"Enter."

The maid opened the door but didn't go in. She whispered: "Mr. Ji, Miss Qiao is asleep downstairs."

"knew."

"Do you need me to carry her to bed? It's not very comfortable to sleep on the sofa."

"No, she's not that delicate."

"Oh, okay."

The maid didn't say anything, and she quietly went downstairs to make tea.

Today, it was a rare day for Mr. Ji to work at home, and she wanted to cook him his favorite drink, Longjing.

Qiao Muyuan hugged the pillow tightly on the sofa in the living room. She was probably a little cold. She curled up like a very small cat.

In her sleep, a pair of big hands picked her up from the sofa and carried her up to the second floor.

She smacked her lips but did not wake up.

Ji Changmu returned to his bedroom.

It was getting late, and it was time for him to take a shower, change clothes, and go out for dinner with the little girl.

The afternoon sun shone slantingly on his home, which was bleak in winter, but his home had a bit of fireworks.

After taking a shower, he spent a long time picking out clothes in the large wardrobe.

In the end, he chose the set Qiao Muyuan bought for him, including a coat, vest, and shirt, but no tie.

After getting dressed, he went downstairs and sat in the tea room, drinking tea and practicing calligraphy for a while.

"When I wake up from a sad dream, the setting sun shines deep in the courtyard."

The hollow incense burner in the tea room was filled with fine agarwood, which filled the room with a rich aroma. Even Jiang Ji Changmu's coat was dyed with a layer of agarwood incense.

The fragrance is lingering and the blue smoke is slowly blowing.

At dusk, Qiao Muyuan finally woke up.

She saw that she was sleeping on the big bed that seemed to belong to her again, and she squinted her eyes and looked out the window. Fortunately, it was not dark, otherwise the professor would say that she was not punctual again.

There was everything in the bathroom in the room. She washed her face and put on light makeup, jumped downstairs, and shouted: "Professor! Professor!"

The maid came out: "Miss Qiao, Mr. Ji is in the tea room, I'll go get him."

"Drinking tea alone?"

"Well, Mr. Ji often drinks tea and writes in the tea room alone."

"Well." Qiao Muyuan didn't say anything, but she vaguely felt that Changmu had not been happy these past few years.

Maybe it's an illusion.

Anyway, she was very happy when she saw him torturing her, and her eyes were always shining with a faint green light like a big bad wolf.

After about five minutes of touching, Ji Changmu came out.

Qiao Muyuan smiled happily when she saw him wearing the clothes she bought him last time: "Professor, the clothes I bought for you fit you very well."

"What do you mean you bought it for me?"

"Yes, yes, this is the compensation I gave to the professor." Qiao Muyuan said without saying anything more to him, "I have already booked the restaurant, shall we go there now?"

"Um."

Qiao Muyuan took the gift Ji Changmu gave her and went to the restaurant with him for dinner.

Ji Changmu did not let the driver drive, but drove the car himself.

The afterglow of dusk shone on the transparent glass, unable to cover up the brilliance in Qiao Muyuan's eyes, which shone brightly.

She was humming and chirping along the way, noisier than the sparrows in his yard.

At a red light intersection, he stopped the car and put his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.

"Qiao Muyuan, I've never seen the bracelet on your hand before."

"Are you talking about this?" Qiao Muyuan raised his hand in a good mood, "Guess who gave it to me."

"..."

"Guess!"

"Qin Zhao."

"No, you are just guessing."

"..." It was Ji Changmu's turn to remain silent.
Chapter completed!