Qi Liangyu shook his head and chased out to find his sister.

In the apartment, Ji Changmu returned to the kitchen.

He made a plate of broccoli ham, a plate of corn and shrimp, as well as sweet and sour pork ribs and tomato soup. They were all home-cooked dishes that didn't take much effort to make.

When dinner was ready, the little girl locked herself in the room and did not come out.

Ji Changmu went to knock on the door in person, and the door panel banged loudly: "Qiao Muyuan, come out to eat."

"Don't eat."

"Why don't you eat it again? Come out."

"Don't eat, don't eat, you're so annoyed."

"Qiao Muyuan, is it appropriate for you to let me, a patient, coax you?"

"I didn't ask you to coax. If you don't like coaxing, then don't do it. There are many people in this world who need your coaxing."

"Why are you so angry with me again?"

"Ji Changmu, I didn't make trouble with you."

"The names were all called."

After saying that, Ji Changmu didn't knock on the door again, he went to get the key and came over.

When the door opened, the little girl was lying on the bed crying. As soon as he came in, she hurriedly wiped her eyes.

Ji Changmu suddenly picked her up in a princess hug and carried her out of the bedroom.

"Ji Changmu! Ji Changmu! Let go! Don't hug me!"

He put her down at the dining table. Her body was still very weak. He held the table with both hands and breathed for a while, frowning: "Don't be angry with me, I'm still sick."

Seeing that his face was pale, Qiao Muyuan did not dare to speak anymore and sat depressed.

He personally handed the chopsticks to her hand: "The little princess of the Qiao family is really a little princess. She has to be held by me all the way through the meal. Do you want me to feed you? Huh?"

"No." She didn't want to be angry with him anymore.

Ji Changmu's stomach couldn't bear what was on the table, so he cooked the porridge by himself.

The two of them sat facing each other on the small dining table.

He coughed for a while, then slowly picked up the bowl and ate the porridge. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and temples.

Qiao Muyuan saw that he had cooked several dishes and knew that they were cooked for her, but what did she mean to him? A guest? A student? Or a worse relationship?

She picked up her rice bowl and ate her rice without touching the vegetables much, her eyes sparkling with water.

He took the initiative to pick up some food for her: "Why don't you eat it? It's not to your liking?"

She really wanted to live up to her expectations and never see him again, but she was also greedy for the warmth that belonged to him and the different feeling he gave her. It was a feeling that she couldn't get with anyone else and was irreplaceable.

She just doesn't live up to her expectations.

The atmosphere is somewhat deserted.

Qiao Muyuan ate his meal without talking to him.

Ji Changmu smiled sarcastically and said calmly: "In order to have a meal with you alone, I shut out all my friends for many years. I am very rude due to both emotions and reasons, but I didn't want to please you.

Your face. I drag my sick body to cook you a meal, but you don’t seem to appreciate it.”

Qiao Muyuan still said nothing.

Ji Changmu sighed and stopped talking.

The atmosphere is slightly chilly.

The housekeeping aunt arrived just in time, and it was Ji Changmu who opened the door.

Auntie greeted me warmly and started to clean up the apartment.

Feifei's cat jumped up and down, and soon jumped to Ji Changmu's feet.

Ji Changmu picked it up from the ground, held it in his arms, and rubbed its little head with his fingers: "Feifei, you have a very bad temper. I can't coax it. How about you go and coax it? Hmm."

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"Meow..." the kitten meowed, putting on a cute expression.
Chapter completed!