Qiao Muyuan felt uncomfortable as his clothes stuck to his body. He frowned and grabbed him harder.

After a while, Ji Changmu let her go, with deep pride in his eyes.

Qiao Muyuan pinched his strong waist and said angrily: "Ji Changmu, are you drunk or not? I've been calling you outside for a long time, but you can still hold your breath and say nothing?"

"Didn't hear it."

"..." Ghost letter.

Ji Changmu didn't let her move. His scarlet eyes were full of dangerous messages and showed strong love: "Qiao Muyuan, I learned this from you, didn't I?"

"When did I teach you this? Ji Changmu, please stop framing me! Besides, at our age, you are more like an experienced driver, right?"

"Okay..." He responded dumbly, without arguing with her, and stared at her with his burning eyes, "Then let the old driver give you more happiness."

"Ji Changmu!!!"

…

The next day, Ji Changmu and Qiao Muyuan returned to the capital together.

In the evening, the family sat in Qiao's restaurant.

Ji Changmu is no longer as drunk as last night, but when he returns to the capital today, he will inevitably get drunk again, and there is another Qiao Zhixing.

Sure enough, Josnian opened red wine to them as usual, which was the best wine in his cellar. He would also show off to them the wine he had recently acquired at auction.

Just as Josnian was about to open the cork of the red wine, Qiao Muyuan flashed his big eyes and said in advance: "Dad, Brother Ji and I drank too much at a friend's place in Lancheng yesterday. We were drunk all night. We can't drink today."

"Oh?" Josnian glanced at the young couple lightly, "You don't want to drink a glass?"

"It doesn't matter." Ji Changmu stood up on his own initiative, "I'll do it."

"Why are you here?" Qiao Muyuan tugged at the corner of his clothes and said angrily, "A gentleman's words are hard to follow. You don't even remember what you said last night, do you?"

Ji Changmu: "..."

How many words can he remember from last night?

What does she mean?

No drinking for a year?

It seemed like that was the case, but he didn't promise her, right?

Qiao Zhixing looked like he was just watching the excitement, playing with the goblet in his hand and smiling broadly: "What are you talking about? Can we listen?"

Ye Jiaqi clapped his hand and glanced at him to stop him from making trouble.

Qiao Zhixing stopped making trouble again.

Josnian smiled and handed the bottle to Qiao Zhixing: "Since you promised Mu Yuan something, then I won't drink it. Zhixing, what about you?"

"I want to have a few more drinks with dad." Qiao Zhixing thought that today was a good opportunity to show off.

Ji Changmu didn't remember what she promised Qiao Muyuan at all, but her current attitude was that she wouldn't allow him to drink.

During the meal, Ji Changmu lowered his voice and whispered in Qiao Muyuan's ear while the atmosphere in the restaurant was lively: "What exactly did I promise you?"

"It's recorded, but I won't tell you."

Ji Changmu: "..."

Qiao Muyuan ignored him and ate her own food. She picked up a piece of taro cake and placed it on a gold-rimmed plate with colorful flowers. She took a bite and her mouthful was filled with the sweet taste of taro.

Qiao Zhixing is talking about his path of studying medicine as an ascetic.

Qiao Muyuan listened carefully and seemed a little miserable, even with tears in his eyes.

So miserable, so miserable.

Qiao Muyuan reached out and touched his head. It was okay and he could continue to study.

One night, Ji Changmu didn't drink a drop of wine.
Chapter completed!