Yang Shuzheng drank the black tea in front of her, her eyes full of worry.

In these years, what she was most worried about was Chang Mu's marriage. She also knew that since breaking up with Tong Qian, there has been no other woman around Chang Mu.

Although her heart surgery was successful, it was still a hidden danger. She wished she could see Changmu get married and have a gentle and considerate woman take good care of him in her lifetime.

At the same time, she also knew that Chang Mu worked hard. Sister Cui leaked last time that he often worked until two or three in the morning, and got up again at five or six the next morning to go to the company.

If this continues, what should we do?

Tong Qian ordered some more snacks for Yang Shuzheng: "Auntie, please try this brown sugar shortbread. It tastes very good. I come here often to eat it."

"Qian Qian, do you still have Chang Mu in your heart?" Yang Shuzheng asked.

Tong Qian's hand holding the tea cup paused. She put the cup down, and a light mist formed on her long eyelashes.

She lowered her head at first, and after a long while, she raised her eyes to look at Yang Shuzheng and nodded: "I've been in love since I was a child, my childhood sweetheart. It's a pity that the best one is too young to be sensible, so she and Chang Mu broke up peacefully, and we didn't have any dispute."

"He is in New York. Please take good care of him. You have known each other for so many years. I know you are a good girl."

"Auntie, I can."

Yang Shuzheng didn't say much.

She took a sip of tea. The tea was slightly bitter, and the slight bitterness spread on the tip of her tongue, as if every detail of her nerves were stained with bitterness.

It's drizzling outside the window and cold.

She knew that these years, Mu had been smooth sailing and had a successful career, but how could anyone always have smooth sailing on their career path? She really wanted to have someone by his side, who would stay with him forever and never leave him.

.

She didn't want his father's tragedy to happen again to him.

When she thought of Ji Donghuai, tears filled Yang Shuzheng's eyes. She missed him.

At this time when the drizzle is falling all over the sky, it is easiest for people to miss their old friends.

…

night.

The rain is still falling.

Ji Changmu has been working at home, and Qiao Muyuan stayed at home with him for a day.

After eating, she saw Ji Changmu sitting on the sofa and starting to work again. She curled her lips and ran to the balcony to make a phone call with a friend.

Qin Zhao had already returned from Philadelphia. He called Qiao Muyuan: "Little classmate, are you going to have a meal tomorrow? I finally came back from Philadelphia."

"Tomorrow at noon?"

"Okay, see you at the mall. How about we go watch a movie after dinner?"

"Are you tired from working on projects in Philadelphia?"

"Well, the instructor said he wanted to train me, so I did a lot of things."

"That's a good thing, senior, come on."

"Then it's settled, tomorrow at noon."

"Um!"

Qiao Muyuan chatted with him for a while before going back from the balcony.

Ji Changmu probably didn't hear her call. She saw him half lying on the sofa, working hard, and walked over in a low voice: "Professor, I will go home tomorrow. Uncle Tao has something to do with me."

"Um."

"If you need anything, call me."

"Nothing's wrong."

"Then let me see. If possible, I can bring Feifei over to stay with you for a few days."

"what ever."

Seeing that Ji Changmu was easy to talk to, Qiao Muyuan didn't say anything more. She lay on the sofa behind him and looked at his laptop screen, but there were things she couldn't understand.

"Professor, I want to ask you a question."

"explain."
Chapter completed!