The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman Chapter 132

Nan Jun patted Qiao Yun's hands naturally, and she didn't realize what she had done until the backs of those white hands were covered with dirt.

Withdrew his hand embarrassingly, a crack appeared on Nan Jun's indifferent expression, this first meeting left such an impression on the little husband, I don't know if he will let her touch him in the future!

"Then come back quickly..."

Qiao Yun slowly let go of Nan Jun's arm, not displeased because she got her hands dirty.

He believed her, for some reason, he believed everything she said.

"Lend me the handkerchief."

Nan Jun opened his mouth suddenly, Qiao Yun directly took out a snow-white handkerchief from his arms and stuffed it into Nan Jun's hand without asking.

Nan Jun stared blankly at the handkerchief in his hand that was dirty by himself, turned around and disappeared into the ruined temple.

Qiao Yun was sitting beside the fire with her small body in her arms, her little face was flushed red from being roasted, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

After a while, Nan Jun rushed back with a packed chicken in his hand, and the wet handkerchief was still tightly held in that hand.

Seeing someone coming, Qiao Yun's eyes lit up, he hurriedly stood up, and let go of the heart he had been carrying all along.

Nan Jun's hands that had been washed by the river seemed to be out of tune with the dirt on her body, and she saw that she was holding the handkerchief that Qiao Yun asked for just now in her open palm.

"Wipe your hands first!"

Nan Jun handed the handkerchief he had just washed to Qiao Yun, then pulled a thicker branch, threaded the chicken in his hand and put it on the fire.

For some reason, holding the cold handkerchief, Qiao Yun felt hot in his heart. Some unexplainable things were about to come out of his heart, which made him a little at a loss. That feeling was too strange. up.

Nan Jun was carefully turning over the chicken in his hand, his tightly pursed lips were slightly upturned, showing the master's good mood.

"I... My name is Qiao Yun, how about you?"

Qiao Yun approached Nan Jun with a blushing face, and asked boldly.

This was the first time he had voluntarily told a woman his name. His father and wife had taught him not to reveal his name and age to a woman at will, but for some reason, he just wanted to tell her and hear her call him by his name.

Nan Jun's subordinates paused, and a look of joy flashed in their eyes. Thinking of his current status, he could barely swallow the words that came to his lips.

"Young Master Qiao, just call me Ji."

Nan Jun really wanted to call him Yun'er again, and hear him sweetly call her Sister Yun, but his identity at this time should not be revealed to the outside world. If he missed a major event, it would be even far away that they would want to be together again in the future.

"Gulls and herons under the clear sand, and Lan Quan are born in seclusion." Qiao Yun looked at Nanjun with a small face.

Nan Jun nodded lightly, and said with a smile: "The reflection is clear, and green moss grows in the condensed shade."

Qiao Yun read the name silently, wanted to ask her surname, but stopped.

She is athletic and eloquent, so she must not be a simple beggar. Since she doesn't want to tell her by her full name today, it's not easy for him to ask again.

It's just that he doesn't know her name, and there are so many people, how will he find her in the future.

looking for her? Qiao Yun tightly clenched the veil in his hand, how could he have such an idea?

Taking a peek at the woman who was seriously roasting chicken, Qiao Yun pursed her lips, grabbed the handkerchief in her hand and said: "Sister, you saved Yun'er's life, and you are Yun'er's benefactor. Call me Yun'er, my father and mother call me like this..."

"It's just a matter of raising your hands, Mr. Qiao doesn't need to worry about it."

Nan Jun has already called him "Yun'er" countless times in his heart, but now is not the time, and they will have many years to call him slowly in the future.

The long eyelashes drooped, and the little man flattened his mouth in disappointment. I don't know if it was because of her alienation, or because she never looked at him from the beginning to the end.

Pulling out a lotus leaf from nowhere, Nan Jun put the roasted chicken on it, and held it in front of Qiao Yun with both hands.

"Eat it, be careful it's hot."

Gently tore off a chicken wing and handed it to Qiao Yun, Qiao Yun was startled, did she know that she likes to eat chicken wings?

After taking a small bite, although it was not as fragrant as the cook in the house, it was extremely delicious, a taste that Qiao Yun had never tasted before, and the hungry little guy took another big bite.

"Eat slowly, these are all yours."

"My sister also eats, Yun'er can't finish a whole chicken."

Qiao Yun only thought that it was not easy for her to beg for food on weekdays. Seeing that she was so thin, she must be hungry all the time. Thinking of this, Qiao Yun hurriedly put down the chicken wings in his hand, pulled a chicken leg and stuffed it into Nan Jun's hands.

Nan Jun looked at the chicken leg in his hand, then raised his head to look at the little man, the light in his eyes made her heart move.

Although the two of them didn't speak much, they didn't seem lonely that night.

Afraid that Qiao Yun would be cold at night, Nan Jun stayed up all night, kept adding firewood to the fire, fearing that the little man huddled beside the fire would be frozen.

Before dawn, Nan Jun had to wake up the man who was sleeping soundly with his mouth open.

The beggars outside would wake up one after another after dawn, Nan Jun didn't want them to see Qiao Yun, besides, Nan Jun didn't want people outside to see Qiao Yun returning home early in the morning, the reputation of a man's family is very important.

Gently leaning into the little man's ear, Nan Jun called softly: "Yun'er, wake up, wake up quickly..."

Qiao Yun babbled and babbled, turned over and continued to sleep.

Nan Jun had no choice but to put his cold hands on Qiao Yun's face and pinch gently: "Yun'er, it's time to go home, wake up."

Qiao Yun snorted, Nan Jun immediately took his hand away, and said in a low voice after moving a little away from Qiao Yun: "Young Master Qiao, it's almost dawn, and I'll take you home. I'm afraid your family won't find you." I'm going to be in a hurry."

Qiao Yun looked at the woman in front of her in a daze. After listening to her, she remembered where she was, and hurriedly got up with her hands supporting her body.

The drowsy look of the little man was very cute, Nan Jun couldn't help but chuckled, stepped forward to extinguish the fire, and then wiped his clean hands on the haystack beside the fire, which attracted his attention. Qiao Yun left the ruined temple.

Nan Jun took out a clean sack from the dog hole at the entrance of the ruined temple and put it behind her, then squatted down and said to the little man who was following her, "It's a bit far away from the city. I will carry you to the city first, and then I will let you down when there are people."

"But...but..."

Qiao Yun looked at the person squatting in front of him, not knowing whether to accept or reject.

"Come up, it's almost dawn."

It's not convenient for her to send him back after dawn. There are still many things waiting for her. After solving these worries, she can stand beside him openly, protect him, and take care of him.

Nan Jun ran all the way, avoiding people as much as possible, put Qiao Yun down at the corner not far from Qiao Mansion, and whispered: "I'll take you here, hurry home!"

Chapter end

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