Coming out of the backstage of the bank, the sky was clear and the sun was shining.

It was like walking into a dream woven by Ji Donghuai himself. In this dream, she saw a more three-dimensional Ji Changmu, from childhood to childhood.

The moment she came out, Qiao Muyuan was a little uncomfortable with the light outside. She stretched out her hand to block the sun, and it took a while before she removed her hand.

In the sight, the vegetation is lush, the clouds are light and the wind is gentle, everything is so dreamy.

Before entering the backstage of the bank, she was afraid of opening Ji Changmu's wounds and adding salt to his past trauma.

But what she didn't expect was that Ji Donghuai was a cheerful, optimistic and approachable person, and the dream he weaved for them was also full of happiness and joy.

She actually felt the deep fatherly love and happiness.

Ji Changmu's steps were also relatively relaxed. He held her hand and drove her out of the bank.

"Don't forget to treat me to dinner."

"Remember, you choose the location."

"Then go eat Michelin."

"ok!"

Throughout the whole day, Qiao Muyuan still had not recovered from the energy of the mountain climbing day. After dinner, she insisted on dragging Ji Changmu back to the hotel to lie down.

Ji Changmu could only rest with her in the hotel. He opened the curtains and simply sat by the window to work.

Qiao Muyuan was not sleepy. She sat on the big bed and read Ji Changmu's father's diary.

The first one was about Ji Changmu's diary when he was ten years old. The diary was full of trivial things, and Qiao Muyuan read it with gusto.

While reading, she asked Ji Changmu: "Would it be bad if I read your father's diary?"

"No." Ji Changmu said lightly, "If he knew that he finally had a daughter-in-law after all these years, he would be very happy."

"Oh, then I won't have any psychological burden."

"What's the psychological burden, Qiao Muyuan, you seem to be alienated from me?"

"No, no outside, hehe."

Qiao Muyuan continued to read the diary.

The sun shines in from the balcony, filling the room with sunshine, and the atmosphere is warm and harmonious.

Ji Changmu didn't pay attention to her. He crossed his legs and sat lazily on the sofa typing on his notebook. His eyes were clear and clear, and the lines on his profile were a little softer.

The sun shines on his head and white shirt, and the man's whole body is filled with a lazy and noble aura.

For a while, the hotel room was quiet, with only the sound of keyboard typing and pages turning.

Suddenly, Qiao Muyuan laughed out loud. Ji Changmu in Ji Donghuai's painting was particularly cute, probably because of his father's filter.

"What are you laughing at?" Ji Changmu stared at her, "You little fool."

"Your father said that you were punished by the teacher for fighting today. The teacher told him, but he did not inform you because he was afraid that your self-esteem would be hurt. He said that you are a boy who cares about face, and your self-esteem is much stronger than other boys.

"

"What? I don't remember any of these things."

"Are you still fighting with others? You can't tell."

"I don't remember."

"Let me recall for you, your dad said that it was because a few boys in the back row provoked you with words, and you punched each of them without saying a word, sending them all to the hospital with nosebleeds. Can't watch it.

Come on, the kids were very good when they were little."

"Taekwondo is not practiced in vain."

"You had such a bad temper when you were a child? If I had known you, I might have been beaten by you so many times." Qiao Muyuan was frightened, but it was a good thing she didn't know him.
Chapter completed!