Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 6794 I tell you not to provoke her! (9)

No one spoke again.

Ji Changmu kept sending Qiao Muyuan to the door of the convenience store outside the villa, which was the old place they had agreed upon.

The tall sycamore tree in the old place has shed its leaves, and its bare branches stand quietly in the cold wind, showing off its vigor. The convenience store is still lit, and in the warm light are waiters who are busy going back and forth.

He parked the car and found that Qiao Muyuan had fallen asleep.

She huddled in the fluffy blanket, wrapped herself in it, and curled up like a cat.

"Qiao Muyuan." He called her name.

She was fast asleep and unresponsive.

Ji Changmu lowered his head, only then did he see that there were tears on her face that had just dried up, why are you crying?
There are bright street lights outside, and a dark calm inside the car.

"Qiao Muyuan." He called her a few more times, but she still didn't respond.

Ji Changmu saw that there were broken hairs on her face, so he raised his slender, white fingers and gently brushed away the broken hairs for her, then slid his fingers down a little, and landed on her light pink lips.

Every time you look at her up close, her beauty will be magnified many times, she is beautiful and delicate, like a delicate porcelain doll, which must be held and protected carefully.

She didn't wake up, so he waited for her for two full hours.

The temperature in the car was suitable, Qiao Muyuan slept soundly, moved his little feet in his sleep, and murmured: "I hate you."

Ji Changmu couldn't help laughing, and he didn't know who was disgusted by her in the dream again.

After waiting for another half an hour, Qiao Muyuan opened his eyes in a daze. He thought he was in his own bed, but he was still in Ji Changmu's car.

Turning her head, she saw Ji Changmu's gentle, calm and mature face, with three-dimensional features, hidden under the subtle light.

"I seem to be asleep." She scratched her head.

"It's already ten o'clock."

"Is it so late? I have to go home."

Qiao Muyuan bent down to look for her pair of disposable slippers, but couldn't find them after searching for a long time: "Hey, where are the shoes? How can I go back without them?"

"I threw it away."

"Why are you throwing my shoes away..." Qiao Muyuan was so angry that he was about to cry, and grabbed his clothes with his small hands, "You threw away my shoes, so let me wear yours! Why are you like this? You're so annoying."

"I'll take you home." He unlocked the car door and walked around from the driver's seat to the co-pilot's seat.

Regardless of whether Qiao Muyuan agreed or not, he stretched out his hand and took Qiao Muyuan out of his seat: "Do you want to hug or carry?"

"None." Qiao Muyuan refused to get out of the car.

"Then you want to go back on the rough road? It's up to you."

Qiao Muyuan thought about it, if she went back barefoot, her feet would be useless.

He threw her shoe, so let him carry it, it was his fault anyway.

Qiao Muyuan compromised: "Back."

"Yeah." Ji Changmu bent slightly with his back to her, "Come up."

Qiao Muyuan jumped onto his back. His back was thicker and stronger than she imagined. When she got closer to him, she could clearly smell the smell of tobacco and ebony cologne on his body. It became Ji Changmu's unique aura, once he got close to it, he never forgot it.

That clean and gentle boy has finally grown into a man who can be alone.

time flies.

Years ago, she never thought that one day she would be able to lie on his back and be carried home by him.

Qiao Muyuan is not heavy, Ji Changmu can move his back, and he is not tired, but her little feet shake violently and are restless.

(End of this chapter)