Three hours later.

Ji Changmu's black Mercedes-Benz was parked in Huanhua Courtyard.

A Yong opened the car door for him, Ji Changmu got out of the car, took off his sunglasses, his facial features were cold, his thin lips pursed into a thin line, and there was a sharp light in his eyes.

Stepping into the living room, he threw his sunglasses to the servant and stood in the center of the living room, full of aura: "Where is Qiao Muyuan?"

"Still sleeping." The servant was trembling, not daring to raise his head to look at the young but ruthless man in front of him, for fear of saying the wrong word.

Ji Changmu went up the stairs, his black leather shoes stepping on the floor, and the whole villa was silent.

Outside the sunny bedroom, Ji Changmu entered the password and the door opened.

Qiao Muyuan was sleeping soundly and had no idea what was happening.

Ji Changmu put his hands in the pockets of his black trousers, walked to the bed in a few steps, and said condescendingly, "Qiao Muyuan."

Qiao Muyuan naturally had no reaction.

The man bent down, put his hands on her sides, and stared at the woman close at hand with a pair of sharp eyes. They had not seen each other for two or three months.

Qiao Muyuan has a rosy complexion, slightly upturned lips, long black hair scattered on the pillow, long eyelashes, and a high nose bridge, making her look like a sleeping beauty.

She was wearing a light purple silk pajamas. Under the half-exposed V-neckline were her sexy and delicate collarbones and fair skin. Her waist was slender, beautiful and enchanting, and her whole body was full of the charm of a little woman.

"Qiao Muyuan." He called again.

"Um……"

"I'm counting to three. You'd better open your eyes, otherwise don't blame me for being rude. One."

"Annoying."

"two."

"Ji Changmu, you nuisance." Qiao Muyuan heard Ji Changmu's voice and thought it was a dream.

"three."

"Woo."

Qiao Muyuan opened her eyes. In her sleepy eyes, she saw a face with stern features. The man was wearing a neat and neat black shirt. His face, which was dusty and dusty, had a gloomy expression. He was not angry and had a strong jaw line.

tight.

She thought she was still dreaming because Ji Changmu was in Qiongzhou.

"You're awake now. If you don't wake up, I'll serve you with cold water." Ji Changmu's words also sounded threatening and cold.

Qiao Muyuan pushed him away, sat up quickly, pulled up his collar, and straightened his pajamas: "Why are you here?"

"Can't come?"

"Of course you can, why don't you give me a call?" Qiao Muyuan blinked his big eyes and was still a little out of bed. "You told me before you came and I was ready. You didn't say you wanted to call me last night.

You are coming to the capital. Why do you keep such a straight face..."

"At six o'clock in the morning, I called your mobile phone, but your mobile phone was turned off. I called Huanhua, but the servant couldn't wake you up. You ask me why I didn't call you?"

"What, what's going on..." Qiao Muyuan moved her feet guiltily, shrank up, wrapped herself in the quilt, and did not dare to look into Ji Changmu's eyes.

Ji Changmu said nothing and stared at her.

The more he acted like this, the more guilty Qiao Muyuan felt, but she didn't do anything to feel sorry for him.

She countered Yijun: "I remembered, you called me this morning and scolded me... You called me a waste... Don't think that I can't remember it because I'm so sleepy. I remember everything you scolded me.

It's clear...Why are you like this? I didn't provoke you so early in the morning..."

Ji Changmu still didn't speak.
Chapter completed!