Ji Changmu has a very strong sense of time. He said he would not delay even one minute after twenty minutes.

When he came back, there was a chill on his body. Qiao Muyuan quickly stuffed the thermos cup into his arms: "Is it particularly cold outside?"

"Um."

"What is this?" Qiao Muyuan saw a doll in his hand.

"It just so happened that the supermarket was holding a gift-giving event, and the host threw it into my arms."

"Then the host must be a woman."

Qiao Muyuan took out the doll, it was a little yellow man, very cute.

Qiao Muyuan hugged the minion along the way, but she didn't take it when she got off the car. She placed it squarely in front of the car: "Brother Ji, can you keep this in your car?"

"..." Ji Changmu didn't even think about it, "It's not very good."

"Why? It's so cute."

"This way people will ask me how old my baby is."

Qiao Muyuan laughed out loud: "Your baby is nineteen!"

"..."

Ji Changmu and Qiao Muyuan got out of the car.

But in the end, he chose to compromise and let Qiao Muyuan put the minions in his car.

They came to an apartment. There were no servants here, but it was quieter.

Ji Changmu can handle hot pot and other things by himself.

He first cooked the ribs over fire, washed and chopped the vegetables, took out Qiao Muyuan's favorite meatballs and defrosted them, and operated everything skillfully.

Qiao Muyuan didn't need to do anything, but she still clumsily cut the orange and raised her hand: "Brother Ji, it's very sweet. Take a bite."

Ji Changmu was in front of the marble stove, biting into an orange slice, and then lightly biting her finger while eating it.

Qiao Muyuan blushed, her fingers felt numb and numb, and the feeling spread from her fingertips to the tip of her heart, making her heart melt.

She felt happy again and didn't care about anything, so she just stayed in the kitchen with him.

While he was chopping vegetables, she suddenly hugged his waist from behind. At that moment, she clearly felt Ji Changmu's body tense.

"Qiao Muyuan, let go, I can't concentrate on chopping vegetables like this."

"Just a hug." She let go obediently.

She thought that if there was destined to be a separation and letting go, she hoped... it would be a little later!

At around seven o'clock, the hot pot started piping hot.

It is still snowing outside the window. The world outside is a clear glass world, which is particularly beautiful. The scattered snowflakes seem to be thrown from the sky without interruption.

The two sat facing each other, separated by the steaming heat.

Qiao Muyuan opened his beer and insisted on holding up the can: "Brother Ji, give it a try and wish you a Merry Christmas in advance."

The little girl's rosy face is hidden behind the white mist, her smile is clean, her eyes are pure, she is inexperienced and innocent.

"It's not too late to tell me on Christmas Day." He cheered her up and raised his cup to touch her.

He didn't drink red wine today either. What he drank was the same as her, beer.

"Actually, I want to say Happy New Year to you in advance." Qiao Muyuan said cheerfully, "Because there is no way I will fail the exam this year! So I must go home to celebrate the New Year."

"Very good." He nodded, "Let's go home."

Qiao Muyuan thought of the time she spent celebrating the New Year with him last year, and thought to herself that it would be nice to celebrate the New Year with him... But seeing that there was not much expression on his face, he swallowed it again.

"Are you... going back to China for the New Year?" she asked.

"No reply."

"What about Aunt Yang? Is she coming to New York?"

"She just came back from New York."
Chapter completed!