Hundreds of millions of pets: BOSS marriage addiction addiction

Chapter 8 Hao or Jun Hao!
However, the servants in Xiayuan are all professionally trained and carefully selected from tens of thousands of servants. They will not gossip everywhere, but as a servant, who doesn't want the master to have a good life.

The meticulous housekeeper bowed to them first, and then asked: "Sir, madam, can I have dinner?"

Tong Junhao nodded, and supported Nan Jin's waist to open the seat for her.

Nan Jin pulled the corners of her lips and smiled at Tong Junhao. No matter how unhappy Tong Junhao lost his temper with her just now, she still remembered to leave enough face for the man in front of the servants, so hello, everyone. good.

As soon as the two of them sat down on the chairs, Nan Jin saw that under the leadership of the housekeeper, a group of cooks put the prepared meals on the table.

The breakfast was not as rich as usual, it could be described as a combination of Chinese and Western. Nan Jin was dazzled again, opened his mouth, and finally swallowed the words back.

Although the environment in which she grew up was not as luxurious as this one, Nan Jin did not lose any of the etiquette that should be learned. Subconsciously, she sat upright. Nan Jin put her hands flat on the table, very rigorous and standard.

Tong Junhao frowned, put one hand on his chin, and asked casually, "What do you want to eat?"

Nan Jin bit her lip, if she was a qualified lady from a famous family, she should say at this time: "Thank you, I can do anything."

However, she is not.

Nan Jin stared intently at the bowl of red bean porridge in the middle of the table, wanting to eat it, but it was a bit far away from her, if she didn't eat it, she would be greedy!
"Like this?" Without waiting for the butler to do anything, Tong Junhao stretched out his long arms and put the red bean porridge in front of her.

Nan Jin blinked, "Thank you."

Tong Junhao nodded and began to eat breakfast. His habit is to have a glass of milk, two slices of bread, and a fried egg every morning.

Of course today was no exception, that is to say, Miss Nan didn't realize that today's breakfast was made so rich because of her.

As a result, apart from a bowl of red bean porridge, Miss Nan only ate a bean paste bun.

"Is it delicious?" Tong Junhao asked with raised eyebrows as he watched her finish a bowl of red bean porridge.

"Delicious." Nan Jin nodded to Tong Junhao, and the terrified chef standing beside him immediately wiped the sweat from his forehead with relief.

Nan Jin: "..."

This is how nervous she is and how afraid she is, the newly appointed wife, so that she will be sweating profusely in this winter.

She didn't know that the chef was not afraid of Nan Jin, but that Nan Jin would say that the breakfast was not delicious, and they would face the training of remaking.

Tong Junhao raised his eyelids lightly, took a sip of red bean porridge in Nan Jin's hand calmly, and said, "It's just delicious."

The light and fluttering tone made the chef tremble in fright. He looked at Nan Jin with awe in his eyes, bowed and said, "Yes, sir, I will practice more."

Nan Jin never dreamed that a word she uttered casually would be taken as a deterrent by others, and she was speechless in her heart.

"It's already pretty good. It's because I was used to the same taste before, so I feel the difference." Nan Jin explained while slandering Tong Junhao for being domineering. I'm afraid that those who work under this man will often be asked to rework.

In the past two years of training, she is no longer that ungrounded young lady. In this society where people can only survive by looking at people's faces, the edges and corners of her body are almost smoothed out.

In this summer garden where we still can't tell the enemy from ourselves, it's better not to make enemies first.

Tong Junhao nodded calmly, and in an instant, he had already grasped Nan Jin's thoughts, "Are you full? Let's go when you are full."

"Okay." Nan Jin breathed a sigh of relief, slowly stood up from the chair, and raised his hands and feet with endless elegance.

After changing their shoes at the entrance, the two of them went out. Somehow, the snow in the summer garden only cleared out a few paths that must be passed, leaving the rest of the manor covered by white snow.

"It's so beautiful!" Seeing the white snow all over the sky at that moment, Nan Jin's heart was shocked, and her whole chest was filled with joy, like a bird released from its cage, Nan Jin in a big red down jacket quickly ran towards the snow.

Yuan Zi'an once said that Nan Jin is a very contradictory person. She obviously loves red, but she can't walk when she sees the white snow all over the sky. There is no response.

Tong Junhao, who originally wanted to stop her, stopped involuntarily when he saw the happy smile on her face, and stood quietly on the spot, watching her snow-white hands pick up a handful of snow from the ground, and then scattered flowers from the sky like a goddess. Hands scattered.

Such a beauty, such a pure smile, seemed to have made him wait for thousands of years.

Nan Jin, who was on the spur of the moment, didn't know that this picture was permanently fixed in Tong Junhao's mind. He pursed his lips, and the faint smile on his lips could hardly be seen, but those who were familiar with Tong Junhao knew that Tong Sanshao was very happy today.

"Sir, look, the plane..." The housekeeper stood up from behind and reminded weakly.

The obsessed Mr. Tong who was looking at it threw a saber at him, "Wait."

"...Yes." The housekeeper took out her pager to convey the news to the airport. Before she could say anything, she heard Tong Junhao say, "Prepare a dry towel."

"Yes."

The dry towel was delivered as quickly as possible. Just as he was about to deliver it to Nan Jin, Tong Junhao took the towel first and walked towards the woman in the snow.

There is a little red in the white snow, so dazzling, but so lonely.

"Is it cool?" Tong Junhao stood still in front of her, the snow in Nan Jin's hand fell to the ground involuntarily, a little dazed, even a little annoyed, this man must be very angry, right?It must be because she was playful and delayed the time to catch the plane.

"Wipe." The man didn't seem to expect her to answer his question, so he wiped the sweat off her face with a towel.

Nan Jin was stunned and forgot to reflect.

If you say a slap and a sweet date, Tong Junhao gave too much sweet date, right?
"It's time to go to the airport." He casually tossed the towel to the housekeeper who was not far behind him, took Nan Jin's hand and walked in another direction along the opened path.

Nan Jin murmured. Experience has shown that pretending to be obedient in front of this man is much less painful than being rebellious.

So, why suffer when you can enjoy it?

Anyway, on the wedding night, the groom's private meeting with her is covered for him, so what else can't be done?

So, Miss Nan happily chose, pretending to be obedient and stupid.

Let him lead her back and forth in the huge manor, and from time to time a man will introduce her something, Nan Jin secretly remembers it in her heart for future contingencies.

After walking for about 10 minutes, Nan Jin felt that the pattern in front of her eyes was getting wider and wider, but she could see that it was still within the scope of Xia Yuan. She couldn't help but asked with some doubts: "Aren't we going to the airport?"

"It'll be there soon." Tong Junhao put her hands into his pockets together, warm, with a man's unique body temperature, and the words in his mouth made her even more inexplicable.

Finally, Nan Jin's doubts disintegrated when she saw a huge private jet on the parking lot.

However, new doubts also arise.

Two years ago, she had never heard of such a number one person in Qingcheng, and she left Qingcheng for two years, did Tong Junhao rise?

This statement is too far-fetched, but apart from this, Nan Jin really can't think of anything else for a while.

All the staff members on the private plane were ready to go. Seeing Tong Junhao walking over holding Nan Jin's hand, the new special assistant strode over immediately, "Sir, madam."

Tong Junhao asked casually, "Where is the first stop?"

"Tokyo, Japan."

Nan Jin glanced at him in surprise, she was surprised, but she didn't show it, she obediently acted like a vase.

Tong Junhao personally supported Nan Jin on the plane. The private jet was as luxurious as Nan Jin imagined, with a bedroom, a living room, a meeting room and an independent dining room. The bedroom also had an independent bathroom.

In the living room, Nan Jin and Tong Junhao sat down together. As a good subordinate of the BOSS, Xin Tezhu immediately put a distribution map of tourist attractions in Tokyo, Japan in front of the two of them, "Sir, madam, you can check in advance what you want to play The place."

Tong Junhao nodded, but in the next second he pushed the distribution map in front of Nan Jin, "See if there is anything you want to play?"

Nan Jin doesn't like Japan very much, because she doesn't like it, so she doesn't know much about it. After watching it for a few seconds, she loses interest, "Mr. Tong is still you..."

"Hao or Junhao!" One hand rested on the sofa behind her, the other hand was placed on the knee, beating the knee very rhythmically.

"Karma?" Nan Jin's eyes widened blankly, is there any difference between this? "Well, Tong, Mr. Tong, I think..."

"Hao or Junhao!" The man turned his head straight and stared at her.

"Tong..."

"Hao!"

"..." Nan Jin has one head and two big ones!
Hao?It's too ambiguous, and she's not his lover or anything.

Junhao?It's too formal, and she's not his parents.

Tong Junhao?I guess this man will hack her, right?
By the way, Ms. Nan, you are not someone's lover, not someone's parents, but someone's medium is marrying a wife who swore in front of God and his old man!
Nan Jin was caught in a small tangle, but the man stared at her closely, raised her chin with one hand, and repeated, "Hao or Junhao!"

"Jun...Junhao!" Nan Jin stuttered and murmured.

"That's right." The man nodded, pinched Nan Jin's chin and placed a soft kiss on her lips, "It sounds good, let me say it again."

So, Miss Nan happily chose, pretending to be obedient and stupid.

Let him lead her back and forth in the huge manor, and from time to time a man will introduce her something, Nan Jin secretly remembers it in her heart for future contingencies.

Nan Jin murmured. Experience has shown that pretending to be obedient in front of this man is much less painful than rebelliousness.

So, why suffer when you can enjoy it?

Anyway, on the wedding night, the groom's private meeting with her is covered for him, so what else can't be done?

So, Miss Nan happily chose, pretending to be obedient and stupid.

Let him lead her back and forth in the huge manor, and from time to time a man will introduce her something, Nan Jin secretly remembers it in her heart for future contingencies.

After walking for about 10 minutes, Nan Jin felt that the pattern in front of her eyes was getting wider and wider, but she could see that it was still within the scope of Xia Yuan. She couldn't help but asked with some doubts: "Aren't we going to the airport?"

"It'll be there soon." Tong Junhao put her hands into his pockets together, warm, with a man's unique body temperature, and the words in his mouth made her even more inexplicable.

Finally, Nan Jin's doubts disintegrated when she saw a huge private jet on the parking lot.

However, new doubts also arise.

Two years ago, she had never heard of such a number one person in Qingcheng, and she left Qingcheng for two years, did Tong Junhao rise?

This statement is too far-fetched, but apart from this, Nan Jin really can't think of anything else for a while.

All the staff members on the private plane were ready to go. Seeing Tong Junhao walking over holding Nan Jin's hand, the new special assistant strode over immediately, "Sir, madam."

Tong Junhao asked casually, "Where is the first stop?"

"Tokyo, Japan."

Nan Jin glanced at him in surprise, she was surprised, but she didn't show it, she obediently acted like a vase.

Tong Junhao personally supported Nan Jin on the plane. The private jet was as luxurious as Nan Jin imagined, with a bedroom, a living room, a meeting room and an independent dining room. The bedroom also had an independent bathroom.

In the living room, Nan Jin and Tong Junhao sat down together. As a good subordinate of the BOSS, Xin Tezhu immediately put a distribution map of tourist attractions in Tokyo, Japan in front of the two of them, "Sir, madam, you can check in advance what you want to play The place."

Tong Junhao nodded, but in the next second he pushed the distribution map in front of Nan Jin, "See if there is anything you want to play?"

Nan Jin doesn't like Japan very much, because she doesn't like it, so she doesn't know much about it. After watching it for a few seconds, she loses interest, "Mr. Tong is still you..."

"Hao or Junhao!" One hand rested on the sofa behind her, the other hand was placed on the knee, beating the knee very rhythmically.

"Karma?" Nan Jin's eyes widened blankly, is there any difference between this? "Well, Tong, Mr. Tong, I think..."

"Hao or Junhao!" The man turned his head straight and stared at her.

"Tong..."

"Hao!"

"..." Nan Jin has one head and two big ones!
Hao?It's too ambiguous, and she's not his lover or anything.

Junhao?It's too formal, and she's not his parents.

Tong Junhao?I guess this man will hack her, right?
By the way, Ms. Nan, you are not someone's lover, not someone's parents, but someone's medium is marrying a wife who swore in front of God and his old man!
Nan Jin was caught in a small tangle, but the man stared at her closely, raised her chin with one hand, and repeated, "Hao or Junhao!"

"Jun...Junhao!" Nan Jin stuttered and murmured.

"That's right." The man nodded, pinched Nan Jin's chin and placed a soft kiss on her lips, "It sounds good, let's say it again."

Nan Jin: "..." Speaking of Mr. Tong, do you lack love?What about lack of love?Still missing love (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

(End of this chapter)