It was around two or three o'clock that Qiao Muyuan pulled the blanket over him, leaned softly on the sofa and yawned: "I seem to be sleepy."

"Go take a bath and go to bed early." Ji Changmu also knew it was getting late, so he turned off the TV, "Let's go upstairs together."

"There are several guest rooms, you can choose one yourself. The maids will clean it every day."

"Um."

Ji Changmu doesn't need to worry about her, as his ability to take care of himself is much better than hers.

He first walked her to the door of the bedroom. Qiao Muyuan walked into the bedroom and glanced at him before closing the door: "Good night."

"install."

Ji Changmu waited for the door to close before choosing the guest room closest to her and sleeping.

He still wasn't sleepy, so he turned on his phone and discovered that his mother, Yang Shuzheng, had also seen the news and sent him a text message.

Also, even mothers who don’t pay much attention to the news can’t avoid the abnormal airflow incident in airplanes that shocked the world.

I didn’t feel that much panic when I was on the plane at that time. Now looking at the professional analysis in the news reports, it turns out that the chance of survival is only 0.1%, which is an extremely small probability.

Ji Changmu was in a very calm mood at this moment. When he saw his mother sending him a text message, he also replied with "Peace".

Since leaving Qiongzhou, his mobile phone has been much quieter, and he has deliberately stopped contacting people in the past, so this time, he did not receive many messages.

Such an ordinary and peaceful environment is exactly what he wants.

He does not need to be responsible for the whole world, he only needs to take care of the people he cares about most.

…

Early the next morning, Qiao Muyuan stayed in bed.

She slept for a long time and had a long dream. She dreamed of being on a dark plane and being held tightly in Ji Changmu's arms.

Ji Changmu saw that she hadn't woken up for a long time, so he turned the door handle of the bedroom.

Seeing Qiao Muyuan sleeping with her head covered by the quilt, he walked over quietly, lifted a corner of the quilt, and pinched her face: "Qiao Muyuan, get up."

"Hmm."

"Qiao Muyuan."

He called several times in succession. Qiao Muyuan probably hadn't changed from the London environment yet, so she thought it was Butler Tao, but in a daze, she felt something was wrong. Butler Tao would never enter her bedroom.

Qiao Muyuan then opened his eyes, and saw Ji Changmu's face very close at hand, with three-dimensional facial features, deep eyebrows, and a high bridge of nose.

There was a smile on his face: "Is the jet lag reversed? It's ten o'clock in the morning New York time."

"Why are you lifting my quilt?" Qiao Muyuan pulled the quilt to cover herself. She was only wearing a taro purple pajamas, her left shoulder was slightly exposed to the air, and her lips were slightly pursed.

"Get up and have something to eat. The sun is shining outside today."

"Well...this is New York..."

"Are you still awake?" Ji Changmu sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down and looked down at her.

"My parents must know that I'm back." Qiao Muyuan sat up from the bed, his messy long hair hanging on his shoulders, but he had a different kind of lazy style, pure and beautiful, "I have to meet them.

"

"Take me?" he asked.

"Who are you..."

Qiao Muyuan pushed him away, put on her slippers and got out of bed, and rummaged in the closet for a long time.

Ji Changmu:?

She picked up a cream-yellow sweater that looked cute and cute, especially suitable for meeting parents, and picked a pair of casual pants before going into the bathroom to change clothes.
Chapter completed!