Qiao Muyuan and Ji Changmu sat face to face at the small square table in the restaurant. In front of each of them was a bowl of steaming dumplings with delicious dipping sauces.

"Try it, I remember you are not picky about food." Ji Changmu's voice was gentle, which sounded a bit deeper and colder in the lonely and empty night.

"I won't pick, and I won't pick if I'm hungry." Qiao Muyuan picked up the chopsticks.

"Be careful of burning."

"Um."

Qiao Muyuan was really hungry, and her image didn't matter in front of Ji Changmu. Anyway, he had already seen all the bad images of her when she was a child.

Compared to Qiao Muyuan, Ji Changmu was not hungry at all. He ate a few dumplings slowly.

He doesn't usually eat at home, and he rarely eats the dumplings at home, but he didn't expect them to taste good.

Warm orange light pours down from the crystal lamp in the restaurant. The soft light hits Ji Changmu's dignified and cold face, and the lines are much gentler.

Compared with Ji Changmu, Qiao Muyuan is more casual and cute.

The weather was very cold, the wind was still blowing outside, and the villa was lonely and quiet in the early morning.

Qiao Muyuan was probably not used to this silence, so he whispered to him: "Professor, you usually live alone in such a big villa, aren't you afraid?"

"Then you come and stay with me."

"Uh... I just wanted to ask if you are afraid."

"I'm not you."

Forget it... Qiao Muyuan doesn't want to talk to him!

Chat terminator.

After lowering his head and eating dumplings for a while, Qiao Muyuan couldn't sit still, and after a while he felt uncomfortable being silent again.

She had no choice but to take the initiative to speak again: "Professor, you are so busy at work, why do you still come to Columbia to teach?"

"I haven't taught before, but this is the first time."

"Where is your company? When will you have the opportunity to show me around?"

"No chance."

"..."

Forget it, let her eat dumplings.

Qiao Muyuan never talks to him again.

After devouring a bowl of dumplings, she felt a little pain in her lower abdomen. Knowing that he probably didn't have any painkillers at home, she had to endure it.

But there were still small beads of sweat on her forehead. Ji Changmu saw it and frowned slightly: "What's wrong? What's wrong with you?"

"My stomach hurts a little, nothing's wrong."

"It's cold, don't catch a cold. Is the temperature in the room not suitable?"

"fine."

"Well, I'll get you a hot water bottle."

Ji Changmu also finished eating, put down his chopsticks, and disappeared into the restaurant with his tall figure.

He was wearing pajamas, and the simple clothes looked particularly good on him. Even the loose fit could not hide his excellent figure.

Not long after, when Ji Changmu came over, he saw the spoiled little girl taking all the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen.

She turned on the faucet and looked like she really needed to wash the dishes.

Ji Changmu walked over with long legs and turned off the water: "Leave it alone, there will be a servant to wash it tomorrow."

"After eating your dumplings, I won't stop doing things."

"I didn't ask you to do it."

"Really? Then I won't wash it?"

"Here's the hot water bottle." He handed her a gray and black furry hot water bottle. "If you feel uncomfortable, call me, or come to my room to find me."

"Do you still want to work? It's after one o'clock."

"No more work, sleep."

"Well, go to bed early." The little girl's voice was soft and waxy, sweet and easy to talk to.

Ji Changmu occasionally made her angry, but most of the time, she forgot about it after getting angry.

"Yeah, Ann."
Chapter completed!