MTL - The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman-Chapter 270 what did you find

"Ouch... Who kicked my aunt? I don't want to live anymore, do I?"

Nan Jun kicked over the woman who was turning her back to Qiao Yun to flirt with her. These two were Er Gouzi who came to Qiao Yun's house to steal things that night and her friend San Maozi.

It wasn't until Er Gouzi got up from the ground that he saw the person standing behind her clearly.

"Nan... Nanjun?"

Ergouzi was a little afraid of Nanjun from the bottom of his heart. She was almost frozen to death in the village chief's yard that day, and it was probably Nanjun who did it.

Nan Jun leaned over and picked up a handful of snow from the ground, kneaded it into a snow ball, and stuffed it directly into Er Gouzi's mouth.

"Your mouth is so stinky, then use this snow to wash it off. If I hear you say a word about Qiao Yun again in the future, I will destroy you."

"Ouch…"

As soon as Nan Jun finished speaking, Er Gouzi yelled. It turned out that Nan Jun had already broken one of her arms.

"San Maozi, what are you still doing in a daze, come on!"

Er Gouzi was in so much pain that tears rolled down his face, looking at San Maozi who was standing stupidly behind Nan Jun, he couldn't help shouting.

San Maozi raised a long wooden stick he had just picked up, and gestured behind Nan Jun for a long time, but he didn't have the courage to throw it down.

With a backspin kick, Nan Jun kicked the wooden stick in San Maozi's hand away, and kicked San Maozi directly in the jaw with another kick.

"Well…"

San Maozi rolled on the ground in pain, and Er Gouzi turned pale with fright.

Clutching the broken arm, she wanted to run, but how could she run faster than Nan Ju?

"Remember what I said today, if it happens again, I will make it impossible for you to survive or die!"

Nan Jun's words were so cold that Er Gouzi knelt down on the spot in fright.

"Nan... Nanjun, please forgive me, I don't dare anymore, I will never mention Qiao Yun again in the future, I don't dare... I don't dare..."

No matter how cold the ground is, it can't compare to Er Gouzi's heart.

Nan Jun's expression just now showed a clear killing intent, even she could see it.

Based on Nan Jun's skill just now, if he didn't use one move, he could kill her.

No matter what happened to Er Gouzi, he now knew how to be afraid.

"roll!"

Nan Jun didn't want to cause massacres in this small mountain village. After all, no **** like Er Gouzi was kicked out by the villagers, which meant that the folk customs here were still simple, and she didn't want to disrupt this balance.

Looking at the backs of those two people fleeing in embarrassment, Nan Jun turned and went up the mountain.

As everyone knows, these two people are the ones who encouraged "Nanjun" in the book to sell Qiao Yun to the red building. However, they are as humble as ants, and Nanjun doesn't bother to argue with them anymore.

Seeing that it was another cold winter, without firewood to survive the winter, they would not be able to survive this winter even if they were not beaten to death by Nan Juan.

The cause and effect of good and evil will always come in a cycle.

Qiao Yun finished making dumplings and waited for Nan Jun to come back. As soon as the door knocked, he hurried to open it.

When Nan Jun stood in front of him covered in snow, Qiao Yun jumped into her arms.

This was the first time that Qiao Yun approached Nan Jun proactively. Nan Jun was puzzled and patted Qiao Yun on the back lightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Yun's eyes turned red, and the hands around Nan Jun's waist tightened again.

"I had a dream that you didn't want me anymore..."

"How could it be? You are my favorite Yun'er!"

Nan Jun turned around and closed the door from the inside, then threw the sack in his hand into the snow beside him, wrapped his arms around Qiao Yun's body, and let him hold her without letting go.

People always see something in their dreams, maybe the past, maybe the future.

But no matter what, we can't change it.

And all we can do is cherish the present.

"Are you hungry? I'm going to order dumplings."

After calming down for a while, Qiao Yun came out of Nan Jun's arms and ran away in a hurry.

Nan Jun raised the corners of his mouth, looking at the little man squatting by the stove, his heart was full of satisfaction.

In this life, people don't need too much wealth. Being with the one they love is happiness.

This winter, the snow has been so heavy that every household is shutting their doors in the house, burning a warm kang, and the family sits on the kang and chats about homework.

Nan Jun held the book in one hand and rested the other hand on the back of his head, leaning against the inside of the kang, reading with relish.

Qiao Yun sat beside her, gesticulating on the cloth under his hand, for fear of making a mistake in the size and wasting the good material.

In addition to the sound of flipping books, the room is very quiet, as is the sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

Qiao Yun suddenly got up and went to the box left by his father to rummage through the old fabrics. Unexpectedly, a red silk package fell out of the pile of old cloths.

Nan Jun was also awakened by the sound of the thing falling to the ground, put down the book and looked at the red package in Qiao Yun's hand.

"what is this?"

"I've never seen it before, my mother never told me that there is still this at home..."

Qiao Yun carried the red package to Nan Jun's side, unfolded the package in front of her eyes, and inside was a child's clothes. Looking at the fabric, it should be very good.

Qiao Yun didn't know the material of this dress, but Nan Jun did. This is the brocade most often worn by nobles in Beijing.

Looking at the style of the clothes, it should be worn by girls.

Nan Jun and Qiao Yun looked at each other and immediately understood.

The things in this package should have been brought by Qiao Xiucai when he picked up Nanjun back then. Qiao Yun's body froze, and his face was full of tension.

If Nan Jun knew her background, would she go back to her family? According to Nan Jun's status, the elders in her family would definitely not allow her to marry a commoner, so would they not be able to be together?

Nan Jun took Qiao Yun's cold hand and squeezed it lightly.

In this life, she had no intention of intrigue between the court and the gentry. No matter what her status was, the fact that she was poisoned when she was young and thrown out of the wilderness showed that the Nan family was also a place of right and wrong.

Under the clothes was a piece of jade pendant with the word "Nan" engraved on it. Thinking about it, Qiao Xiucai picked up the young Nan Jun at the time, except for asking her name, other things should be unclear.

Nan Jun picked up the jade pendant and stroked it carefully. Looking at the texture, the Nan family should also be an honorable person in the dynasty. Otherwise, how could a milk doll wear such a fine jade pendant?

Nan Jun spread out the clothes again, and a veil embroidered with lotus flowers fell out from inside. Although the blood stains on it had faded a lot, the handwriting was still clear.

"Blood book?"

Who would write these things in blood if they had no other choice?

Qiao Yun's brows furrowed even tighter, and she used some strength to grab Nan Jun's hand.

"Perhaps the person who rescued me put it in this package."

I saw it said: "Nan Jun, the daughter of the Nan family, was poisoned by the side lord Han, be careful..."

Presumably that person should have left these words in an emergency, and he couldn't even write a word for "heart".