun was really unfavorable, how could the Eighth Prince send her cronies to send these things over?

What fool would be so generous to someone he doesn't care about?

"Yun'er! Although the Eighth Prince's daughter is not in good health yet, you have to hold on tight. Dad heard that even the children of the family live in the palace!"

Qiao Zhengjun took Qiao Yun's hand and said worriedly, if someone else preempted her and gave birth to a little daughter, then Qiao Yun's position as Zhengjun would be in jeopardy. He appreciates it.

Qiao Yun chuckled lightly, not paying attention.

Lian Qing?

He didn't pay attention to that person at all.

"You always laugh, this woman's body is not something they can decide on their own, but if any man uses some tricks, that woman will not rush forward desperately?"

Qiao Zhengjun was so anxious that a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, but Qiao Yun still didn't take it seriously.

"Father, just rest assured, sister Yun agreed to me, and she will only marry Yun'er, and will not touch anyone else."

Qiao Yun lowered her eyes shyly, and told Qiao Zhengjun what Nan Jun said last night.

Qiao Zhengjun was taken aback for a moment, then held Qiao Yun's hand tightly, and said earnestly, "Yun'er, my silly son, do you always keep your promise as a woman? She likes you today, so she will say many nice things. Here to coax you, when I meet the man next to me tomorrow, I'm afraid she will say these words again."

Qiao Zhengjun felt more and more that his son was too innocent, how could he be a palace lord with such a temper?

Qiao Yun held Qiao Zhengjun's hand back, pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

"Daddy, mother once promised you to be a couple for the rest of your life, didn't you just do it?"

Qiao Zhengjun's ears turned red, and he gave Qiao Yun a coquettish look.

"That's your mother, but how many women in this world can be like your mother?"

"Dad, don't worry, as long as mother can do it, sister Yi can do it too."

For some reason, Qiao Yun believed in Nan Jun very much, especially after having a deep chat with her last night, he believed her words even more.

Even Qiao Yun sometimes thinks that Nanju is more humane than before, and if he can't remember the past, maybe it's not bad.

At the very least, there is no hatred in Nan Jun's eyes now, only her favorite Yun'er.

Qiao's mansion is a house of etiquette, although Qiao Yun felt extremely reluctant, he returned to the Eight Princes' mansion before dark.

That night, Nan Jun was still sitting by the window and waiting, but the person she was thinking of was not there.

Because at this time Qiao Yun was tossing and turning on the bed, thinking about what Qiao Zhengjun said before leaving.

It is a good thing to let go appropriately, but if you let go too much, it will not be easy for this person to come back.

Now Qiao Yun is playing hard to catch Nan Jun, but if someone gets in the way and makes the matter out of his control, it will be bad.

After thinking for a long time, Qiao Yun decided that he should close the net slowly.

From his point of view, the current Nan Jun is not very smart, and even a little foolish, if he is fooled away, the loss outweighs the gain.

After Qiao Yun made his decision, he woke up early the next day.

"Ah... why do you get up so early today, young master?"

Shuang'er yawned while helping Qiao Yun change and wash.

"I'll go to the back garden to practice Zijian, you can go to sleep later!"

Qiao Yun, who was dressed in white, danced his sword in the back garden full of morning dew. His moves were sharp and his steps were vigorous. If someone who knew martial arts saw him, he would definitely praise him as a practitioner.

Nan Jun, who had just entered the back garden with the sword, saw the whiteness among the flowers at a glance, and the black hair fluttering in the engine room. Taking advantage of that serious little face, Nan Jun was stunned.

With a light tap on his toes, Nan Jun flew directly in front of that white body, and made gestures with him.

Chapter end

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