My Wife Is The Final Boss

The noon wind was warm, but when it blew across the Tianming Peak, it turned into a wisp of fresh air, took a circle around the house, and returned to the sky.

The room is inlaid with flint, which is warm and comfortable.

Miss Yun seemed to be out of breath, lying softly on the bed, her body was exhausted by the sunlight, and she couldn't lift a bit of energy... But after a while, some interest came, and she propped herself up and looked at the novel in her hand.

Careful, reading the somewhat bumpy love story in the book.

Her way of reading is very interesting. When she encounters an incomprehensible plot, she substitutes the names of her and Xu Changan into the male and female protagonists...you can understand 20 to 30% of the meaning.

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At this time, Yun Qian had light makeup on her face and rouge on her lips.

Early in the morning, Xu Changan was working on Mu Yufeng. She was idle when she was alone, so she tried to wear makeup.

Actually, as long as Yun Qian wants to learn makeup, she can do better than the most skilled makeup girl in the world at any time.

But for Miss Yun, makeup skills are not the point, nor is it important to make yourself look better in a conventional sense.

What kind of makeup can make your husband like it... that's the point.

What she is studying is the most profound subject in the world.

Yun Qian once thought that Xu Changan would like Xu Changan in nice clothes, but it turns out that Xu Changan likes her has nothing to do with what clothes she wears, or even whether she has clothes.

Then she tried to wear some clothes in between, but Xu Changan liked it, but he would soon let her change it.

Yun Qian lowered her head, looked at her bright red and green floral dress, and blinked her big eyes.

The clothes that can make Xu Changan laugh and make him wear all the time... It seems that only such clothes are tacky, or even funny, in the eyes of ordinary people.

It seems that with this color scheme, no girl would wear it in the brothel.

Her husband's aesthetics... It's really unpredictable.

"..."

Yun Qian put a plate of candied fruit in her hand, she opened her mouth lightly, pinched a candied fruit to make sure it wouldn't rub her mouth fat, then ate it carefully, then flipped the novel gently with her other hand.

Looking at the handwriting she liked, eating candied fruit, and reading stories, Yun Qian squinted her eyes comfortably, revealing a happiness that few people have ever seen, relaxed and with her daughter's attitude.

Such comfort is a rare thing for her.

Her posture is casual and lazy. If someone else does the same posture, it will look frivolous, but in Miss Yun, there is a kind of quiet elegance.

Tired.

She leaned over, put her hands on the book, and fell asleep on her arms.

"..."

Qianyun moved westward, and a little sunlight fell on Yunqian's face along the window, gilding her sleeping face with a layer of golden light, soft with a bit of amorous feelings.

No one can see this scene.

So this scene was watched.

Xu Changan pushed open the door, walked into Yun Qian's boudoir, looked at the messy bottles and jars on the dresser, sorted out the rouge box and walked to the couch. Rouge, there is an indescribable surprise in her eyes.

He never thought that such slightly bright makeup would be so suitable on Yun Qian's face.

But a good-looking girl just wants to be beautiful no matter what.

Blinking his eyes, looking at Yun Qian's rouge, Xu Changxin thought about the taste of this rouge... It's really not bad. It wasn't as astringent as he thought, but it was a little sweet.

He covered Yun Qian with a layer of satin, picked up the candied fruit on the couch and put it on the table, then walked into the study, looked at the paper on the table, and took advantage of the situation to clean up the ink that was already dry.

"How long has she been practicing calligraphy for?"

Xu Changan reluctantly flipped through the poems copied by Yun Qian, but very quickly, his expression changed from helplessness to appreciation and seriousness.

Sure enough... I have seen so many words, including Xianmen, and I felt the most when I saw Miss Yun's words in the end.

The pen is full of ink, the dragon and snake dance in the courtyard, and it does not lose the delicacy and beauty that is unique to the daughter's family.

Xu Changan felt that the shape of his calligraphy was partly similar to Yun Qian's characters, which should be influenced by his subtle influence.

It's as if he looks a little better now, closer to Yun Qian.

People are married.

There are even words.

"..."

Xu Changan slowly flipped through the poems copied by Yun Qian, looking at each one very carefully, so time passed so slowly, while Xu Changan was still immersed in Yun Qian's handwriting, Yun Qian's afternoon nap was over.

Yun Qian lifted the silk and satin on her body, stepped lightly on her embroidered shoes to the front of the study, leaned on the door frame and yawned, and then a few sleepy rhymes appeared in her eyes.

Xu Changan also came back to his senses. He raised his head and found that Yun Qian was looking at him with "affectionate" eyes. He got up, took out a handkerchief and wiped it in the corner of Yun Qian's eyes, then asked, "Are you awake?"

"Um."

Yun Qian nodded and said, "Why are you here again?"

"I'm not welcome?" Xu Changan was taken aback.

"do not know."

Yun Qian thought to herself that she thought she could not rush to meet before, to experience the "hardships" and "hardships" between "Little Biesheng Newlyweds" and a lover. The result was three days after three days after three days. , and finally see Xu Changan every day.

"You can't leave me?" Yun Qian asked.

"Miss, do you think I am such a worthless person?"

"Um."

"..."

After a cough, Xu Changan reluctantly pointed at Yun Qian's tacky clothes: "Why are you dressed like this again..."

"do not like?"

"It's okay to wear it at home." Xu Changan looked at Yun Qian's expressionless, indifferent demeanor, and said with a little difficulty, "It's... cute?"

Because of the contrast, this cuteness will be more obvious.

"The makeup on the face is..."

"I made it myself."

Yun Qian raised her head and subconsciously wanted to purse her lips, but she held back because she wanted to avoid wiping off her rouge.

"Well..." Xu Changan fell silent.

Is she complacent?

Yun Qian looked at the smile on Xu Changan's face and was a little puzzled.

Before falling asleep, the makeup on her face was well protected.

"Very suitable." Xu Changan said seriously: "But... it took me."

Yun Qian blinked, looked into the mirror, and said calmly, "You are late."

"My fault." Xu Changan walked to Yun Qian's side suddenly, a cloud of water vapor appeared in his hand, and pressed it directly on Yun Qian's face.

"Hmm." Yun Qian slipped, and Xu Changan held her hand to stabilize her body.

When Xu Changan removed the spiritual energy, the makeup that had smeared on her face disappeared, revealing her original face.

His fingers brushed over Yun Qian's chin and said, "Come with me."

Yun Qian followed him from the study back to the boudoir and asked, "Is there something you want to say?"

"That's right." Xu Changan and Yun Qian sat down on the couch together, and didn't speak.

"Isn't there something wrong?" Yun Qian looked at Xu Changan who said nothing, and blinked.

"No hurry." Xu Changan looked at the trance between Yun Qian's brows that had not yet dissipated, and said helplessly, "You wake up first."

He always felt that Yun Qian was still stunned, so he was in no hurry to speak the truth.

And there are still some hours before the appointment with Wen Li. He is thinking about how to entertain this senior sister.

Xianmen has everything, and Wenli lacks everything, but...their husband and wife always have to entertain.

have dinner together?

Or... a simple pot of tea?

……

Xu Changan did not speak.

While Xu Changan was sitting on the edge of the bed thinking, Yun Qian was next to him. After thinking about it, he took the candied fruit plate on the table and put it on Xu Changan's lap. He threw his shoes on the couch and knelt down. Sit aside and use his legs as a table.

She is in a good mood.

So the weather is good.

In recent days, the weather in Chaoyun Sect has been fickle, and the wind has come and gone.

Yun Qian took out a candied fruit and put it in her mouth, feeling the sweetness and sourness on the tip of her tongue. After swallowing the candied fruit, she spit out the core of the candied fruit and wrapped it in a handkerchief. Then she looked at Xu Changan and asked, "What do you think?"

"I'm thinking..." Xu Changan was suddenly interrupted.

Because Yun Qian took advantage of his opening, put the cored candied fruit into his mouth, and then asked, "How does it taste?"

She just found a topic for Xu Changan to talk about, and didn't care much about what he was thinking.

"Miss, the candied fruit you eat is too sweet..." Xu Changan sighed softly while eating candied fruit, looking at her shapely figure.

In general, girls' families would not dare to eat these sweet foods on weekdays. Some of the outer sect disciples in the outer sect deacon hall who have not yet opened their doors often use cultivation instead of eating.

Anyway, he didn't understand why a girl like Yun Qian who didn't exercise, ate a lot of sugar and didn't gain weight.

Although Yun Qian has a fuller circle than when they first met, this is a "circle" in the sense of praise.

"I like sweets." Yun Qian said truthfully.

"If such a young lady were to meet me, who had only just entered the island, I'd be shocked," Xu Changan said.

"Everyone can change." Yun Qian said, "There is nothing in the world that stays the same."

This is the rule.

"Do people change?" Xu Changan thought about the guests he was going to entertain today, and felt that Senior Sister Wen had changed from being arrogant to gentle. It wasn't because he didn't know her well enough before.

So... is Miss Yun the same way?

Actually, she hasn't changed?

The once beautiful and terrifying Yun Qian flashed in Xu Chang'an's mind, and then looked at this wife who knocked off the candied fruit core with her shell teeth and wore a floral dress, the corners of her eyes twitched.

Sure enough, people cannot be generalized.

Time is really a "cruel" word.

However, since Miss Yun has been changing all the time, she has never started to cultivate, and it can be said that it is a matter of course.

"I'll find a guide for you, miss," he said.

"Is it a girl?"

"Of course it's a girl."

"I see."

"..."

Xu Changan watched Yun Qian continue to eat candied fruit, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he reached out and took the plate in her hand, and said helplessly, "Is there nothing to ask?"

"Should I ask?" Yun Qian tilted her head and said, "You have arranged everything, I will listen to you."

For Yun Qian, the most important thing is that if the guide is a "girl's family", the rest doesn't matter.

Xu Changan looked at Yun Qian's unconcerned eyes, and still explained: "It's my senior sister in Mu Yufeng, called Wen Li, the gentle Wen, the pear of the pear flower."

Yun Qian thought that Xu Changan had told her about this person before.

"Oh~www.readwn.com~ I'm not very clear about what I said, it's not the civet cat's civet flower, but the pear flower of Sydney and Liyuan." Xu Changan said.

"it's the same."

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Yun Qian thought for a while and said, "She's here to teach me?"

"Senior Sister Wen is a very powerful person, we are lucky." Xu Changan said.

"I'll call her Senior Sister too?" Yun Qian asked.

"You decide on the question of the name. Strictly speaking, the guide is not a master and apprentice." Xu Changan said, "Senior Sister Wen said she would come tonight. I will accompany the young lady to meet her... The next thing is your business."

"That's what made me listen to her?"

"The question of cultivation is up to her."

"learn."

Yun Qian swallowed the candied fruit in her mouth, she got up and sat down beside Xu Changan, and said, "She's coming over at night?"

"Yeah." Xu Changan hugged Yun Qian's waist and said, "So... I'm thinking about how to entertain Senior Sister Wen."

"It's random." Yun Qian said, and suddenly found something, she carefully twisted a short, slightly transparent hair on the clothes on Xu Changan's chest, and asked, "What is this?"

Xu Changan looked at it, then was stunned for a moment, with a helpless expression on his face.

Weird.

His deacon's robe is too useless, the scent of rouge can't stop it, and it can't even stop the cat hair.

Or……

Did the dust-cleaning formation destroy Senior Sister Wen's sword?

"This is the hair of a raccoon cat, it's called Xiaohua, I told you before, Miss." Xu Changan said.

"I remember." Yun Qian nodded: "Do you like these little things?"

It's not impossible for him to keep a raccoon flower as a pet.

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