The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman

The welcoming team went around the capital to bring the couple back to the Eighth Prince's Mansion. The emperor brought the queen to attend their wedding in person, which was enough to show the emperor's love for Nanjun.

Since Nan Jun was the youngest of the emperor's daughters, the job of accompanying the drink was naturally entrusted to her several imperial sisters to do it for her.

Perhaps it was because Nan Jun married his cousin, but Her Royal Highness was extremely enthusiastic and blocked a lot of wine for Nan Jun.

Seeing that Nan Jun didn't intend to rush into the bridal chamber at all, but was drinking with everyone one cup after another, the emperor was not happy.

"Old Seven..."

The emperor beckoned to the Seventh Princess, who immediately listened to her.

In a short time, Nan Jun was pushed into the new house by several ladies from aristocratic families brought by the seventh princess.

"Eight Emperor Sister, a moment is worth a thousand gold, don't be greedy anymore..."

Leaving only such a sentence, without waiting for Nan Jun to resist, the few of them went to the front yard to drink again, laughing and laughing.

This young master of the Qiao family is not easy to provoke, no one dares to mess with his bridal chamber!

In addition, the emperor is still waiting ahead, who dares to delay the good things of the emperor's precious daughter?

Nan Jun, smelling of alcohol all over his body, approached the man sitting on the bed hesitantly.

"You all go down!"

He waved to the servants beside him, motioning them to go out.

Nan Jun didn't intend to do anything to this young groom at all, so he didn't need to abide by those troublesome rules.

Hearing the familiar voice approaching slowly, Qiao Yun couldn't help but stiffen his body, wringing his hands together helplessly, biting his lower lip tightly, trying to control his breathing.

Sister Jun, she...should be very gentle, right?

Thinking of the personal words his father said to him last night, Qiao Yun couldn't help but blush.

But when he thought that the one he wanted to be close to was his most beloved woman, Qiao Yun couldn't help but look forward to it.

In addition to Nan Jun's gentle footsteps in the room, only Qiao Yun's nervous breathing was left.

Nan Jun sat at the table alone, looking at the man sitting on the big red Xipa bed, but he didn't make any move to move Xipa away.

Picking up the teapot and pouring a cup of hot tea, rubbing the fine enamel, Nan Jun didn't know how to speak.

Nan Jun put a pair of snow-white hands on the big red wedding dress, making them look more radiant, making Nan Jun couldn't help turning his face away.

Sure enough, after drinking a few more glasses, he started to feel distracted.

Nan Jun shook her head violently. She knew that the innocence of a man's family was very important. If she didn't really like him, she would never touch him.

After drinking the tea in the cup in one gulp, Nan Jun felt more awake.

Looking at the twisted hands, Nan Jun unexpectedly poured another cup of tea and stuffed it into those hands.

"Thank...thank you..."

Qiao Yun was so nervous that he couldn't even speak, let alone talk about other things.

The man's voice trembled a little, Nan Jun only felt it was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

"you are welcome."

Pursing his lips, Nan Jun finally opened his mouth with difficulty.

"That... I know about your family's affairs. The Queen Mother gave the marriage in a hurry, and you can understand the reason..."

Qiao Yun tightened his hand holding the teacup, and listened carefully to what she said.

Nan Jun gritted his teeth and said directly: "After an assassination, I don't remember the past, and I don't remember you anymore. Even if I marry you now, I won't touch you. I already have someone I like , in the future... If you have someone you like, I will reconcile with you and explain it clearly for you. Now you just live in the mansion, we are just husband and wife in name, in the future, we will marry each other and have nothing to do with each other .”

Nan Jun seemed to have exhausted all her courage to say these words, and before Qiao Yun could speak, she ran out of the new house as if fleeing.

The cup Qiao Yun held in his hand had turned into pieces at some point, and the hot water in it rolled all over him, but he didn't seem to feel it at all. The pieces of the cup cut his white fingers to blood, and he couldn't see him. move.

That voice "I already have someone I like" directly sent Qiao Yun from the sky to hell. He had been looking forward to the marriage for so long, but he actually called the man to say, "We each marry and have nothing to do with each other."

It turned out that during this period of time, she was being self-indulgent. She was wearing the purse not because she had him in her heart, but because she didn't remember anything.

She agreed to marry him not because she liked him, but because she kindly rescued him from Qiao's house and couldn't bear him to serve the old lady for three years.

She said she didn't remember the past, nor him...

Instead of waiting for the favor of the wife-lord, he waited for the heart-wrenching truth, which made Qiao Yun so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

Leaning forward, Qiao Yun covered his chest with bright red hands, and there was a fishy sweetness in his throat, but Qiao Yun resisted not to spit it out.

This is their wedding room, he doesn't want to stain it.

The bright red rolled down the corner of the mouth, along with the bitter tears on the man's face.

There was no need for someone to take off the hipa on the head. On the master's weak body, the hipa fell to Qiao Yun's feet by itself.

Qiao Yun leaned over, and tightly pinched the handkerchief with blood-stained hands. He felt that his heart had already followed that person at that moment.

Even though Nan Jun hated the Qiao family and ignored Qiao Yun in the past years, Qiao Yun knew that there was never a man by her side.

Because of this, Qiao Yun has never given up on this relationship.

Now, she actually told him herself that she has someone she likes, it's his life!

Although Nan Jun left in a panic, he still alarmed Shuang'er who was guarding the yard.

Shuang'er looked in the direction Nan Jun was leaving in puzzlement, with doubts in her mind.

On this day of great joy, the Eighth Prince is not in the new house to accompany the young master, where is she going?

Shuang'er ran over in a hurry until she heard the sound of something falling to the ground.

"My son, my son... what's wrong with you?"

Shuang'er ran over with red eyes to help Qiao Yun who was unconscious on the ground. When she saw her son's extremely pale face and blood all over her body, Shuang'er was both worried and distressed.

In this world, there is only one person who can hurt the young master like this, and that is the Eighth Prince's daughter Nanjie.

It's just that Shuang'er doesn't understand, since the eighth princess agreed to this marriage, why did she hurt the son like this on the wedding night?

Could it be that she is taking revenge on Nan's family in this way?

Did the Eighth Prince forget that the young master is her favorite person! How could she hurt the young master so much?

After crying, Shuang'er bandaged Qiao Yun's hands, then took off his clothes and checked his body carefully, and was relieved when he saw that there was no wound on his body.

Fearing that Qiao Yun would hurt herself again, Shuang'er hurriedly cleaned up the fragments of the teacup on the ground, then fetched hot water with red eyes, cleaned up for Qiao Yun, and wiped away the tears from his face and the blood from the corners of his mouth.