Ji Changmu took a look and saw that they were all calls from Sister Yan Jia. There were more than ten or twenty.

"I have never seen a woman more stupid than her. No wonder she gave birth to a stupid son." Yan Jia cursed, "If you don't send this little thing back, my phone will explode."

Ji Changmu nodded: "Okay."

"Lao Ji, you should know what Auntie wants most. Even if I bring Zhouzhou here every day, it can only bring her happiness for a while."

"Um."

Yan Jia didn't say much, finished smoking a cigarette and went in to look for Yan Zhou.

After Yanzhou finished eating the pudding, he started running all over the carpet in the living room again. When he saw Yan Jia coming, he threw himself into his arms and clenched his pants with his little hands: "Evil uncle."

"What's wrong?"

"hug."

"What hug? Grandma just hugged you, didn't she?"

"Evil Uncle Hug." The little guy opened his arms, being clingy and coquettish.

Yan Jia won't give up until he hugs him.

Yan Jia had no choice but to pick him up from the ground.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I hugged him, the little guy frowned and said, "No more."

"What on earth do you want to do?!" Yan Jia yelled at him.

"No more." Zhouzhou struggled to climb down.

Ji Changmu walked over and said, "He thinks you just smoked a cigarette and it smells bad."

Yan Jia:?

Ji Changmu opened his arms and took Zhouzhou over from Yan Jia's arms. Zhouzhou didn't make any noise to get off, but instead rubbed Ji Changmu's neck and sweater, giggling.

A three-year-old child is really like a stuffed toy, soft and naughty in your hands.

Ji Changmu curled his lips.

Yan Jia became unhappy when he saw that Zhouzhou and Ji Changmu were so good. He teased the little thing a few times, almost making Zhouzhou cry again.

Zhouzhou seemed to like Ji Changmu very much. Although Ji Changmu's posture of holding a child was not skillful at all, Zhouzhou still liked being held by him and refused to get down.

Tong Qian was also in the living room. She didn't say anything, but she felt uncomfortable in her heart. Ji Changmu had never hugged Chaochao like this. Did he think Chaochao was unlovable?

Zhouzhou was reluctant to leave Ji Changmu's arms, but Ji Changmu couldn't hold him all the time because he was very busy.

After a while, Ji Changmu handed Zhouzhou to Yan Jia and went to the balcony to answer the phone.

The calls from New York kept coming one after another.

After receiving two calls from New York, Ji Changmu's phone screen suddenly flashed Qiao Muyuan's name.

He picked up.

"Professor Ji, it was my birthday a few days ago."

"Um."

Qiao Muyuan paused: "I left you a souvenir, I'll send it to you, please give me the address."

Ji Changmu did not speak immediately.

Qiao Muyuan thought he was worried and said softly: "I won't go to Bincheng, don't worry, I also know that Aunt Yang doesn't like me very much... I just send you a souvenir, there is no other purpose."

"Thank you. Actually, you don't need to send it to me specially."

"Just forget it if you don't want to give me your address."

Qiao Muyuan was just about to hang up the phone when Ji Changmu reported his home address in a soft and calm voice, and finally thanked him again.

Qiao Muyuan felt bad, but she still wanted to give him the small gift she left for him.

She said "hmm" with a heavy nasal voice, her throat was sore, and she hung up the phone without saying anything.

She took the souvenir in the bag, which was unique and different from all the other guests' gifts. It contained candies and small gifts that she carefully packed.
Chapter completed!