Qiao Muyuan drank milk, ate freshly baked bread, and golden fried eggs.

"My apartment is not far from Columbia. Come over for lunch." He said.

"I eat at school."

"Wouldn't it be better to come to my place to eat? Or is it that the food I cook is not to your liking?"

"I don't want to trouble you."

"But I want to trouble myself."

She stopped what she was doing and looked at him, her big black eyes filled with mist like a lost deer in the forest.

"I mean, I have nothing to do in my free time. I can't go to the company for the time being." He explained, regardless of whether she agreed or not, "Come over for dinner, and I will cook a table of dishes."

"Why do you take care of me so much?"

"Actually, when I was your tutor, you took good care of me."

"You have said something conscientious." Qiao Muyuan thought he didn't remember anything, so he teased.

But when I lowered my head to eat breakfast, I couldn't help but feel sour in my heart.

The way he takes care of her and treats her well now is probably because the Qiao family treated him well in the past.

Her uncle went to the capital to perform an operation on his mother. When her mother learned that he was going to be kicked off the list of studying abroad, she also used her connections to help him get into Wharton. Although he didn't know all this,

At least he knew about the salary advance given to him by the Qiao family back then. Without that money, how could his mother have a smooth operation and live a smooth life, and how could he pay off every year's debts.

He is just an ordinary college student, but the salary given to him by the Qiao family is unmatched in the entire capital, and the Qiao family will not make things difficult for him every time he asks for leave.

Even if he acted willfully and said that he no longer wanted to teach her as a student, she never complained to her mother, and even eagerly waited for him to come over and ask her mother to give him a salary increase.

But later, he left and deleted all contact information between her and the Qiao family.

She cried for a long time and refused to go to school or eat, but he would never know about this.

There is nothing to mention about the past.

"Are there many courses this semester?" he asked.

"Not much."

"Um."

While chatting, the doorbell rang.

Ji Changmu stood up and opened the door.

It's Yan Jia.

Yan Jia brought him breakfast: "Lao Ji got up very early today, why don't you sleep more? I brought you breakfast."

"I'm eating, you take it back."

"Huh? You made breakfast by yourself?" Yan Jia said and walked to the restaurant, but he saw the little girl Qiao Muyuan at a glance, "Hey, there are guests here. The breakfast on this table is really rich, it seems that everyone is here

Lao Ji, you didn’t cook the food for the guests, did you?”

"Um."

"I haven't enjoyed the breakfast you made by yourself. I didn't know you could do this." Yan Jia was not polite and sat down on the empty seat. "I haven't eaten breakfast yet. Come together, let me have a taste of you."

craftsmanship."

With that said, Yan Jia was about to pick a crystal dumpling from the steamer with chopsticks. Ji Changmu slapped his chopsticks away and frowned: "Eat what you brought yourself, don't touch my breakfast."

"You can't eat..."

Ji Changmu took the steamer away and placed it in front of Qiao Muyuan, preventing Yan Jia from touching it again.

This posture...Yan Jiaming is clear, okay, okay, he is a plastic fake friend.
Chapter completed!