The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman

Perhaps because of the confession during the day, the two of them didn't chat about anything at night as usual.

Nan Jun looked sideways at Qiao Yun at the top of the kang, she didn't even draw the curtain tonight, she just hoped that she would work hard and get into Qiao Yun's bed as soon as possible.

Qiao Yun knew that those fiery eyes were burning on him, and he tried hard not to think about the things in the daytime, but he couldn't help but think of the image of Nan Yan kissing him.

"Yun'er, can't you sleep?"

Nan Jun's voice suddenly came from behind him, causing Qiao Yun to cry out in shock and shrink back to the wall.

Even though she knew it was night and she couldn't see clearly, Qiao Yun still felt shy and unbearable, her little face was red hot, like a red lantern hung on New Year's Day.

Nan Jun cheekily burrowed into Qiao Yun's quilt, but Qiao Yun just held on to the quilt tightly with both hands.

"Ah Choo...it's so cold!"

Nan Jun sneezed on purpose and rubbed his nose with his hand.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Yun immediately let go, and wrapped Nan Jun up with his own quilt.

"You are such a fool, how cold it must be in this late autumn night!"

He complained, and kept covering Nanjun's cold body with his hands, what if he caught a cold?

Nan Jun hugged Qiao Yun in his arms, rubbed his neck lightly, and curled up the corners of his mouth viciously.

"It's still warm on the kang!"

"Then...then you sleep on the top of the kang, and I will sleep on the top of the kang."

Qiao Yun never thought that he would sleep in the same bed with Nan Jun now, but he forgot that Nan Jun would do anything in order to take advantage of him.

Back then, in order to see his body, she still tricked him into lying on the kang for three days every month, and let her manipulate him.

"No, I want to hold you to sleep so I don't get cold."

Nan Jun wrapped his hands and feet around the person in his arms, Qiao Yun let her hold him stiffly, and no longer insisted on going to the top of the kang.

"Nanjun, you really won't regret it? I'm three years older than you!"

After a long silence, Qiao Yun couldn't help but mutter.

Women in this world like men younger than themselves, who would want to marry an old man?

"So what if I'm three years older? Even if I'm thirty years older, as long as I like it, it doesn't matter."

Nan Jun's words made the person in his arms laugh, and he was much calmer after hearing her say these two words out of nowhere.

"Go to sleep, tomorrow I want to eat meatloaf, put more mushrooms..."

"it is good."

Qiao Yun responded, slowly closed his eyes, and had a good night's sleep.

Qiao Yun was awakened by the burning heat staring at him. The man's eyes were too hot, which made him a little shy.

"woke up?"

Nan Jun's slightly hoarse voice sounded above his head, and Qiao Yun couldn't pretend to be asleep even if he wanted to.

"Um."

She shrank and moved back, but was pulled back by a strong hand.

"Yun'er, do you still want to hide from me?"

Nan Jun didn't want to give this man another chance to back down, the matter had come to this point, they had to face it together.

"No...no..."

Qiao Yun dodged, not daring to look directly into Nan Jun's eyes.

"I like you, this is an undoubted fact. We are together, and there is nothing to hide."

Nan Jun didn't think it mattered that she married a man who was three years older than her.

People in the last days often say that "female juniors hold a golden brick", so in the world of female idols, male juniors should also be able to hold a golden brick!

There is no gold brick, and silver transfer is fine.

"Um."

After a moment of silence, Qiao Yun boldly put the bracelet on Nan Jun's waist, and responded softly.

Nan Jun raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of stars.

She knew that he would not be able to escape from the web of love she wove.

The two got tired of being together for a long time before slowly getting up and making breakfast in cooperation with each other.

Nanjun wanted to eat meatloaf last night. Qiao Yun kept remembering it, so he went to cut meat and wash vegetables after breakfast. Nanjun was also busy saving more firewood for the winter.

After all, she loves Qiao Yun dearly, and has never been stingy about burning firewood.

In the entire Qiaojia Village, no one is hotter than the Nanjun burning kang.

Looking at the neatly arranged firewood in the stove, Qiao Yun said distressedly: "These firewood is enough for the winter, you can rest!"

In the past, when Nanjun was not as capable as he is now, it was Qiao Yun who took her up the mountain to collect firewood.

Because the two were young and had little strength, the sticks they picked up were all small sticks that others didn't want, and they couldn't make a fire.

Every winter, they were shivering with cold. Even if they got up several times at night to add firewood, they could not heat up the cold kang, and the top of the kang where Qiao Yun slept was more like an ice cellar.

Now that Nanjun is able to support the family, the firewood they burn is chopped whole, so they don't need to add more firewood at night, and they don't feel cold when they sleep until dawn.

"I'll cut some more, in case we encounter a severe winter, we should be prepared, right?"

Nan Jun is not afraid of anything, but Qiao Yun's health has been bad, she has to be prepared for a rainy day.

Qiao Yun knew that Nan Jun cared about him, so he was not obsessed with persuading her, but only thought that she should not be too tired.

"When I go back to the town to deliver the goods, I will buy another big pot and come back."

Nan Jun took a bite of the fragrant meatloaf and said softly.

"I already have two big pots at home, why buy a pot?"

Qiao Yun filled a bowl of green vegetables and put them in front of Nan Jun, took off her apron and hung it aside, and sitting opposite her also picked up a piece of cake, and bit into it.

"The small kang stove in our outhouse is burning every day. The pot for boiling water on it is too small. Buy a big pot and put it on top. Fill it with water at night, and you can use it directly when you get up in the morning to wash and wash vegetables. .”

Nan Jun had thought about it early in the morning, but summer was too busy, and only after autumn did he have time to fiddle with it.

Qiao Yun pursed her lips and thought for a while, and felt that what Nan Jun said made sense. If it snowed heavily in the future, it would be more convenient for them to have a simple breakfast in the outhouse, so that Nan Jun would not have to run away from the house because of his love for him.

"Okay, then you can buy two more bags of white flour by the way. There is nothing to do in winter, so you have to use more."

Nanjun likes pasta, dumplings, pancakes, and big white steamed buns... all of them need flour.

"Okay, think about it in the next two days and see if there is anything else you want to buy. I might as well bring them back when I go to the city a few times, so as not to be short of anything in winter and run to the town again."

The two of them were chatting about their homework, and they actually looked like they were newlyweds. With such a harmonious scene, no one would doubt their relationship even if they saw it.

On this day, Nan Jun went to the town to sell his prey as usual.

Unexpectedly, on the road, I met the ox cart of the village chief's family.

"It's Nanjun? Come up, I'll give you a ride."

The village head parked the car aside, and there were still Wang Shi, Qiao Yu, and Qiao Yan in the car.

From this point of view, this family probably wants to buy something before it snows!