The next day, Qiao Muyuan got up very late.

She got up late and didn't plan to go to the studio anymore. She dressed, washed and went downstairs.

"Good morning, Miss. Mr. Ji has prepared breakfast for you. I'll heat it up for you." The servant came over.

"I have no appetite." Qiao Muyuan just woke up from the drunkenness, his eyes were full of tiredness, "Where are the others?"

"I'm going out. Mr. Ji said that he has a wine shop at noon and can only go back to Huanhua in the afternoon."

"Oh." Qiao Muyuan lowered his head and went to the study to sort out manuscripts and project materials. He carried his drawing board and notebook to work on the sunny top floor alone.

But Qiao Muyuan was always absent-minded, and some inappropriate memories appeared in his mind from time to time.

She has a good memory. When she went to Bincheng with Butler Zhong, she still remembered the scene of Ji Changmu and Tong Qian standing and chatting at the entrance of the alley in Bincheng.

At that time, Ji Changmu was still a handsome young man, with the aloofness and aloofness of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old, but also the aloofness and handsomeness of a teenager, which was completely different from now.

At that time, Tong Qian was also young, as old as Ji Changmu. She was wearing a beautiful white dress and was pretty and graceful.

The two of them were so well-matched, and they were once described by others as a handsome man and a talented woman.

What's more, they are a little different from ordinary couples. They grew up together, are childhood sweethearts, and are close neighbors.

Tong Qian can also play the violin. Perhaps, when she played the violin on a sunny afternoon, the young man also stopped to listen and fell in love with her.

Ji Changmu now knew that she had been to Bincheng, but he didn't know that she still had such a memory in her mind.

Lingering.

Qiao Muyuan stopped painting and looked at the vast sky outside the floor, feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach.

Fragments of sunlight filtered through the clouds and fell on her long eyelashes. There was no trace of the rain last night.

Just in time, Yuan Qingqing called her.

"Mu Yuan, it's A Yu's birthday tomorrow night and there will be a party at the Bulgari Hotel. She said she sent you a WeChat message, but you haven't replied yet."

"I didn't look at my phone. I'll get back to her later and I'll go over."

"Okay, we just want to get together. Ayu and we are also old classmates, we are both in the same class."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Muyuan packed up a backpack and returned to the beach house.

Ji Changmu is busy with work, and these days are JY's highlight moments, so he may not have time to spend with her.

Besides, she didn't want him to accompany her these two days.

Qiao Muyuan returned to the seaside.

Ji Changmu returned to Huanhua at two or three o'clock in the afternoon, but Qiao Muyuan was not there.

She didn't even eat the breakfast he made for her.

What Shen Fangzhou said yesterday bothered her? Ever since Shen Fangzhou left, she had ignored him.

He couldn't figure out the little girl's thoughts again. Why did he care so much about what happened more than ten years ago?

Shen Fangzhou also had no clue. Qiao Muyuan would not know those words as long as a few people in the dormitory didn't tell them.

Ji Changmu changed into a pair of slippers, took off his suit jacket and called Qiao Muyuan.

The other end picked up but said nothing.

Ji Changmu took the initiative to speak: "Are you sober? Are you feeling very unwell? I heard from the servant that you went to the beach."

"No discomfort."

"Why didn't you have breakfast?"

"No appetite."

"Are you going back to Huanhua today?"

"I won't be going back these days. I'm very busy at work and many friends invite me to dinner."

"JY Group is in Qiongzhou, I should go back to Qiongzhou next week."

"good."

Ji Changmu suddenly stopped talking.
Chapter completed!