Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 8665 Walking side by side, in the same boat (7)

"Josnian, are you still poking me with the past? My worry is not without reason. Ji Changmu is very thoughtful, and the city is deep. If he treats your daughter badly, have you thought about the consequences? I don't want Mu Yuan to be serious. Repeat my mistakes, after all, I have experienced some things once, and I will never let my daughter experience it again, do you understand?"

"Understood." Josnian could not understand.

"What do you know, where were you on the first day Mu Yuan was born?"

"..." Josnian lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, and called the servant over, "This coffee is not to my liking, so bring a cup of Pu'er instead."

"Yes, Joe."

Ye Jiaqi snorted coldly, who told him to provoke her early in the morning.

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Josnian and Ye Jiaqi stayed in London for three days, and returned to the capital together three days later.

Qiao Muyuan held a meeting with the small team in London, and went to the field to do a survey, and Ji Changmu went back to Bolton for vacation.

The summer vacation is here, Ji Changmu packed his things in the office and handed in his resignation letter.

This rural middle school gave him a different life experience, and it is also a precious time worth remembering.

It happened to be raining that day, and after submitting his resignation, Ji Changmu drove back to his manor villa.

The roses in the garden were blooming just right, and the whole garden had already taken on a new look. It was no longer the dilapidated scene when he just came here. Every flower bloomed freely with crystal clear rainwater.

Qiao Muyuan stood at the railing on the second floor and looked out. She was watching the rain and waiting for Ji Changmu to come home.

It was the afternoon, the sky was gray, and the summer wind blew Qiao Muyuan's long hair. She stood on the railing with her chin in her hands, leaning on the railing to listen to the rain and watch the infinite summer scenery.

The scenery is just right, there is an open lawn in the distance, green and lush, at this moment, it is covered with a thin layer of misty rain.

The flowers in the yard are blooming so well. Qiao Muyuan still remembers the scene when he accidentally broke into this manor for the first time.

Time always flows by inadvertently, like fine sand filtering through fingers.

Ji Changmu drove the car to the yard, and when he looked up, he saw Qiao Muyuan standing on the railing on the second floor. The breeze blew her long hair and skirt, and the girl looked like a beauty walking out of an oil painting.

He didn't get out of the car in a hurry, and raised his head slightly, looking at her on the second floor with a smile on his lips.

This sparse rain, this midsummer, and this rose all blend with her into the most beautiful scenery.

Going up to the small building in the cold and indifferent, the rogue in Xiaoyin is like a poor autumn, and the light smoke and flowing water draw a quiet screen.The flying flowers are as light as a dream, the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and the precious curtain hangs idle with small silver hooks.

The surroundings are quiet.

When Qiao Muyuan looked down, he saw his car and him sitting in the driver's seat.

She didn't go downstairs in a hurry, but deliberately stood on the railing with her chin on her hands and looked at him.

The vision was just right, she could see him clearly, and he could see her.

She smiled at him, and he also raised the corners of his lips, and the smile never disappeared.

Ji Changmu thought, this is the best time.

When he got home, he happened to see the teapot "Gulu" and "Gulu" boiling, and the water boiled.

He closed the kettle and made tea deftly.

Qiao Muyuan stepped on slippers and came down the stairs, looked at the tall and tall figure in the corner of the living room, and walked towards him step by step.

There is no one else here, only them, no one will come to disturb them, and no one will suddenly break into their world.

Old and old paintings hung on the walls, and the copper photo frames were decorated with complicated patterns.

(End of this chapter)