Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 7221 vinegar is sour (7)

She ate breakfast lazily, and said to him: "Let's spend time washing flowers today."

"Stomach still hurts?"

"A bit."

"You'd better give up drinking for a month."

"I drink too much when I'm in a particularly good mood or when I'm in a bad mood. I usually don't. Can you make me a hot water bottle later? I want to let my hands down."

"Ah."

The sunlight from the morning sun slanted in through the transparent glass windows, covering the entire gray-black dining table, and the texture on the table is delicate and distinct.

A bouquet of gray-purple Gradient Roses from Capri is placed in a dark blue glass bottle. The bread and butter exudes a tempting aroma on the dining table. Japanese wind chimes sway with the wind on the balcony, and the clear and ethereal sound spreads throughout the villa. .

After the meal, Ji Changmu made her a hot water bottle, while he himself sat under the umbrella in the courtyard with his laptop on, his legs crossed, and a pair of serious and cold eyes stared at the floodlit screen.

The sunlight fell on his dark gray sweater, and the lines of his legs were stretched longer by the light and shadow.

Qiao Muyuan wore a pair of fluffy rabbit slippers, walked back and forth in the courtyard with a hot water bottle in his arms, humming.

She was wearing a loose black knit dress with a well-proportioned figure.

Watering the flowers for a while, and picking fruits and cleaning the goldfish pond for a while, the little girl is like a hardworking gardener, having a great time.

Occasionally, she raised her head and saw Ji Changmu sitting under a parasol working, with a gardenia-like smile, pure, innocent, and full of happiness.

Ji Changmu's figure fell in her eyes, and sometimes she would deliberately stand aside and watch for a while.

Whether it's angry, quarreling, or jealous, she won't let this man out anyway.

He can only be hers.

Mao Qiu ran beside Qiao Muyuan, and went to Ji Changmu when he was tired.

It likes to jump on Ji Changmu's work table, whether it's basking in the sun or supervising Ji Changmu's work, anyway, it likes to cling to Ji Changmu.

Qiao Muyuan made a cup of coffee for Ji Changmu, walked behind him and wrapped his arms around his neck: "Let me see your work."

"Do you understand?"

Qiao Muyuan stared at the screen, it was a project book in English.

She really didn't understand much, so she simply stopped reading.

Her little hand scratched his neck, Ji Changmu was afraid of tickle, and grabbed her hand: "Are you scratching me like a hairball?"

"Hey." Qiao Muyuan smiled, "Let me give you a shoulder massage. I used to give my dad a massage. He likes it."

"I don't dare to command the little princess." He pressed her hand, "If your stomach hurts, just sit down and don't run around."

"Ji Changmu, once... how much did you like your first love?"

"Not to mention liking."

"You're dishonest, don't you like that you've been with her for so long?" Qiao Muyuan scratched him, "I don't want you to coax me, I want to be honest."

"She chased me. I promised to try with her at the beginning, but after breaking through the filter of that layer of distance, I found that she is not the type I like. She is sensitive, vain, and insecure. I was not a good person at the time. , arrogant, withdrawn, and never consider other people's feelings, in that case, it's a predetermined result to fall apart."

"What about me? What type am I?"

"My type."

"..." Qiao Muyuan was instantly defeated by his sweet words. It was like this every time. When he gave her some sweetness, she got tired of it, and her heart was full of joy.

"Qiao Muyuan, what else do you want to ask? I can answer you."

(End of this chapter)