When the car drove to the door of the house, Qiao Muyuan was still awake.

Ji Changmu thought that she really wasn't wary of him at all.

The little girl was sleeping soundly, motionless, her little head drooped, huddled motionless in the blanket.

Ji Changmu unbuckled his seat belt, turned his face sideways, and got closer to her. As he got closer, he could smell the light floral fragrance on her body. He didn't know if it was the fragrance on her hair or the perfume on her body.

Stretching out his hand, he lifted the broken hair from her forehead. Seeing the little girl's brows furrowed, as if she was uncomfortable, he gently called her name: "Qiao Muyuan."

However, Qiao Muyuan was too tired and did not wake up.

He got out of the car and walked around to the passenger seat, and lifted Qiao Muyuan out of the car.

This was the second time the servant at home saw this little girl.

Ji Changmu carried Qiao Muyuan to the room upstairs, which was still the room where she slept last time.

He bent down to take off her shoes and covered her with a quilt. Seeing that she hadn't woken up yet, he went to the bathroom first.

On the sink, there are cosmetics and skin care products that the servant bought last time. They are colorful and have all kinds of products.

Ji Changmu thought about it for a long time but still didn't understand these things. It was more difficult than finance. Women are really incomprehensible creatures.

He carefully selected bottles one after another. This time he did not dare to wipe Qiao Muyuan's face directly with water. Last time he wiped it once and made her cry. What kind of makeup remover should he use?

Ji Changmu flipped through the pages irritably, which one is the makeup remover?!

He looked at the bottles and saw that they were almost the same. He turned around for a long time before he found a bottle of "deep cleaning oil". He guessed that this was probably it. But when he opened the bottle, Ji Changmu was at a loss. He poured it directly into his hands? Or on his face?

He really couldn't do it, so he called the servant upstairs.

The maid taught him for a long time, then carefully asked: "Mr. Ji, how about I do it?"

"You go down, I can do it alone."

"..." The maid wondered, can he really do it?

What a little girl cares about most is her face. Can Mr. Ji really do this as a man?

The maid didn't dare to say anything more. Mr. Ji said that if he can do it, he can do it!

However, the maid was still confused for a long time, who is this little girl? She looks like Mr. Ji's student, but she is definitely not an employee or colleague.

Ji Changmu followed the method taught by the maid and took a cotton pad to remove Qiao Muyuan's makeup.

He lowered his head and wiped her face bit by bit. His hot breath fell on the little girl's fair and flawless face, and his eyes were full of seriousness.

Qiao Muyuan slept deeply, and Ji Changmu moved very lightly, so he never woke up.

He didn't know where he got the patience, he just bent down and wiped her face, as if he was carefully wiping a priceless treasure.

Qiao Muyuan had seen a lot of people take off their makeup. This kind of thing would become familiar once and twice, and he would remember it next time.

He took a hot towel and washed Qiao Muyuan's face. The washed Qiao Muyuan looked like a white porcelain doll, sleeping obediently in the bed, with the tip of his eyebrows slightly frowning.

There is plenty of heating in the house.

Seeing Qiao Muyuan frowning all the time, he asked in a low voice in her ear: "What's wrong with you?"

Qiao Muyuan didn't reply and smacked his lips.

Ji Changmu tucked the quilt in for her and sat by the bed. After a long time, he got up and went downstairs.

"Mr. Ji, have you had dinner?" The servant asked quickly when he saw him coming down.

"Not yet, just cook me a bowl of noodles."

"Okay, please wait a moment."
Chapter completed!