The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman

For some reason, Nan Jun suddenly wanted to test this person, she always felt that it was not that simple for him to come straight to her yard.

That smear of black stopped not far from Nanjun, just staring at Yuexia's beautiful face.

Wearing white clothes on that person, he looked like a banished fairy, perhaps because his eyes were closed, his face was a little less deserted and a little more rare.

The man just stood there and stared at Nan Jun. Although Nan Jun was curious, she didn't dare to open her eyes if the man didn't move.

Until a pair of cold little hands grasped her wrist, Nan Jun suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed those hands, a panicked face fell into Nan Jun's eyes.

Nan Jun stared at that little face and suddenly stared dumbfounded, the cinnabar on his forehead was not inlaid with inlaid flowers, but it was more dazzling than the one inlaid with inlaid flowers.

No matter when, even if I forget the whole world, I will still fall in love with you at first sight!

Just looking at the man like this, before he could speak, Nan Jun murmured: "We... have we met somewhere?"

Nan Jun said the words to strike up a conversation like this without even thinking about it, but he didn't feel the slightest abruptness.

She seemed to have seen this man's eyebrows and eyes thousands of times, and the cinnabar mole on his forehead seemed to grow in her heart.

The panic and helplessness in his eyes hurt Nan Jun's heart. He... is he afraid of himself?

"You...you don't know me?"

The man broke his arm from Nan Jun's hand, looked at her with a pair of wet eyes and asked.

"Should I know you?"

Nan Jun chuckled, withdrew his illusory thoughts, looked at the man in front of him and said.

"How? Your poison..."

Hasn't her poison been cured? Why can't she recognize herself?

Lian Qing!

What exactly are you trying to do?

The little man gritted his teeth and cursed Lian Qing's viciousness, he dared to put his mind on Nan Jun's medicine, did he really think that Qiao Yun was a vegetarian?

Qiao Yun thinks that he has always cared about the friendship from childhood to adulthood, and has never treated Lian Qing badly, but he absolutely should never have taken Nanjun's medicine.

Anyone who is close to Qiao Yun knows that Nan Jun is Qiao Yun's back, and no one can touch him.

Even if Nanjun hated Qiao's family to the core, Qiao Yun would not allow anyone to touch Nanjun. Otherwise, how could Qiao Yun, who was unparalleled in martial arts and medical skills in the book, die tragically in the Eight Princes' Mansion?

In this world, the only person who can easily take Qiao Yun's life is this woman in front of her.

"My son came to this king's yard late at night, didn't he just want to see if I was poisoned?"

Nan Jun raised the corners of his lips, pretending to be unruly.

Qiao Yun blushed, but she didn't know how to explain it to the woman in front of her.

She doesn't remember him, so can he not admit that he is Qiao Yun, so that she won't think that he is not polite, and come secretly looking for her before marriage.

Thinking like this, Qiao Yun hurriedly raised his sleeves to cover half of his face.

As the breeze blew, the smell from the hem of the clothes blew into Nan Jun's nose. Nan Jun sniffed carefully, and the familiar feeling made her heart soften.

This smell... She seems to have smelled it somewhere.

"I should know you, shouldn't I?"

Nan Jun got up in a hurry, raised his hand and pulled Qiao Yun's sleeve.

Qiao Yun backed away in a hurry. He wanted to feel her pulse while she was asleep, but he never thought that she would catch her right away.

The two figures, one black and one white, stood under the moon like this, their eyes met, and Qiao Yun's nose suddenly felt sore.

Even if she hasn't thought of the past, Sister Jun still has her own in her eyes.

It's just that in the past ten years, she has always avoided him, and he feels uncomfortable, so she must also feel uncomfortable!

While dodging his eyes, Qiao Yun's eyes fell on the purse on Nan Jun's waist, which made the tears in the little man's eyes roll down involuntarily.

She has been wearing this purse all the time.

When she was rescued at the beginning, she was wearing a blue purse around her waist, maybe a hole was hooked under the purse because she fell off the cliff somewhere.

After Qiao Yun carried Nanjun back to Liujia Village, he changed her clothes and treated her, only to find the broken purse later.

I wanted to help her make up, but I didn't expect that what was contained in the blue purse was not some spices, but it was the one he gave her when he was young.

Qiao Yun remembered that it was the first purse he embroidered in his life, and the workmanship was not exquisite. At that time, Nan Jun snatched it and hung it on his body.

She had promised him that as long as she was alive, this purse would always be on her body, even if one day she died, this purse would be buried with her.

I thought she really hated the Qiao family so much that she didn't even want herself.

But when he saw the intact gold wrapped in the blue purse, Qiao Yun knew that his pain was known to all these years, and everyone thought that she, Nan Jun, had betrayed him.

But her pain has been buried in her heart, who in this world knows?

Losing her father and the person she loved at the same time, how did she survive these years?

"Why are you crying?"

The man's teardrops rolled down the black clothes and fell to the ground, making Nan Ju's heart ache.

Raising his hand to caress his heart, Nan Jun felt that the man he loved before was not the son of the Qiao family at all, but the man in front of him should be.

Otherwise, why did she feel so distressed when she saw his tears?

Because even if she doesn't remember, seeing him cry will hurt her too.

Because even if she didn't remember, she still felt that they had known each other.

Because even if you don't remember, this heart will still beat for him.

Qiao Yun wiped away her tears in a panic, not daring to stay any longer, turned around and left quickly, without giving Nan Min any chance to think.

"Hey you…"

Nan Jun chased after a few steps in a panic, and swallowed back the few words he had just shouted.

She was afraid that her cry would draw out the hidden guard and hurt him, but before she had time to ask his name, where should she find him?

The wrist he touched before could still feel the coldness of his fingers, and that familiar feeling made Nan Jun feel even more that the man must be an old friend.

Thinking of this, Nan Jun no longer worried about not seeing him, since he is willing to take the initiative to come to her today, he will definitely come again in the future.

Just why did he cry just now?

But because I forgot him?

Leaning weakly on the chair behind him, Nan Jun was no longer in the mood to appreciate the night and the moon.

You have to watch Moon Full West Tower with the person you like to feel poetic, and you have to feel the romance with the right person to feel that life is worthwhile.

Nan Jun thought, maybe, she has already met the person who made her willing to stay together for the rest of her life.

Thinking of marrying the young master of the Qiao family in a few days, Nan Jun couldn't help but feel a headache again.

In the past two days, she also heard about Mrs. Qiao from An Feng and An Yu. She thought that the reason why the Qiao family was in a hurry to get married was to avoid the deadline for Mrs. Qiao. Change it again.