Rong Jincheng: Hehehehe.

Josnian: Get lost.

Rong Jincheng: Master Qiao...

Josnian didn't reply to him.

Rong Jincheng had no choice but to give up.

He lives in Jinyuan in the capital. The villa here has not been sold. There are usually a few servants who come to clean it. At night, it is relatively deserted.

In the past, he could be regarded as a powerful influencer in the capital, but unfortunately, all he had made were fair-weather friends, and he would never have any dealings with them again.

He admired Josnian's character, but unfortunately, Master Qiao ignored him.

Alas, ignore him.

Lying on the big bed in the villa bedroom, Rong Jincheng opened the photo album on his mobile phone and looked at the photos of his wife and children, his tenderness, his joy.

The night is getting darker, the west wind is blowing the branches, and the waning moon is hanging on the branches.

…

Christmas is coming and the weather is getting colder.

The north wind blows hard, and the branches in the morning are always covered with crystal frost flowers, which are rustling and cool, and the tips of the branches are frosty.

Little Youzi has to rehearse, and the rehearsal time happens to be every Sunday. Little Youzi misses Ji Changmu, but there is no other way, she has to go to school.

This morning, it was very cold. Little Yuzi, who had had breakfast, was wearing a short woolen coat and an off-white scarf. Under her cute bangs was a pair of watery eyes, full of energy and luster.

She called Ji Changmu again: "Good morning, little brother."

"Morning." Ji Changmu was in the school library. He came early and there were not many people in the library yet.

Ji Changmu, wearing a long gray coat, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the library, watching the sun gradually rise in the east. The orange light slowly penetrated the clouds. Under the light, Ji Changmu's white sweater made him look even cleaner.

Clean and moist, young and handsome.

"There is no class today."

"Well, you told me, I remember."

"Little Yuzi actually wants to go to class."

"If you change your mind, I can go to your house now."

"No, little Youzi can't change her mind." She pouted, "Little Youzi is going to rehearse, will you go and see it?"

"Not going."

"I knew it." Xiao Youzi said disappointedly, "Today is the violin rehearsal. Xiao Youzi plays the violin very well, but it's a pity that you can't hear it."

Ji Changmu didn't know that she could also play the violin, so he paused briefly and didn't know what to say.

In his mind was a scene of a girl sitting on a sunny rooftop playing the violin. At that time, he stood and listened, and a flock of chirping birds flew past him.

"Do you really have to come? If you come, Xiao Youzi will tell you the time and address. Xiao Youzi's shows are the third and ninth."

"Not going."

Ji Changmu's refusal was very decisive, even without thinking.

Hearing his response, Xiao Youzi was reluctant to let go of the phone: "Then... Xiao Youzi will go and play with you after the rehearsal."

"Qiao Muyuan, we are of different ages. I have my own life. Apart from tutoring, I don't want you to interfere too much in my life. I like quietness and don't like noise. Besides, I don't think you and I have any fun.

, if you just want to find someone to play with you, you can go to Shen Juan, or you can go to your classmates."

Little Yuzi was stunned again and again by what he said.

Although he said this many times, Xiao Yuzi felt sad every time he heard it.

In fact, she rarely had time to play with him, only once in a while.

He just doesn't want to play with her.
Chapter completed!