The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman Chapter 42

"Huh? Oops!"

Only then did Qiao Yun come back to his senses, and hurriedly put down the teapot in his hand, and went to hold the overflowing cup.

"Young master has been sitting by this window for a whole day today..."

Xiao Yu muttered softly while cleaning up the water on the table.

"Is Your Highness back?"

Qiao Yun pushed away the teacup full of water, and there was no tea left at this moment.

The sky outside the window is gloomy, I'm afraid it's going to snow...

Xiao Yu shook her head, the young master had asked him dozens of times all day.

If His Highness returns to the mansion, he will definitely come to see Young Master immediately!

"I think there are many things to do at the end of the year, and Her Royal Highness is busy!"

Qiao Yun pursed her lips, feeling more and more empty in her heart.

He had never felt this way in the past ten years, anxious and unbearable.

"Go down first, I want to be alone for a while."

After waving his hand at Xiao Yu, Qiao Yun lay down on the table again and started to be in a daze.

His right hand unconsciously clutched his chest, which made him very uncomfortable.

The belt is getting wider and I don't regret it, I am haggard because of Yixiao...

In the heart of spring, there will be no flowers competing for hair, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray...

Qiao Yun was slightly stunned, and gently stroked his heart.

If it is written according to the book, I am suffering from lovesickness!

But they haven't seen each other for a day, how come?

Qiao Yun felt as if she had been poisoned, and shook her head vigorously, trying to get the man's smile out of her mind, but she didn't want to open and close her eyes.

It was getting dark outside, and Qiao Yun, who had always had no desires, suddenly had red eyes.

Today is his birthday, she must have forgotten it!

Since she said that he is her most important person, why can't she leave the matter to tomorrow and spare a few hours to talk with him?

Qiao Yun felt that she was angry, and those who were angry with Nanjun returned late, and those who were angry with Nanjun didn't care.

As soon as the nose was sour, tears rolled out.

Raising his hand to caress the red jade on his forehead, Qiao Yun couldn't help but flatten his lips and said, "Even if you don't come back, you should tell someone! How can you make people wait like this?"

A gust of cool wind hit, carrying that person's usual smell.

Qiao Yun was brought into a cold embrace, and before he could express his joy, the man's voice came from above his head.

"How long have you been waiting?"

The little man in his arms wrapped around Nan Jun's waist, and it took a long time before he responded dissatisfiedly: "En."

"It's my fault, I'm late."

Nan Jun patted the little man's shoulder lightly, coaxing him dotingly.

Her apology was enough to sweep away his haze of the whole day, and raised his head from her arms, Qiao Yun went to untie the cloak on her personally.

"Don't move, Liang, I'll come."

Nan Jun took a step back, took off the cloak and threw it on the screen, then pulled Qiao Yun to sit down.

Under the candlelight, Qiao Yun still had tears in his eyes, Nan Jun raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes.

"Why are you crying? But have you been wronged?"

Qiao Yun shook his head lightly, he could not bear to blame her for her weathered body, even if he forgot his birthday, it would be fine as long as she can return safely.

Nan Jun suddenly remembered something, and took out an oiled paper bag from his bosom.

Although it was cold outside, the oil-paper bag was warmed by Nan Jun's covering.

"Try it quickly. This is the sugar cake I bought for you at Xijiekou just now. It's your favorite."

Nan Jun opened the oiled paper package as if offering a treasure, and the sweet cake was lying there.

"You... you came out of the palace and went to West Street?"

Qiao Yun seemed to be choked by someone's throat, and was a little speechless.

In such a cold weather, in order to buy such a candy cake, she actually walked around the entire capital city.

"Today is your birthday. I should have come back earlier, but the uncle who sells candy cakes is not open today. I asked a lot of people to find his place, and begged him to make a copy for you."

It was only then that Qiao Yun discovered that the white sugar cake had written "Happy Birthday" written in sugar syrup.

"Why are you so stupid? If you can't eat this food, you won't eat it, you..."

As Qiao Yun spoke, tears rolled out without disappointment.

The self who doesn't like to cry very much seems to have become a tearful person after meeting Nan Jun.

"But I asked you last night, is there any unfulfilled wish, you said you want to eat sugar cake..."

Nan Jun took out a handkerchief to wipe off the tears on Qiao Yun's face, picked up a piece of sugar cake and handed it to his lips.

"Eat it while it's hot, you'll get tired of it when it's cold."

Nan Jun also didn't know what to give Qiao Yun. Now Qiao Yun is in charge of the mansion. He is no longer the man who was short of food and clothing when we first met him.

Since he missed the taste of this candy cake, Nan Jun naturally wanted to satisfy him.

Qiao Yun took a bite and said with red eyes, "It's still the taste of my childhood."

When the Qiao family was still there, Qiao Yun's father liked this sugar cake in Xijiekou the most, and his mother often bought it for their father and son to eat.

Over time, this sugar cake became the last taste in Qiao Yun's memory in Qiao's mansion.

"If you like it, I can also buy it every day for you and Nianyun to eat."

Nan Jun had read Qiao Yun's past in the book, so he knew how unforgettable this candy cake was for him.

"Nianyun can't eat this yet!"

Qiao Yun's heart warmed up, and the words she said were a little delicate.

Nan Jun loved how Qiao Yun acted like a baby in front of her. Only in this way would she feel that they were a real couple.

"Try it too..."

Knowing that Nanjun doesn't like sweets, Qiao Yun still wants to share her own taste with her.

A pair of big eyes with teardrops staring at him, full of affection, Nan Jun suddenly leaned over.

Picking up the little man's chin, Nan Jun said emotionally, "I'll just try the ones here."

With her lips sealed by the person in front of her, Qiao Yun was so nervous that her toes curled up.

It's not right to throw down the candy cake in his hand, or to hold it tightly, which made him stunned for a moment.

"Well…"

Under that person's tender attack, Qiao Yun finally gave up the sugar cake in his hand, and put his hands around her neck.

"sweet."

Nan Jun let go of Qiao Yun and only said one word.

Qiao Yun didn't know if she was talking about the sweetness of the sugar cake, or about herself...

Pushing and shoving the person who was still hugging her and not letting go, Qiao Yun wanted to escape from her affectionate gaze. '

Her gaze made him a little hot, and his legs and feet were a little weak.

"Yun'er's birthday present... I've already prepared it, do you want it now?"

Nan Jun wrapped his arms around the small body in his arms, and asked in his ear.

The hot air sprayed on his ears, and Qiao Yun shivered, and couldn't help but nodded: "Yes."

"Then here it is..."

Nan Jun picked up the little man in his arms, walked around the screen embroidered with lotus flowers, turned and entered the inner room.

"Yun'er, it's getting cold, the couch is hard and small, I should move back..."

"Yun'er, Nianyun needs a younger sister, and our Pingnan Palace also lacks an heir..."

"Yun'er, do you still like my gift?"

"Hmm. Good. Like..."

Chapter end

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