Chapter 223 I promised Junzhimu, I'm going back

hards at the Jun family's place a week ago, stitched up, but the injury was deep so it was healing very slowly.Now she had ripped a gash in her own arm, dark red blood crisscrossing down her pale skin...He specifically instructed his subordinates to keep their guard up, as Master Mu, who had been burning the midnight oil in his study for two days straight, would surely be in a bad mood. They shouldn't blunder around and anger him.

The several newly arrived female maids who were on duty listened, their hearts pounding. They became much more reserved in their work, each with a bitter expression, all yearning for, "If the mistress were here..."

The master himself probably doesn't know, when the mistress is at home, he's not actually that fierce.

Everyone in the Jun family knows that Old Master Jun is used to getting up at 5 am every day, so they need to prepare breakfast earlier. Auntie Fang didn't go to sleep until late last night, and since she wasn't in charge of the main house, she also slept a little later this morning.

"Fang Guanjia..."

A young maid burst into the resting dormitory, shouting in panic.

What's up

FANG Da Ma listened and frowned, then quickly got up. "What happened Didn't someone make Mu Shao angry again I told you all last night…"

If you truly angered Jun Zhi Mu, even the old master wouldn't give him any face.

"No, not... Master Zhi Mu is still in the study. A car just drove toward Dongyuan..."

Fadag Ma patiently listened to the new maid stammering for a while. Originally, she was slowly tidying up the bedding, but suddenly her expression changed drastically. She dropped a messy sheet and ran towards Dongyuan.

The maids in Dongyuan were all personally trained by Madam Fang. At this time, they were all dumbfounded as Madam Fang ran up the stairs in a disorderly manner, banging on the study door with force.

Their hearts skipped a beat.

Isn't it that Master Mu is not supposed to run around, make noise, or disturb others What if he gets angry

"Master Jun is indeed angry, "What's the matter!""

The door to the study was flung open by him. He was on edge, having gone sleepless all night. The ashtray in the study was full of cigarette butts, and he looked icy as he prepared to unleash his anger.

Fang Damo stood at the doorway, suddenly taken aback by his aura. She felt a twinge of embarrassment for getting so carried away and took a step back, lowering her head slightly.

"The Shepherd Young Master…"

She whispered, "Young Master Zhimu, the mistress has returned."

Junzhi's shepherd first froze, having stayed up all night, agitated by some things, as if being forced to exhaustion. Even his stubble was faintly emerging, unable to conceal his weariness and paleness.

A moment of stunned silence, then Qiao Baoer is back

And the next second, he strode past Fang Dama swiftly, heading towards the stairs. His steps were large and hurried.

When the shepherd of the lord hurried to the top of the stairs, he suddenly stopped.

At this moment, Qiao Bao'er was looking up at him from the bottom of the stairs. Her expression was full of surprise and disbelief that he had also appeared in her line of sight just as she needed him to. Even more surprising was how 'fierce' his gaze seemed.

Junzhi Mu's expression was complicated as he looked down the stairs at her. His gaze was extremely intense and sharp, indeed quite 'ferocious', not blinking once, staring straight at her arrival.

Qiao Bao'er stood motionless at the bottom of the stairs. Being stared at like this, the nervousness she had felt before turned into helplessness.

She left with her aunt, but she was still angry

Qiao Bao'er struggled internally, while the man on the stairs remained silent, slowing his pace and approaching her step by step with an air of composure.

As he approached, Qiao Bao'er's expression grew increasingly awkward, and she even began to regret running back suddenly.

"I, I..." she thought, she should explain.

The words were on her lips, or perhaps it was the man's overwhelming presence that unsettled her, throwing her thoughts into disarray. She felt flustered.

"I, I'm back."

Finally, she admitted her fault in a low voice.

Jun Zhi Mu's strong arms enveloped her, Qiao Bao Er's body was soft and comfortable to hold. After a sleepless night, Da Tou relied on her shoulder directly, his thin lips pressed against her delicate neck, tossing and turning in her long hair, breathing in her scent. So close, holding her so tightly, there was nowhere for her to go.

Then the restless heart that had been troubled all night suddenly settled down.

Qiao Baoer was a bit tightly held by him suddenly. She originally wanted to resist, but when she turned her head, she saw the man's resolute jaw with a faint stubble. He was such a clean person, and he was actually so disheveled. He seemed very tired.

She also forgot about any embarrassment. After all, this man had thick skin, and she was used to it a long time ago.

Upstairs Fang's mom walked down with lighter steps. When she passed them, a look of satisfaction crossed her face.

She knew that as soon as Qiao Bao'er came back, she should notify him immediately. He would be very happy.

"The baby hasn't had breakfast yet."

One word, a clear and magnetic voice, very nice to listen to.

That is Tang Yu's voice.

People inside the room all turned to look at the door, even Grandma Fang looked a little dazed. This man was truly handsome.

Qiao Bao'er's face flushed red, she almost forgot that Tang Yu came with her. She struggled to push the man in front of her away. Jun Zhi牧 also easily let go of her and stood straight, looking in the direction of the sound, his eyes turning cold.

"I'm going to get something to eat..."

She responded awkwardly with a sound, and followed Madam Fang towards the restaurant.

Actually, her sudden return was somewhat planned. Because she couldn't sleep all night last night, she felt very uneasy and walked back and forth in the guest room with a worried expression on her face. Finally, she couldn't help but secretly take the phone that her aunt Gu Ruyue had left in the living room. At first, she thought about calling Jun Zhimu, but then she changed her mind and called Tang Yu instead.

She was a little worried that Jun Zhi牧 would answer her call and scold her, so she thought it would be best to ask Tang Yu. Because Tang Yu had always been bullied by her since he was a child, she didn't say anything to him, just told him to come over early tomorrow morning while his aunt wasn't awake.

At five in the morning, Qiao Bao'er, with panda eyes, tiptoed out like a thief to meet him. Her first words were, 'I want to go back to Jun's home.'

Then he sent her back.

"Madam, would you like me to prepare breakfast for that gentleman" Aunt Fang skillfully scooped a bowl of white porridge for her and gestured for her to drink it first.

"No, Xiao Zhuzi won't eat other people's things. He'll be leaving soon."

The porridge was a bit hot, Qiao Bao'er blew on it hastily, wanting to finish eating quickly.

She could tell just by using her toes that Tang Yu hadn't left immediately because he was probably keeping an eye on her as she ate breakfast.

She was eager to return to the Jun residence, and he didn't object. Instead, he said, "Let's eat first." Tang Yu had a somewhat obsessive personality, and his way of looking at things differed from that of normal people. He always thought simply, so according to his logic, since he sent her back to the Jun residence, she should compromise and have breakfast with him.

At the East Garden gate, Tang Yu indeed didn't rush to leave immediately.

"Did you bring her back"

Jun Zhi Mu stared at him, three meters apart, both standing still.

Tang Yu, as always, didn't answer him. But those deep blue eyes stared intently at this brother of his. The two who had once been close were now so unfamiliar and distant when looked at like this.

He wouldn't tell anyone, he didn't want to send Qiao Baier back, but she made him do it.

She said, 'I want to go home.'

She said, ‘Xiao Zhuzi, I promised Jun Zhi Mu, I have to go back.’

She bowed her head, her eyes red-rimmed, speaking in a low voice as if she was about to cry.

Over so many years, he's changed a lot, but he still fears her most in this way. If she is unhappy, if she cries, he truly doesn't know what to do.

Tang Yu's blue eyes were beautiful, clean and clear, but they didn't understand any emotions, not even hate.

"You are not capable of protecting her," a statement so nonchalant, it merely presented a fact.nger tablets in my mouth all day, and even the smell makes me nauseous. Vomiting has made my stomach acid reflux and it hurts so much...Those around her, hearing her say this, the lecturer and others...