Although no one would respond to him, he still whispered to Ji Donghuai.

Qiao Muyuan stood respectfully, staring at the tombstone.

The man in the photo is still very young, but he has been dead for more than ten years. He was murdered when he was successful in his career and had a happy family. He has been sleeping here ever since, lonely and cold.

Ji Changmu did not mention Tong Zhenghai again, because he had already told his father about those things the last time he came to Bincheng, so his father must have the knowledge to rest in peace.

If it hadn't been for a financial case in Beijing that involved this old incident in Bincheng, perhaps he would have been kept in the dark his whole life and would have been unable to clear his father's name.

Speaking of which, he was very unfilial and allowed his father to bear such a heavy burden.

But today, he won't say this.

"Dad, do you still remember what I said to you here a few years ago? I said at that time that maybe your son will never be able to love someone again in his life. He will never learn how to love a girl. He has already prepared to be alone.

Preparation for dying. But after that, I met Qiao Muyuan, and it was she who made me understand again that it’s not that I don’t have the ability to love someone, but that... I haven’t waited for that person.”

"She is with me now. I will bring her over to see you."

"Uncle." Qiao Muyuan called, "I will take good care of Chang Mu for you. You don't have to worry, just leave him to me."

Ji Changmu smiled and turned to look at Qiao Muyuan.

The little girl really looks like a little daughter-in-law, she has restrained her usual eccentricity and her eyes are full of gentleness.

He couldn't help but hold her hand tightly.

"Uncle, Chang Mu has not been that happy in the past ten years, but I guarantee you that he will be very happy in the rest of his life."

Ji Changmu laughed even harder, it was good to be young, but she didn't know what a promise of a thousand pieces of gold meant.

Ji Changmu approached her and said, "Little girl, you must keep your promises."

"I'm serious."

The north wind howls.

The cemetery is cold.

Ji Changmu didn't let her stay too long and took her away after about ten minutes.

The driver is waiting outside.

As soon as he got into the car, Qiao Muyuan rubbed his hands: "The temperature is really low today, and it's so warm in the car."

As the car drove all the way to the villa, Qiao Muyuan wanted to go back and rest.

On the way, she picked up her phone and found that Qin Zhao had sent her another message——

Qin Zhao: I passed by a shoe store today and saw these beautiful shoes. Do you like them?

In the picture is a pair of light gold kitten heels with pearl buckles, elegant and ladylike, with a low-key light.

"What are you looking at?" Ji Changmu approached.

Qiao Muyuan quit Instagram: "I saw a pair of shoes and casually clicked on them and took a look."

"Oh, you want to buy shoes? What style do you like? I'll buy them for you."

“I don’t have a particular style I want at the moment.”

"By the way, little Internet celebrity girl, your social software has not updated photos for a long time, and you have almost lost all your fans."

"You can see." She smiled, revealing her sweet dimples, "I don't want to update after I'm with you. Anyway, the person I love the most can see me every day. Besides, I don't have time to update.

"

"You do things halfway."

"But I have a beginning and an end when it comes to liking you."

"You're not willing to make TV series anymore?"

"I do think so, as long as you are willing for me to have a scene with a male star...even a kissing scene."

"Don't even think about it."

"Let's see."
Chapter completed!