Sure enough, there is no young couple in the world who doesn't quarrel.

Tsk tsk.

A mature and steady man like Ji Changmu, who is in his thirties, would also quarrel with his girlfriend.

Ji Changmu came almost at lightning speed, covered with dust, his long dark gray coat stained with the cold outdoor air, his jawline was tight, his facial features were cold, and his eyes were filled with coldness.

The door opened and he stood at the door. The people in the room who were making noises immediately pressed the pause button.

Qiao Muyuan was eating cake with Yuan Qingqing, with cream on her face, like a little cat.

Ji Changmu walked over, took the cake from her hand without saying a word, picked her up and left.

Qiao Muyuan struggled so hard that her silver-white high heels fell off her feet. She kicked Ji Changmu: "Put me down, I want to eat the cake."

When he reached the door, Ji Changmu turned around and glanced at everyone in the living room with his cold eyes. Finally, his eyes fell on a young and handsome boy for a few seconds.

Qiao Muyuan was so noisy that she was taken far away by Ji Changmu, and her crying could still be heard in the suite!

Yuan Qingqing was so frightened that she half woke up from drinking and patted her chest.

The other little girls didn't dare to express their anger, and asked Yuan Qingqing in a low voice: "Does Mr. Ji have a bad temper? Will Mu Yuan be happy if he follows him?"

"Shh, falling in love is like a fish knowing whether it is warm or not. If he was unhappy, Qiao Muyuan would have broken up with him long ago." Yuan Qingqing said.

downstairs.

Qiao Muyuan was thrown on the car seat by Ji Changmu. She smelled of alcohol and raised her little paws to scratch Ji Changmu!

"Give me the cake..."

"What kind of cake are you eating?" Ji Changmu suppressed her hands, and when he approached her, he was full of anger. His red eyes shone coldly under the light outside the window, "Qiao Muyuan, what did you say on the phone just now?"

If you’ve said it before, repeat it again!”

"What..." the little girl shrank her shoulders, "I want to eat cake... life is too bitter, I want a little sweetness."

"Do you feel wronged by following me?"

"..." Qiao Muyuan curled up on the back seat with his shoulders hunched up, hugging the blanket. His exposed feet were a little cold and his toes were curled up.

"I don't care about you tonight. Let's have a good talk tomorrow when you wake up. If you really feel that I have wronged you, you can say anything." He looked straight ahead, his face cold.

"What did you say?" she asked, tilting her head deliberately.

"drive."

"Okay, Mr. Ji."

The driver started the car.

Qiao Muyuan's little feet were restless, resting on his unwrinkled casual pants, but his watery eyes were staring at Ji Changmu in the darkness, his big round eyes, like a cat's, glowing like sapphires.

.

The man looked very angry, but Qiao Muyuan didn't want to coax him.

She is also angry.

Seeing that Ji Changmu was indifferent, Qiao Muyuan simply lay down in the back row: "Ji Changmu, I'm sleepy."

"What's it like for a girl to drink all day long?" He finally scolded her coldly.

"My dad doesn't care about me." Her grievance rose again, "Ji Changmu, I'm annoyed when I see you now."

"Tired of watching?"

"Ji Changmu, my stomach hurts." She suddenly gripped the blanket tightly, her brows furrowed and her face pale.

"How much wine did you drink tonight?"

"Not much...I want to eat cake and something sweet..."
Chapter completed!