Chapter 452 I Love You

his woman, actually listens to him.This feeling was strange. Zhu Xiaowei lowered her head, and for some reason, her chest felt a little tight.Pei's mother seemed to have long been accustomed to the wa...Qiao Baoer returned to Dongyuan, Fang's mother was especially enthusiastic and pushed her to the kitchen to drink soup first. She said that she had specially stewed pigeon mung bean soup for her. Recently, she stayed up late too much and had a bit of fire. This would be suitable to drink.

"How is the taste Do you like this flavor" Grandma Fang took good care of her daily life and meals.

Qiao Bao'er was very grateful. Fang Da Ma treated her like family, and of course she knew that the Jun family was good to her because of Jun Zhi Mu.

"Young Master Zhimu hasn't been eating much these past two days. He doesn't seem to be in a good mood." Grandma Fang took the opportunity, while she was drinking tea, to carefully bring up Jun Zhim.

Jo Bao'er, hearing the tone in her voice, sensed that she had something to ask of her. She put down her bowl and spoon, "Is it about Jun Zhimu getting angry at the servants"

All the servants in Jun's household were especially afraid of him. While some female housekeepers in wealthy families would flirt with their masters, such a thing was highly unlikely in the Jun family because they were terrified of him and always trembled in fear. They often made mistakes and would come to her begging for leniency.

“The young master is actually rarely angry with the servants,” Fang’s mother said as she added more soup to her bowl, “The worst time was when they didn't think highly of you and you ran out. He was furious once.”

The servants of the Jun family were afraid of Jun Zhi's demeanor, not mainly because he had a bad temper, but because he was very cold. Some qualities are truly innate, and the servants seemed to have an instinctive fear of him, as if it were a reflex to avoid trouble.

Qiao Ba'er listened, muttering to herself, "I thought he had frightened someone again"

Fang Damo chuckled, "Zhimu Young Master doesn't show much emotion to outsiders."

This statement made Qiao Baoyue thoughtful. It makes sense, as few people could make him angry. Perhaps he only frequently flew into a rage after marrying her.

“Today I brought in a few maids to clean the study, and I found quite a few cigarette butts,” Fang’s mother said sincerely, looking at her, “Young Master Zhimu seems to be in a rather bad mood these past few days. If you have time, you could chat with him and persuade him, telling him not to keep everything bottled up inside.”

"I understand."

Jo Bao'er's mood was a bit complicated, she nodded to Fang Da Ma.

She knew Jun Zhi牧 had probably been preoccupied with Tang Yu's affairs these past two days. She had seen him, listless and dejected, smoking silently on the side.

She finished her soup and went upstairs to her study.

Qiao Bao'er felt a bit stifled in her heart. She didn't care about him as much as Fang Da Ma did.

I thought he was angry, but when I walked into the study, I found Jun Zhi Mu alone watching a film reel. He seemed to be in good spirits.

Junzhi Mu sat at the large desk in his study. The screen on the table was playing something, and he watched it intently, as if something had caught his attention. A glimmer of surprise flashed in his usually cold eyes, followed by a slight upturn of his lips into a smile.

"What are you looking at"

When Qiao Bao'er spoke, Jun Zhimu only then noticed that she had entered. She was the only one who could freely come and go in his study.

Before Junzhi could answer, Qiao Bao'er heard that familiar voice coming from the screen. She immediately leaned closer and then cried out in anger, "Ah—don't look, don't look!" She immediately stood protectively in front of the screen, refusing to let him watch.

"...This is really embarrassing." Five-year-old Qiao Baoer on the screen, she was forced by her family to learn piano at that time. She was as active as a rabbit by nature, and it was painful for her to sit in front of the piano and repeatedly practice obediently.

But her piano teacher was very strict, so Qiao Baoer cried while playing as a child. She even stubbornly cried in her childish voice, 'I don't want to learn, I don't want to learn...'

A pretty little girl in a British-style dress, with braids and an adorable look, sat at the elegant triangular piano. But she was crying sadly, her chubby hands still honestly playing one note after another.

This scene is very amusing.

Jun Zhi Mu looked on, his eyes crinkled at the corners with a smile.

Qiao Bao'er rarely saw him smile, so she didn't stop him even when he was embarrassed. Let him have a good look, but she would still mutter, "Why are you looking at these"

Jun's gaze lingered on her, without reply.

"And you I bet you have plenty of home videos from when you were a kid, too," Qiao Bao'er thought to herself. he Jun's childhood must be full of memories captured on film.

"My things are quite boring," he told her nonchalantly.

His life seemed to lack color.

Qiao Bao'er noticed that there was some anxiety and lack of confidence in his eyes. He had been busy these past few days, and his brow was furrowed with fatigue.

Qiao Bao'er wanted to say something, but Jun Zhimu reacted very sensitively. He immediately stood up from his chair and threw out a sentence, "I have something to do, I'll be right back..."

He seemed to be avoiding her.

"Where are we going Let's go downstairs to eat first." Qiao Ba'er walked over and hugged him tightly from behind.

The shepherd's steps stopped immediately.

It seemed she hadn't expected her to embrace him like this. Jun Zhi Mu stood stiffly for a moment before he spoke in a low voice, "Not hungry."

"Then you sleep with me." Qiao Ba'er was simply astounding.

The shepherd turned, his eyes complex as he looked at her.

"When Qiao Bao'er said it, she was a bit stunned herself and quickly explained, "I, I mean, everyone has been very busy lately and hasn't been sleeping well. Don't go out just yet. Just stay with me in bed and lie down for a while..."

Seeing that he didn't react, she felt guilty and decided to play the victim. "Hey, I haven't been sleeping well lately when I'm alone at home. You don't need to work late and travel so much. All I see you are a few times a day and then you disappear."

Jun Zhi Mu looked into her eyes, his big hand stroking her long hair, his voice low, "...Go to sleep."

The two lay on the bed, without doing anything adult. Jun Zhi Mu lay beside her, simply hugging her like that, and soon his breathing evened out and he fell into a deep sleep.

Qiao Bao'er wasn't sleepy. She slightly opened her eyes, gazing at the man beside her pillow.

His brows, his eyes, his lips...

Although he was very tired, he didn't say anything.

Qiao Bao'er recalled his irritable and gloomy profile when he was smoking. Actually, she understood how to empathize with him. She pressed her face against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart.

“I believe you didn't lay a hand on Xiao Zhuzi.”

Just now, in his eyes, she saw a hint of unease.

Junzhi Mu slept soundly this time.

When he woke up naturally, the world outside his window was pitch black. The woman beside him opened her eyes at the same moment.

"You're finally awake," Joe Baoer mumbled as she stirred.

"Have I slept for a long time"

Junzhi's voice was a little hoarse. He turned his head to look at the clock on the wall, it was already five o'clock in the morning, dawn time. No wonder it was so dark outside.

He slept from 5 p.m. to 5 a.m., for twelve hours.

Jun Zhimu himself found it unbelievable. He had never slept for so long before.

"I've woken up several times," Qiao Baoer said, a little soft in his embrace as she stretched her arms. "You have a fever, maybe you have a cold."

She spoke and quickly reached out to grab the thermometer on the bedside table. Then, with a swift roll, she lay down on Jun Zhi Mu's chest, "Don't move." She probed his ear with the thermometer, 37.5 degrees Celsius, a slight fever.

"The more you probe, the more accurate it gets..." She held his big head firmly.

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Jun Zhi Mu was happy to let her press against him. He watched her study the thermometer with a serious expression on her profile, then a smile flickered across his lips. He opened his arms and encircled her waist. "You didn't have dinner" His voice had a hazy, husky quality to it.

She woke up a few times, and seeing her stretch, he knew she had stayed with him through the night.

"I'm not hungry, but I really need to use the bathroom." Qiao Baoer immediately complained without politeness.

When she returned, she drank two bowls of soup. If it weren't for seeing him sleeping so soundly, she would have pushed him aside and rushed to the bathroom long ago; she had been holding it in for a while.

When Jun saw her complaining, he suddenly laughed out loud, feeling moved. He quickly pinned her down and kissed her lips.

"Jo Baoer…" He called her name in a low, husky voice, words that spoke volumes.

She is his wife. That's a fact.n ambulance.Jun's driver was driving a Bugatti and found Jun Zhiyan on the way back. That aunt of the Jun family, the third aunt, insisted that Qiao Baor was the one who made Jun Zhiyan cry and scolde...