Chapter 97: The Shepherd Young Master is a Bit Kinky
ng room table was still cluttered with photos of young, wealthy socialites. Old Master Jun had made arrangements beforehand for Jun Zhimu to return home and find a wife, to quickly give him a grandson...He hasn't woken up yet.
In the evening, Jun's family had already prepared dinner. Qiao Baoer added with a slightly embarrassed expression, "He said not to bother him..."
Fang Da Ma placed the porridge on the table and looked at her, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "Young Master Zhi Mu drove you out"
That tone doesn't sound very believable.
Because when the driver sent them home in the afternoon, the young master put his arm around her shoulder, his weight almost pressing down on Qiao Bao'er. She supported him step by step into the bedroom.
At that time, they thought Jun Zh牧 was severely injured, but it turned out to be a high fever combined with a migraine attack. However, this was the first time they saw Jun Zh牧 willing to lean so intimately on someone else.
Qiao Baoer felt he had almost crushed her, the man was incredibly heavy. It took her most of the day's energy to help him back home from the hotel.
The Junjia Dongyuan side was very quiet. Jun Zhimu was resting in the master bedroom. The servants had left, and Qiao Baier stood in the hall on the first floor of Dongyuan, glancing at the stairs with her peripheral vision.
Junzhi Mu is sleeping in the master bedroom on the second floor now.
As soon as he got home, he lay on the bed and fell asleep. His lips were still slightly pale and bluish. She had never seen Jun Zhi Mu like this, a sick cat.
"Madam, I entrust Young Master Zhimu to your care." Fang Da Ma dared not enter the master bedroom, so she could only remind her.
Qiao Bao'er looked a little embarrassed and mumbled, "He seems to dislike being disturbed. He scolded me, so I came out."
Fang Da Ma was stunned. Did they really kick her out
In fact, Junzhi Mu's original words were only three words: 'You are noisy.'
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These women are ruthless!
Lu Qinan remained silent, his expression one of surprise as he watched the two women discuss how to savagely tear apart the poor elephant clam. He felt a strange twinge in his groin.
Pigpig wants to turn over: 【Oh, I heard that the divorce rate in our country has risen again this year, more steadily than the stock market. 】
Zhu Xiaowei's wildly imaginative mind came up with another outlandish topic, and she felt quite a bit of emotion about it because she couldn't get married, while others around her divorced all the time, reminding her of her own situation.
Indestructible Treasure: 【If it doesn't work, leave it. 】
Jo Bao'er actually didn't think the word "divorce" was that heavy. It was probably because she had been mentally prepared that after giving birth, she would have to be a discarded wife again.
Pigpig wants to turn things around: "[Jo Bao'er, you're wrong. Divorce isn't something you should just do on a whim. Marriage isn't that simple. Spouses need to learn to tolerate and compromise with each other. Everyone has flaws.]"
Zhu Xiaowei takes marriage very seriously, and that's why she's almost becoming an "leftover woman."
Lu Ge: 【After women become economically independent, that's when the divorce rate goes up. 】Lu Qin Nan said boredly.
Pig Pig wants to turn over: 【That's because you men are too incompetent!】
Anyway, Zhu Xiao Wei got bolder online and directly confronted him.
However, she suddenly thought of a good idea: {If the state legislates that when couples divorce, all property under their names will immediately be confiscated and owned by the state, surely no one would get divorced.}
Lu Qinan widened his eyes, looking at the WeChat message. When did Qiao Bao'er make such a formidable friend
The finger twitched and exited WeChat, immediately composing a text message to Jun Zhimu's phone.
【The Shepherd, you have to be careful of Qiao Baier's betrayal……】
But soon Lu Qinan thought it was inappropriate to edit like this, he deleted it and edited another.
Lu Qinan deeply understood this. He absolutely couldn't directly speak ill of that demon woman, so he could only indirectly paint her in a bad light.
Jun Zhimu was sleeping soundly in the master bedroom of Building 2. His fever had subsided, and he vaguely heard his phone ring a few times.
He frowned slightly, rubbing his temples with his right hand. Opening his eyes, he found the master bedroom to be a bit chilly.
Where is shes tone was laced with caution. His voice, hoarse from days of sleep, rasped a warning, “Guan Lei, I forbid you from harming my older brother!”He was still hooked up to an IV in his left hand, grippin...