Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 8582 My Little Heart (12)

Why did you bring up that time again...

That was a mistake that Ji Changmu couldn't get around and couldn't make up for. There was a chance of redemption for other mistakes, but that mistake didn't.

Qiao Muyuan has grown up, where will he go to apologize to that girl who is still in elementary school?
Ji Changmu clasped her hand, interlocking his fingers tightly: "Ji Changmu was ignorant at that time, A Yuan, don't argue with him. He is right in front of you now, you can punish him anytime you want. .”

"Then you sleep in the study!"

"There is no bed in the study."

"Go to sleep in the study!" Qiao Muyuan insisted.

"..." Ji Changmu looked into her eyes, and slowly said a word, "Okay."

It's not good, it's good.

In the future, whenever she mentioned those things, he might have to sleep in the study.

Anyway, it's not the first time I slept in the study.

The only solution is to... put a more comfortable bed in the study another day.

Ji Changmu left the bedroom.

Qiao Muyuan was the only one on the big double bed. She sobbed for a few minutes, stopped crying, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

Ji Changmu was sleeping on the sofa in the study, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The narrow sofa could not allow him to sleep peacefully. At first, he put his hands under his head, looked at the ceiling and thought about the philosophy of life, but then he was so angry that he turned on the phone and scolded Yan Jia a few times.

All right, which pot is not open and which pot to lift?
He kindly invited Yan Jia to dinner, but Yan Jiaen took revenge?
He was also at fault. While Qiao Muyuan was drunk, he could just make up a fun story to cheer her up, and he insisted on telling her honestly.

The story is not fun, so she will naturally think of those unpleasant past events even more.

When he was working part-time at DS Bar, it happened to be the time when he first came to America to study, and it was also the half year when he heard that... Qiao Muyuan cried the most.

Qiao Muyuan has been going smoothly since he was a child, but he has stumbled a lot here. Not to mention Qiao Muyuan, Mrs. Qiao may also have some criticisms.

It was his luck that Master qiao and his wife could accept him and not embarrass him.

If it were his own daughter who insisted on marrying a man who was cruel and ruthless, and who would make his daughter cry, he would have to break that man's legs.

A daughter who grew up holding herself in the palm of her hand as a treasure, why should she suffer so much for a man.

Ji Changmu sighed late at night, Master Qiao and Mrs. Qiao are really kind.

Thinking about it this way, Ji Changmu couldn't sleep even more. He hadn't forgotten that he and Qiao Muyuan hadn't had their wedding yet.

A day without a wedding is not considered an announcement to the world. In the eyes of others, it is at best a relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend.

Ji Changmu couldn't sleep more and more.

However, the sofa is narrow and small, which does not allow him to toss and turn for a long time.

Ji Changmu simply got up, took a book from the bookshelf and sat down at the desk to read it, and lit another cigarette casually.

Smoke enveloped the sides of his face, and behind him was the early morning night sky.

The bright moon and the stars are boundless as far as the eye can see.

Reading in the middle of the night, Ji Changmu knew that Qiao Muyuan drank too much, and was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night.

He walked back to the bedroom quietly, covered her with the quilt, and sat by the bed for a long time.

Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he went back to his study with peace of mind.

It was late at night, and there were a lot of cigarette butts in Ji Changmu's ashtray, and the study room was full of the smell of cigarettes.

That night, Ji Changmu stayed up all night, but he finally figured out the reason for Qiao Muyuan's sudden anger.

The next day, he made up for his mistakes, and before dawn, he went to the kitchen to make breakfast for her himself.

(End of this chapter)