"Chang Mu!" Yang Shuzheng heard that her son was talking too much. Tong Qian was just a patient and had no intention of harming anyone. Moreover, her company also experienced bankruptcy. Her parents still don't know where she is. As for her

I even suffered serious trauma in Bincheng.

Even apart from these, Tong Qian was still the one who saved her in the first place, her savior and a neighbor of the Ji family.

Yang Shuzheng wanted to be nice to Tong Qian. In fact, she had liked this girl many years ago. She was well-educated, docile, and had good academic performance.

When she heard Ji Changmu talking to Tong Qian like this, she couldn't stand it.

Tong Qian's thin body trembled again and she cried harder: "I'm sorry, I caused you trouble. I really didn't mean it... I don't know that my mental state is getting worse and worse. How many times have I been raped before?"

The irritation won't happen. Maybe because of the bad weather these days, my condition is not very good. I'm sorry, Brother Changmu, I'm sorry, Aunt Yang."

Her tears kept falling, and Yang Shuzheng had no time to wipe her tears, so she could not help but scold Ji Changmu: "Changmu, do you have to argue with Sissi? She is just a patient."

"I'll go back and you can eat slowly."

Ji Changmu went to retrieve his coat and scarf from the hanger, a cold chill filled his face.

Yang Shuzheng knew her son's temper and did not try to hold him back.

Ji Changmu left along the lobby and parked his car in the outdoor parking lot.

The surroundings are brightly lit and lively.

It was still very early before the scheduled departure time and the driver was not here.

Ji Changmu got into the driver's seat. The car was still warm, and a thin layer of water mist clung to the car glass, blurring his vision.

The whole street was extremely noisy, and people were busy coming and going, not afraid of the cold night.

Ji Changmu took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, and sat silently smoking for a while without opening the window.

Occasionally, he would close his eyes and lean on the car seat, silent and calm.

It's very cold in New York City at night in the winter, but it's still warm in the car. The fog on the car glass is getting heavier and heavier, and the lights are cut into pieces, flashing with colorful colors.

He sat in the car and did not leave.

About half an hour later, Qiao Muyuan and Chen Hansheng came out of the luxuriously decorated restaurant. Chen Hansheng helped Qiao Muyuan carry her bag and high heels. Qiao Muyuan was still wearing thin disposable slippers on her feet.

Chen Hansheng asked her: "Janna, is it very cold? I'd better buy you a pair of shoes."

"No, we can just take a taxi on the side of the road later." Of course Qiao Muyuan would not let him spend money.

She held his arm and walked crookedly. Her heels still hurt a little and there seemed to be blisters on the soles of her feet.

I didn't notice it when I was eating, but now I've walked a few steps and found that it's quite painful.

And...it's so cold outside!

The north wind blows, and the branches and leaves fall.

Qiao Muyuan didn't have a scarf. She rubbed her hands. They were a little cold!

Chen Hansheng didn't know what to do and said awkwardly: "I'll give you my down jacket. It's really cold outside."

"Wear it for me and you'll catch a cold tomorrow." Qiao Muyuan breathed, rubbing her hands, with fine mist hanging on her long eyelashes. There was always a sparkling light in her eyes, pure and beautiful.

"It's okay, I'm a boy, I'm not afraid."
Chapter completed!