He only knew that Qi Xuan had entered his office, but he didn't know that Qi Xuan had even touched the skirt he bought. What was even more stupid was that he didn't know anything about it and even gave the skirt to Qiao Muyuan.

He gave a skirt worn by another woman to Qiao Muyuan...

Ji Changmu pressed his eyebrows, and seeing Qiao Muyuan crying, he took out a white square towel to wipe her tears, and gently said with his fingertips: "I don't know about this, there is no surveillance in my office."

"You are a liar!"

"Okay, okay, I'm a liar." Ji Changmu wiped the tears that kept falling for her, "After that day, I transferred Qi Xuan to another department, and the box of the dress was gone after I got it back from the store.

When I opened it again, I didn’t know that it had been touched. Of course, it was still the same explanation. Qi Xuan is just my friend’s sister, a very good friend, but we haven’t been in contact with each other for a long time. He is angry with me. He has long been

Let Qi Xuan return to China and not stay in my company."

Ji Changmu coaxed him very patiently, explaining sentence by sentence that he was really wrong about this matter.

But Qiao Muyuan couldn't stop her tears at all, she was still crying.

Ji Changmu had no choice but to wipe her tears over and over again: "Don't cry anymore. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. If I knew that someone had tampered with the skirt, I would never give it to you. Things that have been tampered with by others, Qiao's little

The princess won’t touch it, right?”

"I'm not a little princess." Qiao Muyuan moved her feet. This title sounded like she was very squeamish.

She is not that squeamish, but she will definitely not want a dress worn by others.

"Yes, I know. I just didn't expect that you would misunderstand me for so long about the skirt. I, Ji Changmu, am not stupid enough to give you a skirt worn by another woman. No wonder you had a big fight with me that day."

"I'm not making trouble with you. You are my teacher. Why should I make trouble with you?"

"Well, I am your teacher."

Ji Changmu wiped her tears. The little girl finally got tired of crying and stopped crying. She just sobbed.

He handed the string of the handbag to her hand: "Here, a unique gift, I brought it from Bincheng."

Qiao Muyuan's little hand was held by him, and it seemed that he would not let go until she took the gift.

Her little hand had no choice but to hook the rope, but she didn't say anything for a long time.

Ji Changmu is quite patient. Over the years, his temperament, temper, and edges have long been polished off by the financial world. A person in New York has long known how to restrain his personality.

People who are over thirty will not be the same as they were when they were eighteen.

"Qiao Muyuan, did you throw away that skirt?"

"If you don't throw it away, why keep it?"

"I want to say, if you haven't thrown it, I will throw it for you." He curled his lips.

"Not only did I throw it away, I also cut it."

"Then you won't cut off the necklace I gave you, right?"

"..."

He smiled: "Forget it, just cut it."

"Ji Changmu, there is no surveillance in your office, so do you believe what I just said? Are you not afraid that I arranged it?"

"I believe what you made up." Of course he knew that she didn't make it up. She cried like that that day.

Qiao Muyuan remained silent.

Maybe it was because he coaxed her to feel comfortable, Qiao Muyuan didn't cry anymore, but her eyes were still red.

The car drove to the garage of Ji Changmu's home.

It was still raining outside, and Qiao Muyuan followed Ji Changmu step by step into the living room.
Chapter completed!