She thought that a boy of sixteen or seventeen would fall into such a trap!

Qiao Muyuan was so happy because he could eat shrimp without having to do it himself.

Sister Cui brought the cooked chicken soup into the restaurant. At a glance, she saw Mr. Ji peeling shrimps without raising his head, and his hands were full of oil stains. Mr. Ji, who has always been mysophobic, seemed to enjoy it. After peeling one, he threw it into Qiao Muyuan

in a small bowl.

The little girl was eating contentedly.

Sister Cui was stunned for a long time, then put down the soup: "Mr. Ji, the chicken soup you just made, do you want to drink it now?"

"Give her a bowl." He said calmly.

"good."

Sister Cui served the little girl a bowl of chicken soup before exiting the restaurant.

Qiao Muyuan likes to drink the soup made by the Ji family. He doesn't know what recipe is used. It is delicious, fragrant but not greasy.

She scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and handed the spoon to Ji Changmu: "Would you like to drink it?"

Ji Changmu glanced at her with a deep look in his eyes: "Do you often feed people soup?"

"You will fall down if you don't drink." Look at what he said.

Qiao Muyuan drank it himself.

Just as she finished one spoonful and scooped up another, Ji Changmu suddenly turned his head, leaned over, and drank the soup from her spoon in one gulp.

In an instant, Qiao Muyuan shook his right hand, a blush spread on his face, and his heart jumped with throbbing.

"Today's soup is neither salty nor bland." He lowered his head and peeled the shrimp for her.

"Whatever is appropriate is appropriate..." the little girl muttered. The soup is appropriate, but your professor's behavior is not.

Should she continue to use this spoon or not?

The two of them sat close to each other, and Qiao Muyuan saw Ji Changmu's calm and composed expression from the corner of his eye, while his heart was still beating erratically.

He wasn't like this before.

I am really older and thick-skinned.

He almost finished peeling a plate of shrimps before he stopped and said, "Okay, finish all these."

"Um."

Ji Changmu went to wash his hands, while Qiao Muyuan continued to eat the delicious lunch alone.

Qiao Muyuan left after the meal, taking the gift Ji Changmu gave her, but he didn't keep her much longer, after all, he had to go out later.

But for the first time, he held an umbrella and sent her outside the villa. He walked very slowly, and the umbrella was held firmly on top of her head, preventing her from getting a drop of rainwater.

Leaning against him, she smelled the vague fragrance of ebony on his body, and the earthy smell of green grass on her nose. The spring was beautiful and the wilderness was green.

Walking side by side, he didn't leave until he got her into a taxi.

Qiao Muyuan could still see him in the rearview mirror. The tall and straight man was holding a black umbrella. The handle of the umbrella was held in his sharp-knuckled hands. He stood quietly in the rain, with the rain covering his face.

sight.

The car gradually drove away, and Ji Changmu returned home.

Qiao Muyuan couldn't wait to open the gift box as soon as she got in the car and ate another candy.

I didn't pay attention when I opened the bag before, but now I found a piece of paper at the bottom of a chocolate tin box. On the paper, there were dragons and phoenixes in English: You are sweeter than candy.

At first, Qiao Muyuan thought it was the note delivered in the chocolate, but after looking carefully, it was clearly handwritten.

Written by the merchant? Or...

Qiao Muyuan put away the card, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips. It was indeed sweeter than the candy.

She put the card into her wallet, ate another piece of chocolate, held her chin up and looked at the scenery outside the window, her smart eyes sparkling like stars.
Chapter completed!