Sure enough, Ji Changmu stopped typing on the keyboard, raised the corners of his lips, and said slowly: "Your father is right."

"..." Qiao Mu Yuanmo, is he admitting that he is not a good person?

"I'm going home. I'll go home and sleep today." Qiao Muyuan said.

"Afraid I'll eat you."

"I'm not afraid of you. I miss the big bear on my bed and want to sleep with it in my arms."

"Why don't you try holding me to sleep? Hmm?"

"No one in finance is really good." Qiao Muyuan muttered, "I'm going home."

With that said, she packed her bag regardless of whether Ji Changmu agreed or not.

"Qiao Muyuan, did you leave me here alone?"

"This is your home, it's not a strange place, and you're not a child anymore."

"I'm a patient, what did you promise me last night?"

Qiao Muyuan's hand stopped. She promised him last night that she would take care of him and not run around.

A gentleman's promise.

She had no choice but to put down her bag: "Then I'll accompany you."

"Yeah." Ji Changmu finally put his thoughts back and continued to focus on his notebook.

"But... can you get up and take a rest, or talk to me? You have been working all day, and I have been staying at your house all day."

Ji Changmu looked at her, closed his notebook, and stretched out his hand to her: "Help me up, I'm a patient."

Qiao Muyuan felt that his patient was quite squeamish.

She reluctantly went to help him, and just when her little hand was placed on his, Ji Changmu held her hand firmly and sat up, but did not let go for a long time.

The palms of their hands touched, and the dry and warm heat spread. Qiao Muyuan's heart jumped suddenly, and the heat seemed to spread all the way to her heart.

After a long time, Ji Changmu let go of his hand.

Qiao Muyuan's face felt hot.

"What do you want me to tell you?" He was sitting on the sofa, wearing loose and fitted gray home clothes, with clean short hair and gentle eyes.

"We..." Qiao Muyuan muttered for a long time, "Professor, I..."

"Huh?" His dark eyes stared at her for a long time.

Qiao Muyuan, who was usually lively and cheerful, suddenly became at a loss at this time, hesitating and didn't utter a single word for a long time.

His cell phone rang, breaking the silence between them.

It was a call from a customer.

Ji Changmu stood up to answer the phone. Qiao Muyuan swallowed his words and went to his study.

Qiao Muyuan sat at his desk, randomly picking out a book and reading it.

But she couldn't read a word, and her palms were still filled with the warmth and his breath.

During the six months since they reunited after a long absence, she had actually always wanted to ask him a question, the same question she almost asked just now, but she was afraid of hearing the answer.

She didn't know why all her decisiveness and bravery turned into hesitation and hesitation when facing him.

Not long after, Ji Changmu knocked on the study door and stood at the door.

He didn't come in. His tall body blocked the light at the door: "Qiao Muyuan, let me clean up the guest room for you. You can sleep here at night."

"Professor!" she blurted out, "I always feel that this is not good. I am alone and alone. I don't want my reputation anymore. If this spreads..."

"If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, how will it get out?"

"But it's still not right."

"What's wrong?" Ji Changmu frowned, acting like a gentleman.
Chapter completed!