Chapter 413

"Does grandfather say that he will come back in a few days?" Qiao bao'er was surprised to hear that Jun Zhimu said that the old man would not come back to Jun's house for the time being. She thought that Jun's old-fashioned man was not used to living in the house outside.

Aunt Fang was busy changing new sheets for them. She was silent when she heard them talking.

It seems that their master doesn't want to let him come back so soon. Master Zhi is really a short guard. Qiao bao'er is not angry. He can remember.

"Young lady, do you like this kind of bed sheet?"

Aunt Fang took a light blue silk jacquard and replaced it with a new one. No one has slept in this big double bed for a long time.

Qiao bao'er and Jun Zhimu turn to look at the big bed at the same time. It seems that they all think of the same thing in their hearts. At the same time, their eyes are opposite. Then Qiao bao'er quickly opens her face and sleeps with him... She has been separated from him for a long time.

"Yes."

She bowed her head and continued to fiddle with the clothes on her hand. She said vaguely that she always liked blue, and the people in Jun's family seemed to have known her preference.

Aunt Fang smiles, neatly fiddles with the pillow, and goes out.

Jun Zhimu just took a quick shower in another bathroom. At this time, he changed into a new suit. The customized expensive shirt and trousers made him more and more handsome. His eyes were too hot when he gazed at her side face.

"I'll take a bath." Qiao Baoer rushed into the bathroom.

Outside the bathroom, he heard a low smile. Then he seemed to step out of the bedroom and go to the study.

Qiao bao'er is soaking in the warm water in the bathtub. He is relaxed and comfortable, but his mind is still thinking about many things.

For example, if he wants to sleep with her in the same bed, will he move hands and feet? Although it's not the first time, they haven't been together for a long time

"The wound on his back has not been scarred. Did he touch the water when he took a shower just now..."

By the way, junzhimu's back is injured. If this smelly man sleeps in the same bed with her, in case he wants to... He can't do strenuous exercise for the time being.

Qiao Baoer's face is more and more red, and her head is full of impure things.

She took a bath for half an hour. When she came out of the bathroom, she found that Jun Zhimu was not in bed. He went to the study. She was a little sleepy and hesitated to go to the baby room to see her son now, or go to the bed first to have a good rest. She refused someone's request at night.

Considering that junzhimu is an energetic man, it is difficult to refuse him to do something. At last, she decided to get into a new quilt and lie down. Later, she would go to see her son.

It's been a long time since I went back to the main bedroom. I haven't been lying in this big bed for a long time. Qiao bao'er didn't feel like she was a stranger. She turned over and fell asleep.

She woke up at 8 p.m.

See this time point, quickly get up, this is a mistake jun family meal, usually jun family is about 7 o'clock to eat dinner.

"The old man is visiting. His wife and miss Zhiyan won't come back from the United States until tomorrow, so master Zhimu ordered us to wait until you wake up tonight to fry vegetables and keep the soup warm..."

There is a maid outside the door. As soon as Qiao bao'er opened the door, a young maid came forward with a smile. The service attitude is more intimate than that of a star hotel. Most people feel uncomfortable living in Jun's house. Those small warm apartment villas can invite at most one or two servants, but Jun's house is different. The huge villas here are distributed in the high wall, with few owners and a large group of servants.

Before she wanted to ask Zhu Xiaowei to accompany her at Jun's house, she immediately counseled Bao and refused. She also joked that Jun's house was like the backyard of an ancient deep palace, and she was afraid that she would lose her life if she lived in a common place.

"What are you thinking?" Behind him, the deep voice of Jun Zhimu suddenly rang out.

As soon as Qiao bao'er looked back, he saw him.

Jun Zhimu just came out of the study. She guessed that the servant told him that she was awake, so he came out of the study, and they walked side by side toward the main house.

"Junzhimu, did you buy the two old apartments 402 and 502 we rented

She remembers going back to pack up not long ago when her stingy landlord told her that the small apartment had been bought by a man named Jun.

"Well."

He didn't give any more explanation. He just let out a whisper.

"Junzhimu, what do you think of that kind of small apartment?" She was suddenly interested.

"Narrow, small, old."

Young master Jun is very direct. He has been "wronged" in that place for several months because she has to choose such a small old apartment. He can only live upstairs.

Of course, Qiao bao'er knew that his uncle disliked him very much. She turned her head to look around the scenery and said strangely, "I think a smaller house is very good."

Jun Zhi Mu's eyes were slightly stunned. He looked at her and thought for a while. They continued to walk to the main house side by side and didn't speak any more.

The servants are busy cooking vegetables and preparing dinner.

Qiao bao'er goes to the living room of the main house to sit and wait for food. By the way, she talks with aunt Fang about her twin sons.

Qiao Baoer's twin sons were born by caesarean section one month before the due date of delivery. The two babies were premature. Fortunately, they were taken good care of later. Now they are half year old, and their small body is healthy. However, there is a small problem. The baby loves to cry.

"Crying?"

Qiao bao'er listened to Aunt Fang tell her something about children.

She frowned and thought about it. She turned her head and looked at the man beside her seriously. "I didn't like to cry when I was a child. I must have inherited your herding..."

Aunt Fang couldn't help laughing.

Their young shepherd didn't know how good he was when he was a child. He didn't cry when he fell over.

Jun Zhimu raised his head and glanced at her quickly. Then he continued to read the newspaper in his hand, but he didn't say anything.

Aunt Fang knew that the young master of their shepherd was tacit. Usually, no one dared to comment on him. If the old man heard it at home, he would be very happy.

It has to be said that with Qiao bao'er in, their Jun's house seems to be more lively.

"Serve."

Junzhimu put down his newspaper and went to the restaurant to wash her hands. Aunt Fang immediately went into the kitchen and ordered the dishes to be served.

The dining table of Jun's family is long and wide. Now she and Jun Zhimu are dining together. The table is full of rich dishes, all of which she likes. She has a good appetite and eats half a bowl more.

"Young lady, do you like the dishes made by this new cook?"

Seeing that she had a good appetite, aunt Fang immediately gave her half a bowl of sea cucumber soup and asked her happily.

It's been half a year since Qiao bao'er left Jun's house. At that time, she was very picky and had a big stomach. In the past, the kitchen was always wary, and she was replaced by master Zhimu with several chefs. Aunt Fang was very pleased to see that she was eating so happily now.

Qiao bao'er's look at the aunt above was very ashamed.

Eyes subconsciously toward the side of the king of the shepherd to see, he is still so elegant dining rules, he is very good to raise, eat very casually.

On the contrary, she has been picky about food since she was a child. If there are scallion grains in soup, she will pick them out, and she will take a few mouthfuls of fried scallion. Steamed buns only eat steamed bread, not stuffing... She was taught by her father and grandfather. Even Mr. Jun could not help staring at her, but Mr. Jun never said anything about her.

He was really nice to her.

In fact, she knew that before. Junzhimu had done a lot for her, but he never told her that Qiao Baoer admitted that she was rather slow. She needed time to really understand him.

As for junzhimu, why did he know her temperament from the beginning.

Junzhimu has a lot of business to deal with. Before supper is over, she calls him. When Qiao bao'er sees him talking about business, she whispers to him that she will go to the baby room to see her twin son. Without waiting for him to answer, she runs away.

baby's room.

The two little guys are still sleeping in their cots. They are white and tender with eyes closed. Their eyelashes are very long. They are cute and simple. They are wrapped in soft quilts. They breathe gently and are very quiet.

Qiao bao'er squatted by the bedside, staring at the baby.

"Young lady, do you want to hold them?" In the baby room, the maid asked her in a low voice.

This is her son, but Qiao bao'er hasn't hugged them. I don't know what it's like to hold such a small baby.

"No, let them sleep." Qiao Baoer's voice is very low.

She calmly refused, but she was shocked. The little baby looked very weak, as if it had to be held very carefully. If it was too hard, it would hurt them.

It is said that children need enough sleep when they are young. They have to sleep more than 15 hours every day.

She didn't feed them, change their diapers, or hold them... But she really stayed by the children's cot and watched them sleeping quietly, but her heart was very peaceful.

"Can I sleep here at night?" She asked suddenly.

The maid didn't know how to answer for a moment. A figure of Yingting came in and said, "take them to the main bedroom."

Qiao bao'er turns to see that junzhimu is standing outside the door.

The maid habitually hesitated for a moment, quickly nodded, "yes." If the master is at home, he will certainly disagree, but now their young man has the final say.

The maid picked up the baby carefully, and some other people moved the little bed to the master bedroom of Dongyuan with light hands and feet. Everyone's movements were very light, but these little movements still woke up the baby.

Wow, the baby cried impolitely.

The maid held the child and coaxed him nervously in a low voice. As usual, their young master really loved to cry and didn't sell his account.

Qiao bao'er saw them crying for the first time. It was very sad to hear the cry.

As she approached, the child was crying, her eyes were full of crystal clear tears, and her blue pupils were clear, beautiful and flexible.

Her son is really beautiful, probably inherited from you.

Unlike other mothers, Qiao Baoer coaxed the baby in a hurry. She looked at the baby for a while, reached out and touched the baby's soft face, "crying so seriously."

The maid was dismayed.

Almost subconsciously asked, "young lady, do you want to hug him?" Although she was not as excited and enthusiastic as other mothers, she could feel that their young wife liked their children very much.

Qiao bao'er's expression is a little strange. Then she turns her head and suddenly shouts, "junzhimu, you hold him."

Junzhimu was really stunned for a second.

Junzhimu didn't say anything. He approached and held the crying little son in his generous arms from the maid's hand. He held the little boy in one hand and looked at Qiao bao'er with deep eyes.

In fact, the woman wanted to hold the baby, but she was a little timid.

Qiao bao'er has a lot of courage, but she is slow-moving and not easy to get close to others. She needs time to adapt and accept slowly. She must have enough patience. He knows her that way.

With one look in her eyes, he knew what she wanted.

Qiao bao'er looks at another child and drags Jun Zhimu's arm to remind him, "and that, you forget your brother."

In fact, the brother of twins does not like to cry. It is his brother who loves to cry. As soon as a ghost cries, his brother will learn from him. Quiet children have no sense of existence.

The servants in the room were in a very complicated mood, looking at their shepherd young master holding two babies in his left and right hands.

The baby is tired of crying. Their little heads are bent over their father's left and right shoulders, while their little wife follows closely. She whispers in curiosity and surprise.

"Junzhimu, they don't cry any more."

"Junzhimu, they are looking at me."

"Are they hungry..."

Jun Zhimu, holding the two children, has a steady step. He looks at the road ahead and doesn't answer her. He listens to her quietly and keeps asking curiously. His eyes are cold and soft.

He likes her like this, she will look at him, a lot of words, very good.