Ji Changmu smoothed Qiao Muyuan's hair, then pressed the back of her head and kissed her on the lips.

But Qiao Muyuan's mood did not improve, and she seemed to be thinking about what he said.

She didn't speak for a long time, and she was fiddling with the foam in the bathtub in a depressed manner.

Ji Changmu took the opportunity to say again: "You are still young, take your time, design requires accumulation and precipitation. One is the accumulation of knowledge, and the other is the accumulation of age. Both are indispensable. You are only in your early twenties.

, the results you have achieved now are already very good. When you reach the age of other design masters, you will only do better than them. What you want is to slowly calm down and continue to work hard. You need someone to tell you the truth.

Instead of being carried away by others’ praise or not accepting criticism from anyone.”

"Ji Changmu, you did it on purpose. You insisted on choosing a day like today to criticize me. Do you still regard yourself as my teacher?" Qiao Muyuan was really angry.

"..." Ji Changmu comforted her with a smile, "It was only when you mentioned your job that I remembered this."

"Am I worthless... You are making me doubt myself now!"

"My fault, my fault, but what I mean is... you have done a good job, you just need experience."

Qiao Muyuan seemed unable to listen to his excuse, so Ji Changmu had no choice but to coax her for a long time.

After taking a bath, Ji Changmu wiped the water off her body, helped her put on her pajamas, and then picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.

Qiao Muyuan's arms were limp and she slept with her back to him.

Ji Changmu was not yet sleepy, so he rubbed his fingers back and forth on her body, trying to coax her into doing it one or two more times.

But Qiao Muyuan was so sarcastic that he lost all interest and pushed his hand away: "Go to sleep."

"..." Ji Changmu had no choice but to give up.

He calls this asking for trouble.

…

The next day, Ji Changmu sent Qiao Muyuan back to the capital.

Qiao Muyuan got a New Year's gift from Aunt Yang and was in a good mood, but when he thought about what happened yesterday, his eyelids drooped again.

"A Yuan, do you like England?" Ji Changmu sat next to her and asked.

"I like it. The Qiao family has ancestral property there. I used to go there and stay for a while every year."

"Do you still want to film in the future?"

"I used to like filming just because it was fun. Now that I have grown up, I don't want to do it anymore. After all, filming is a youth meal, and the Qiao family really doesn't like us being in public. But I will still do dance, violin, piano, etc.

I like it and will go if there is a performance in the future.”

"Yeah." Ji Changmu nodded.

Qiao Muyuan has really grown up a lot compared to the past few years, and no longer does everything according to his temper.

Pretty good too.

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"Why do you suddenly ask me these questions?" Qiao Muyuan was curious.

"I'm thinking that Cambridge's design major is also pretty good. Should you consider applying for one? If you really like architectural design and want to do it all your life, then it doesn't matter how much time you have accumulated in the past few years. Reading more is always beneficial.

"

Qiao Muyuan suddenly realized.

Since last night, Ji Changmu has been trying to send her to study abroad.

Qiao Muyuan shook his head: "I'm not going out. I'm going out. I won't be able to see you a few times a year. Besides, I don't need a job or fame. I just want to be by your side."

These were really the angry words of a child, Ji Changmu smiled.
Chapter completed!